JACK
Flora barely needs to speak the words - the scarlet and gold flush of her frustration and her arousal already has the captain stepping back a fraction, just enough that she can turn around without putting any important parts of either of them at risk from the cold for too long. Tugging off his gloves with his teeth and stuffing them into one of his coat pockets, though they no longer have the cocoon of the blankets to rely upon for warmth, the new positioning will hopefully make up for it.
Grasping her hips and thrusting himself inside her a second time, Jack moans praises and curses against the side of her neck with each buck of his hips, unwilling to waste a fraction of time doing anything other than enjoying her. There are times for drawn out foreplay, for teasing and touching and play, but out here on the Tundra? It's just fucking, and they both happen to be very fucking good at it.
Grasping her hips and thrusting himself inside her a second time, Jack moans praises and curses against the side of her neck with each buck of his hips, unwilling to waste a fraction of time doing anything other than enjoying her. There are times for drawn out foreplay, for teasing and touching and play, but out here on the Tundra? It's just fucking, and they both happen to be very fucking good at it.
it's not your fault that you're always wrong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
