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[His hand drags up to the back of her neck again, fingers tangling into her hair.]

I’ve fantasized about you for months… desperate to even brush against you in the kitchen, on the stairs…

[She hums in approval of his touch.]

I had hoped you were thinking of me. Wanting me.

I was. More than once I had to excuse myself to relieve myself…

[Sharing that detail gets a firmer touch from her hand. A reward.]

The cold nights have been miserable without you.

[He groans, but it staves off him manhandling her a moment longer.]

Please let me keep you warm now, to make up for lost time…

That night of the blizzard, I wanted nothing more but to share a bed with you. To curl up in your arms until the storm passed.

[Like maybe not so much with company present but deep down.]

I would have given into you, if only you asked.

[Guests or not.]

That would have been a terrible idea.

[Their guests!!!]

Why?

[He knows why.]

If I could have you in a bookshop…

Because our friends were right here. It would be inappropriate.

[The bookshop was different.]

[He gives a little amused scoff, petting her hair again and lifting up his hips to press into her hand.]

Inappropriate? I see. It wouldn’t stop Ifrit.

Ifrit can do as he pleases, now.

[All while not traumatizing Dion and Krauser. Jill lets him thrust into her hand before reaching around to fondle his balls.]

[A low sound pops off his lips, something like a growl, as her touch shifts. It's followed by a deep breath, and then he's done: he's not waiting anymore. He reaches to grab her and lift her onto him proper.]

Is this a hint, Clive?

[Jill laughs before cupping his face with both hands and kissing him hungrily. He's welcome to lose what little patience he has.]

[Maneuvering her onto him takes some application of upper body strength he does not have prone underneath her, so he sits right up, taking her with him and hooking a hand under one thigh to haul her over. His face never leaves the vicinity of hers, his lips just barely parting from hers. He says, this one a growl:]

I believe I was asked what I wanted, and answered.

[But there's a bit of a grin there, too.]

[She likes it. It earns him a kiss that's more affectionate than anything, and she reaches down between them to position his cock so that she doesn't snap it in half by sitting down at the wrong angle.

She can't help but take the opportunity to tease, rubbing his head between her lips.]

Forgive me. I think I've forgotten what it is that you want so desperately.

[Founder, she feels good. He groans right against her mouth, then says, somewhere between a demand and a plea:]

Ride me.

[Both sound good to her ears. She loops her arms over her shoulders and kisses him again as she sinks down, moaning against his mouth. He fills her perfectly, every time.]

Why do you ever pull yourself out from me?

[Heavenly. His hands settle around her hips, squeezing, fingers digging in just to feel her flesh under his hands.]

So I can go back in deeper.

Sometimes it feels like you might split me in half.

[Not a complaint as she lifts herself up before slowly letting him slide into her again.]

[He finds himself looking down, between their chests, and he sinks back onto his elbows just to watch the length of her body gyrate up and down, how slowly his cock is stuffed back into her. Truly heavenly.]

You like it? How big I am inside you?

Of course.

[He's enjoying the view, and so she leans back to put her hands on his thighs rather than his chest for leverage as she rolls her hips.]

No one's compared.

[His gaze roves around her — the softness of her thighs splayed around him, the pretty slope of her hips to her waist, the humble swell of her breasts. He presses up into her hard, as if he could be any deeper.]

You think of me while they’re inside you? While they struggle to reach where I’ve gone?

[Fingers dig into the muscle of his thighs as she grinds down, slow and heavy.]

I always think of you.

[Whether she likes it or not.]

[He’s seldom thought of her. His mind shies away from it, too pained. Now, she’s the center of all his attention, and he’s her ballast to rock against. The grinding doesn’t feel half as good as the sensation of her sliding down onto him, but he knows it’s good for her, and being used for that is delicious in its own way. Hot.]

I am not prone to possessiveness, but to think of you with another… [There’s a flicker of tightness on his expression, halfway to a groan. He tilts up into her, giving her a bit more pressure.] I feel such fury, such a need to call you mine…

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