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"You're silly," she teases, turning her face to kiss his, wherever she can land her lips. "Serving you is a pleasure. Of course I want to, Clive. As long as you think we're ready."

A handjob isn't crossing too many lines, right?

His pause is both a hesitation and an opportunity to luxuriate in her affection. But he finally nods.

“Please,” he says, more deliberately rolling his hips against her. “We can start.”

She smiles and begins to wiggle beneath him, as comfortably touching him means changing positions. For this, she prefers him beneath her.

"It makes sense when there's laundry to be done." Easy to clean up any mess.

He pushes himself up on his hands best he can on the narrow couch, and he glances down between their bodies to see his cockhead drag against her belly through his tented boxers. He looks back to her face and thinks she's the most beautiful woman he'll ever lay eyes on. He can't let her out from under him just yet.

"Making more work for yourself, are you," he says, before kissing her.

She lets the desire bleed into the kiss, leaning up to kiss him hungrily. She doesn't wish this to be a frenzy, but he makes it difficult by simply being who he is. How could she not want to kiss him until their lips are sore?

"Nothing about you is work," she murmurs. With more space between them, she can let her hands glide over his stomach, purposely avoiding his tent.

Clive goes right into that kiss readily, abs taut as he holds himself in a plank over her, breathing in sharply right against her mouth as she teases him.

"Jill..."

"Yes, my love?"

She grins, thoroughly enjoying every muscle her fingers trace. Knowing the strength he possesses.

He shifts his weight a little, as if he could press his cock into her hand, his face bowing into the crook of her neck again.

He's sweet, eager for her attentions. She doesn't feel particularly eager to torture him when Joshua could return at any moment, and so she lets a hand dip lower to cup him through his boxers.

"You're this hard and you were willing to ignore it?" She clicks her tongue.

He chuckles against her shoulder, one of his own digging into the back of the couch to brace himself as she touches him. He might just drop, otherwise –– not for the lack of endurance in his arms, but simply for how intense the sensation is. He has to stifle a moan against her skin.

"I've resisted even touching myself to thought of you," he confesses.

"I haven't," she tells him, nosing against the side of his face. "I think of you often. Why did you resist?"

"It wouldn't be as satisfying as the real thing, just two floors above me."

He thrusts against her hand, eager.

She hums. That, she can agree with.

"Switch with me. You're tired," she purrs. Is he? Comfortable, maybe, and as alluring as it is to feel his muscles work, she wants him relaxed.

“What the lady wants, the lady gets.”

He’s freshly rested, if sleepy, but if she wants to take care of him, he’ll let her at least this time. He lifts himself off her entirely, getting a foot on the floor, so she can scoot out.

"In this, I will take full advantage." Including grabbing him to try and flip him onto his back on the sofa, which can only ever happen if he allows it.

He lays down as she guides him over, flopping back into the laundry and spreading his knees for her. His T-shirt hem rides up, showing a flash of his lower abs, and on his back, his cock stands straight up inside his boxers.

“I can only imagine what you’d do with no limitations at all…”

In another timeline, she would have pulled his boxers down and climbed right on top of him. Now, in this one, she merely wedges herself between him and the back of the sofa, even if it means she's mostly on him. What matters is that she can easily reach his cock while kissing along his jaw.

"Does it entice you or frighten you?"

“Entice,” he says, lifting his arm to wrap around her as she settles in. He closes his eyes briefly, letting the sensation of her mouth and fingers wash over him. “And frighten perhaps the smallest bit… but I don’t mind.”

This is comfortable, if not a little cramped. But she kind of likes being cramped with him. She tugs his boxers down so that she can free him, fingers eager for hot skin.

"I'm hardly frightening," she chuckles, hooking a leg over his because she can. "I'm only eager to make you happy."

He’s hard and hot and, as he thinks with some concern, liable to make a significant mess of both of them. He flushes just thinking about it, and looking down to see her slight fingers wrapped around his dick only makes him run hotter.

“It is that very eagerness that gives you power over me,” he murmurs.

"Then does that frighten you, too? That smallest bit."

She smiles, stroking him, full lengths up and down. It's more for her than for him, at first--she's missed how he feels in her palm.

“It is frightening to succumb completely to any power.”

With her on top of him it’s harder to buck up into her hand, but founder, he tries anyway —- he has to do his share of the work, doesn’t he?

"It shouldn't be so when the power only wishes to make you happy," Jill teases, fingertips playing with the head of his cock as he tries to thrust. "You'll learn."

With time and practice.

This isn't where he thought bedroom talk would go, and it's intriguing. He closes his eyes again with a pant of a breath.

"I'll learn," he repeats. Confirms? He isn't sure.

Leave it to Clive to take it as a command. Jill strokes him fully, looking down at her hand around his cock.

"I hope I'm worth the wait."

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