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"Lunch!" She laughs, holding him tighter. "Would you like to go out together, or would you like me to make you something? Either choice will make me happy."

Because she knows he considers that.

"I would like to take you to lunch," he says, comfortably muffled by her chest. "Your choice where, as long as I do not need to dress fancily."

"A burger and fries sound good," she says with no deliberation. "With a chocolate milkshake."

They can bring one home for Joshua.

He nods curtly, rubbing his face against her skin, and then gets up just enough to bowl her over onto her back and cover her with his body weight once more.

She goes with another laugh, legs wrapping around him.

"Please refrain from doing this to me when my belly is full," she teases.

But really. Don't.

He hums his agreement into her cleavage, through her shirt, and then shifts up just enough to kiss her neck a few times. Then he withdraws, pushing himself up on his elbows, just barely off her. Just enough to feel her legs have to tighten.

"I will try my best."

They tighten further around him as she leans up, searching for another kiss.

"Did I say you needed to move now?"

He looks at her, momentarily confused, but his dick catches on before his head does. He makes a sheepish sound.

"I forgot your orders, my lady," he says. "Forgive me."

She cups his face. She thinks she could hold his face in her hands and look at him forever.

"Your forgetfulness has consequences."

And in this case, it's a kiss there ends with her teeth nipping at his bottom lip.

Surprising and intriguing at once; she's so rarely done anything with him approaching discomfort, and he presses himself down against her a little more.

"Such as?"

"Wrestling. You won't like it."

Ridiculous. Jill laughs at herself, hands moving to his back where she can press blunt nails to his skin.

"You intend to wrestle me, hmm?" he hums. The little crescents of her nails send a tingle down his spine, and he ducks his head down to kiss along her jaw.

"I do. Pin you to the bed, hold you down..." Whatever wrestling consists of. She smiles and nuzzles her face against his hair, full of affection as she lightly drags her nails down his back.

He grinds against her, slow and deliberate, as he sinks his weight against her fully.

"Are you sure? I'm a big man."

She thinks she can hold it together until his hips move.

She fails at muffling the moan.

"Oh. Oh, I'm well aware."

“And still you come prepared to wrestle me into submission?” he asks, a kiss moving to the corner of her mouth.

Her hands slide down to his ass, where she squeezes harder than she normally would.

"I know your weakness. You forget."

Bold. Very bold. His breath hitches as she gropes him, his rapidly hardening cock grinding against her through his sweatpants.

“My weakness?”

Her thighs squeeze around him. This is silly, but she's enjoying it, and it's clear in the brightness of her eyes.

"One of them. I'll share it with you: you like me on top of you. Why would you fight that off? You're happy under my legs."

She grabs his ass again, pulling him towards her, as if she could get him to press harder against her.

He gasps against her cheek, his cock grinding hard against the seam of her thigh, obedient to her slightest touch. She’s right. He is happy between her legs. Just the thought of being under them makes his heart pound.

“I want to live underneath you.”

"Content to bury your face or your cock between my thighs," she purrs. Those sweatpants really are thin for how it feels like he's right against her. All of him feels hard, muscles tensing as he moves, and her hands leave his bottom to roam up his back once more.

"But I've known this for a very long time now, Clive."

“A very long time, hmm.” There’s a twinge of shame with that, being known for a thought and not his commitment to such a thing, but he can’t care much when he’s rubbing against her so tautly. “I hope it’s not any less enjoyable for being so predictable…”

"I like it," she's quick to reassure, knowing his mind. "I'm happy to be wanted by you."

She breathes out a laugh, because this is not where she expected to be when she simply meant to do the laundry.

"I enjoy so much about you."

“I’m glad,” he says, choosing relief over the terror of boring her, of being selfish with his wants. “I really could just service you for the rest of my days.”

Which he is only not doing now, he tells himself, because he wants lunch before he develops a temper.

But she’s still tempting, and under him, and he kisses down her neck.

"And deny me the pleasure of servicing you?" She teases, sighing as he kisses her neck, but happily so. "I would do anything you ask of me."

She would happily let him be her master, for a time.

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