[To be wanted is one thing. To be wanted by him is another beast entirely. Jill is breathless against him, wanting more and more herself, but when he releases her it feels like she'll drown.
But then she's being hoisted up, and she breathes out something amused. Her nightgown is short enough that it's ridden up in this position, exposing her. It's like some fantasy brought to life: Clive, unworried about somehow offending her, letting instinct win. Finally. She'll gladly let herself be manhandled by him to see what awaits.]
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But then she's being hoisted up, and she breathes out something amused. Her nightgown is short enough that it's ridden up in this position, exposing her. It's like some fantasy brought to life: Clive, unworried about somehow offending her, letting instinct win. Finally. She'll gladly let herself be manhandled by him to see what awaits.]