[Those arms only last but so long as that anchor before she's shifting them along the length of his biceps, fingers tracing slow sensual lines. Though his demanding mouth is distracting her from fully studying the lean muscle underneath the sleeves of his shirt (something she already has memorized but a little more research never hurt anybody), Jill still takes the time to explore the way his skin radiates pure warmth against her cool palms. Fire and ice, they will forever be, but never shall she fear being burned. Clive is safety, devotion, and above all at this particular moment, he is passion and even with the tea kettle's shrill shriek being ignored, Jill hopes to drown in that feeling tonight.
Allowing him to crowd her, Jill presses back against the wall behind her, ignoring how the bricks' edges dig into her skin. She doesn't dare move away from him, lest his lips leave hers right when she parts her own, granting silent permission to do what he wishes. Though after a moment, Jill is no longer the woman who hemmed and hawed over discussing their intimacy a few minutes ago, not with how she suddenly decides to take control of things and nips lightly at his lower lip with the edge of her teeth. Not hard enough to break flesh, but firm enough to signal how greedy her mouth can be when Clive is involved.]
[ The heat slowly encapsuling and filling within these wooden walls was not due to the steady fire or heated brew, but by something much deeper. Something that had been buried underneath the grime of an uncertain past. Yet as the layers are being wiped away something new, polished, perfect was lying there all along.
The sudden assertive behavior that Jill displayed just moments before and even now justifiably has Clive practically melting into her arms. He's no longer in control of his motions or sounds as evident of the quiet noise he makes from the back of his throat. It's a pleasurable one— somewhere nestled between a hum and an eager gasp. But it's a good sign. A sign he was allowed to carefully, but assertively, reciprocate the passion they both so desperately desired from one another.
So with her back against the wall and allowing no more room to move closer to her than he possibly could, Clive briefly releases his pull from her lips if only to begin laying soft, intimate kisses upon her cheek. He doesn't seem to be stopping or slowing down though, as those kisses move from her cheek to her lower jawline, and even further down and back still until they reach just underneath her hairline. Each kiss becoming more desperate and demanding than the last.
With both hands to her waist he moves them up slightly, delicately moving his fingers through the tousle of fabric until they were able to cross over the hem line of her blouse. He doesn't do anything, not yet, but the eagerness of his fingertips would easily slide just under the line, revealing the smallest amount of flesh for his nails to caress against. ]
[The muscles of her belly tighten under his touch in anticipation as she lets her head fall back again the wall, giving him room to work his kisses down the column of her throat. Jill swallows deeply, wondering of he can feel how hard her pulse races under the thin skin there, though she no longer feels shame in showing just how he excites her. How he gets her body heated with every brush of his fingers, every press of his mouth against secret places others can barely see, every wordless sound he makes as her own hands tangle into his hair with ever the slightest pull to the strands.]
Clive...
[His name is both a prayer and a plea on her lips. For him not to stop, to continue his search of her bared skin, for him not to tease her when she needs to feel every part of him inside and out for she can never get enough of that.]
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Allowing him to crowd her, Jill presses back against the wall behind her, ignoring how the bricks' edges dig into her skin. She doesn't dare move away from him, lest his lips leave hers right when she parts her own, granting silent permission to do what he wishes. Though after a moment, Jill is no longer the woman who hemmed and hawed over discussing their intimacy a few minutes ago, not with how she suddenly decides to take control of things and nips lightly at his lower lip with the edge of her teeth. Not hard enough to break flesh, but firm enough to signal how greedy her mouth can be when Clive is involved.]
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The sudden assertive behavior that Jill displayed just moments before and even now justifiably has Clive practically melting into her arms. He's no longer in control of his motions or sounds as evident of the quiet noise he makes from the back of his throat. It's a pleasurable one— somewhere nestled between a hum and an eager gasp. But it's a good sign. A sign he was allowed to carefully, but assertively, reciprocate the passion they both so desperately desired from one another.
So with her back against the wall and allowing no more room to move closer to her than he possibly could, Clive briefly releases his pull from her lips if only to begin laying soft, intimate kisses upon her cheek. He doesn't seem to be stopping or slowing down though, as those kisses move from her cheek to her lower jawline, and even further down and back still until they reach just underneath her hairline. Each kiss becoming more desperate and demanding than the last.
With both hands to her waist he moves them up slightly, delicately moving his fingers through the tousle of fabric until they were able to cross over the hem line of her blouse. He doesn't do anything, not yet, but the eagerness of his fingertips would easily slide just under the line, revealing the smallest amount of flesh for his nails to caress against. ]
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Clive...
[His name is both a prayer and a plea on her lips. For him not to stop, to continue his search of her bared skin, for him not to tease her when she needs to feel every part of him inside and out for she can never get enough of that.]