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[noburden]

She moves her hand with him, taken with the simple fact that he's finding pleasure in her touch.

Jill deepens the kiss, pressing him gently into the mattress with her weight. She didn't think this where they'd end up because of the storm, but she's not complaining. This feels like it was supposed to happen.

[rosarianoath]

He sinks his shoulders back under her weight, parting his lips for her. His cock throbs in her palm, and the whole of him feels hot under her touch.

[noburden]

She breaks the kiss and pulls her hand from him so that she can wet it with her saliva again. She's a lotrle.more graceful when she takes him in her hand again.

"I like seeing you like this," she murmurs.

[rosarianoath]

Watching her wet her own palm with such sudden confidence despite her inexperience makes something twist pleasantly in his gut, almost enough to have him muttering fuck under his breath.

"What does it stir in you?" he wonders aloud, letting her handle him alone this time.

[noburden]

She likes the freedom to touch and explore his cock as she pleases, keeping his guidance in mind.

Touching him so intimately makes her want to tell him just how much she loves him, has loved him, will always love him. She thinks maybe now isn't the time for that, however.

"Desire. Adoration," she settles on instead, voice low. "I want to feel you, when you come."

[rosarianoath]

The idea that she might make him come is tantalizing. Not without its own little spike of guilt, having failed to push her over the brink, but it's hard to think too much about anything but the feeling of her palm against his skin, the pressure in the crook of her thumb. His now-freed hand comes to cup her face, the other wrapped around her back, and he wants to kiss her but he doesn't want to end up moaning directly in her mouth.

"Generous," he manages. "I often thought..."

He trails.

[noburden]

Jill hooks a leg over his, nuzzling against his jaw, absorbing the closeness like a sponge.

"Often thought what?"

[rosarianoath]

With her wrapped around him like vines, he’s never been physically closer to her. The only way to top that would to be inside her.

What was he saying?

“I often think of what it would be like to be with you.”

[noburden]

"Good," she laughs softly, relieved. "I didn't want to be the only one with a fantasy."

Of course she's thought of him, of being his in every way.

"We've both wanted one another."

[rosarianoath]

“I never imagined you felt that way…”

The sensation is overwhelming. He moans abruptly, loudly, without even realizing it.

[noburden]

Oh, just when she thought she couldn't enjoy touching him more. Jill hums, kissing the underside of his jaw.

"I'm sorry if I wasn't obvious. You should know how desperately you're wanted."

After a life of being treated as less.

[rosarianoath]

“In hindsight, it’s all there,” he says, and his fingers make little indents in the flesh of her back. “I just didn’t want to get my hopes up…”

[noburden]

"I think it's safe to get your hopes up now," she teases gently, still stroking him, still having a sweet little affair with his neck. It comes so easily, the urge to kiss him. It's a wonder she's waited this long.

[rosarianoath]

He has the thought that he's going to be cursed with hope, living with her in such close quarters, traveling with her... what else will he possibly think of?

A low moan slips from him and he says, abruptly: "I'm going to finish––"

[noburden]

"Good," she whispers, kissing his cheek before turning her attention downwards. She wishes she could see it all--but she doesn't want to lose contact.

[rosarianoath]

He reaches to grasp her hand, but it's too late. A second later, there it is, the whole of him tensing, his cock pulsing repeatedly, nothing at first and then a few thick ropes of cum following. He gasps her name, drawing a deep breath that has her rising against his expanding chest. Bliss. Pure fucking bliss.

And then, like a club to the head: he remembers he's come in her hand and made a sticky mess of them both.

[noburden]

It's such a beautiful thing. Just a visceral reaction, his body reacting to her attention, and while it's suddenly a lot of thick moisture on her hand (and she keeps stroking him through it, making more of a mess), it's perfect. He's perfect.

"I could do this every night and never grow tired of it," she decides then and there, back to nuzzling his jaw.

She doesn't mind the mess.

[rosarianoath]

Her joy loosens the odd knot of shame coiling his stomach; far be it from him to imagine a world where he is selfish enough to be devotedly jerked to completion every night, but if it would please her, he could consider it.

He relaxes, head to toes, even liking the feeling of her hand still on his over-sensitive cock. His sullied braies will be dealt with when he isn’t unwound.

“You’ll have remarkable stamina in your arms,” he remarks, laughing breathlessly.

[noburden]

She adores the way he sounds. The way he feels against her, even under her hand as his seed begins to cool on her skin.

"My sword arm won't be so much stronger than the other," she laughs happily, kissing his jaw again and again. "Oh, Clive."

[rosarianoath]

He brings the hand on her spine up to the back of her head, smoothing over the hair affectionately. His spent cock lingers in her hand, rapidly softening.

“Your enthusiasm is admirable,” he says. “Thank you for this.”

[noburden]

"Bringing you pleasure makes me so happy," she says. His cock is beginning to feel strange, but not unpleasant. "I think I understand how you could be between my legs without complaint. Time goes too quickly."

[rosarianoath]

“It’s a pleasure to perform,” he muses. “I suspect we are managing different beasts when it comes to using one’s mouth.”

(If his mother heard this, she’d kill them both.)

He reaches down for her wrist, to ease her grip off.

“Gently, now.”

[noburden]

"Farewell," she sighs. She's only just discovered the fun between his legs. Slowly, she loosens her grip. Where does a cock rest, when not at attention? Jill just sort of gently rests it against Clive's thigh.

Her sticky hand escapes and she glances down at it to see the damage. And how his spend coats her fingers.

"I suppose we'll clean up again."

[rosarianoath]

The way she lets it go amuses him.

“Unless you want to rest here until it dries to a crust,” he says. His gaze flits to her fingers, the milky white strands that web between them when they part. He gave up his only clean and dry braies for this sight, but it’s difficult to say it wasn’t worth it.

[noburden]

"Reluctant as I am to leave you, that doesn't sound..." Appealing. At all. She makes a facd and kisses him before carefully sitting up.

She looks at his braies and the wet spots on it.

"... I can give those a wash and we can dry them by morning. If you don't mind sleeping without them."