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[rosarianoath]

[He rocks back and forth gently for a moment longer, sinking as he does so, until he’s eventually still and laid atop her comfortably. His face settles in the crook of her neck, and while his breath continues to heave, he’s calmed, somewhat.]

Jill…

[noburden]

[Nuzzling her face into his hair is not a part of the plan, but it happens before she can stop herself. Her fingers curl against the damp skin of his back.

Maybe they can just breathe and not talk.]

[rosarianoath]

[He presses a kiss to get throat, then shifts like he might get off her. He doesn’t, not quite. Her fingers are gentle, her touch easy to sleep under, but—

He mutters:]

Catch your breath. I’m not spent yet.

[noburden]

You have more in you?

[She takes a deep breath, eager to obey. Eager to carry on.]

I think I will only be sore for days, not into next week.

[rosarianoath]

Patience.

[He feels like he could go for a week, but variety is the spice of life, and all. He peels her legs from his waist with a firm hand and pulls away, sliding wetly from her pussy and shifting to his knees on the floor.

He’s going to lick her clean before he fucks her again.]

[noburden]

[Jill knows the plan as soon as he moves her legs from him. As much as she misses the weight of his body pressing down upon hers, she's missed his lips and tongue between hee thighs.

So Jill sighs comfortably, closing her eyes. Letting this be what it is: two people taking their pleasure, nothing more.]

[rosarianoath]

[There is no romance here, no kissing his way down her belly or gently nuzzling her inner thigh. With one orgasm under his belt, he’s itching to claim one of hers, and the look he gives her as he seals his lips to her sex is nothing short of dangerous. Heated. Possessive, even. She doesn’t even get to see it, but she may feel it: he licks his own cum from her like it’s a delicacy served on a golden platter.

And, shortly after starting, he reaches up to give her a squeeze. He growls at her:]

Open your eyes. I want you to see me do this.

[noburden]

[She's missed being his, if only temporarily. Each pass of his tongue has her twitching, angling her hips, breasts aching and desperate for his hands to be all over her body.

Obediently, she lifts her head to look down at him between her legs. Quite the sight.]

Have you missed it?

[She asks, breathless. The sex--not her.]

[rosarianoath]

Like the air in my lungs.

[He’s much too busy with his mouth to elaborate from there, instead redoubling his efforts. The taste of her — the one he worried was slipping out of his memory and into fantasy — is like nothing else. Incomparable.

He works her diligently like he wants this night to stick to her mind for years to come. He doesn’t care if his jaw falls off.]

[noburden]

[She certainly won't be forgetting this anytime soon. Watching him work, dedicated and focused, is almost as maddening as his mouth. But she forces herself to keep her eyes open.

... at least until she feels the building pleasure reach its peak. She has no choice but to drop her head back down onto the bed, eyes screwing shut as she comes--harder than she has in recent memory, and given that they have no walls shared with another's home? She's loud.

A memory for him to keep, too.]

[rosarianoath]

[He’s heard plenty of noises these past months, but love is a very particular glue that will be plugging those sounds right against his inner ears. She’s beautiful. It pisses him off that he doesn’t do this every night. Why he doesn’t he keep her so busy that she can’t invite other men over? Why doesn’t he fill her up and empty her out day and night?

He’s so fucking hard, listening to her, feeling her convulse against his tongue, his lips. He doesn’t let her bask in it any more than he does. He gets up to his feet, puts a hand under each of her knees and pushes them back to her chest, splayed wide so she’s fully exposed to him. He looks down at her, wet and reddened, dripping down to the tight furl of her asshole, and feels pride. He lays his hard cock against her slick lips. It’d be teasing if he had any interest in that.]

Do you want me inside you again, Jill?

[noburden]

Always.

[She feels a little dizzy from fucking and coming both, but his cock is so hard against her that she's steadied.]

I'd keep you inside me forever if I could.

[He knows. Just as he knows she would have wanted to keep him in her arms until the end of her days even if he were shattered to a million pieces. He could have never bedded her again out of shame and she would have still loved him until the last.]

[rosarianoath]

[Forever. Some sentimentality cuts through the fog of base desire — imagine, being with her forever? — but being inside her now is a much headier prospect. He lines himself up with her, smearing their juices around, and eyes go to hers to see her reaction when he presses the head of his cock to her asshole.]

[noburden]

[There are parts of her left unexplored yet by him. Jill does give him a wary look, a pause in this frantic need to have one another.

But it's just a look before she reaches for his wrist to give an order.]

Fingers first.

[She's not adverse, she would simply rather not be split in two. She's well acquainted with the size of his cock.]

[rosarianoath]

[For one tempestuous beat, he looks like he might ignore her, especially with the way he keeps the pressure on… but he withdraws. He dips a finger into her wet cunt first, and the slickened skin slips into her to the first knuckle.]

I thought you wanted to feel it for weeks.

[But dry jokes aside, an injury would drive her from him faster than anything else. He takes his time, even if it makes him crazy to do so. It means something to feel her, to fuck her.]

We never watched that film…

[noburden]

[There's a huff of a laugh that settles into something lower, a sound of pleasure as he touches her. It's different, but she finds herself so hungry for his touch that anything feels like heaven.]

You took it with you, didn't you?

[When she was clearing out the apartment she didn't see it.]

[rosarianoath]

[He nods, attention drifting between his finger working in and out of her, and the shifting expressions on her face. His own chuckle is low, husky.]

I did. It’s downstairs.

[noburden]

[Of all the things to take through more than one move. Jill laughs, a strange flood of fondness rushing through her before she registers what it is--and quickly quiets herself.

This isn't about how they feel about one another. This is just sex, she tells herself. She shouldn't care that he kept that thing they got during one of the last good times together that she can recall.]

[rosarianoath]

[Her sudden quiet has him thinking he’s pushed too hard, too deep — the taper of his finger towards the crux, too much of a crook, something like that. He’s hesitant to withdraw when he can coax her through it, so he just sinks to his knees again and presses another kiss to her snatch, intending to lick her through slowly adding another finger.]

[noburden]

[Reflexively, she combs her fingers through his hair when he kisses her, body relaxed while her emotions swirl dangerously in her chest.]

I've dreamed of you in my bed so often.

[A sigh as he stretches her, and an easier admission than anything else heavy on her heart.]

[rosarianoath]

[He glances up at her, eyes bright under his dark bangs. She dreams of him? It settles on his mind and he groans comfortably against her as he continues to work her open.

Would it hurt her if he said he dreams of her every night?]

[noburden]

[Just a look, just a sound from him, melts her.]

So many times, I... [She trails off, body aching for more of him, and she indulges by pressing herself against him.]

I've thought of climbing into your bed.

[He's been so close to her, and closer now with after the flooding of the basement. She could just slide in next to him, let her hands travel over his body, and bask in his warmth.]

[rosarianoath]

[He draws in a sharp breath and takes his mouth from her, just briefly, his breath still hot on her. He asks, fingers scissoring briefly:]

Did you think I had the fortitude to turn you away? That I wouldn’t fold, sick of an empty bed?

[noburden]

[She didn't do it because it would be a mistake. A weakness. He decided that they were not to be, and so he lost the right to the comfort of her body while ripping away the comfort of his.

Yet here they are.]

Your bed hasn't always been empty.

[No, she doesn't think he's brought anyone here, but realistically... she knows there must be others. Who wouldn't want him, and were he lonely and not with her, why would he deny himself?]

[rosarianoath]

[He’s surprised by how immediately annoyed he is, how ruthless the feeling of having his feelings dismissed is. Perhaps it’s in part because it’s true —- he has known others —- but so has she.

He withdraws his fingers and takes his cock in hand as he gets up and looms over her.]

I’ve never taken pleasures with anyone under this roof other than you. Can you say the same?