JACK
The hunger in her mind yawns like a hot and open maw that Jack would happily drown in, and as Flora's imagination collides and tangles with reality, it's difficult for the captain to really know where one ends and the other begins. Lucky for them both that he's got the anchor of her body to guide him, Jack playfully tweaking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger as if to encourage another breathless plea from her lips.
Well beyond echoing his name with her own, especially as she rises onto her toes and her body grinds tantalisingly against his aching cock, Jack meets Flora's lips as if the taste of her might be what finally fans her smoking thoughts into real flame. Something between pleasure and protest rumbles up in his chest and throat at the mischievous fingers that tug at his hair, both of his hands (still dusty with flour) slipping down towards her hips so he might tug at the tie of her sweatpants and push them down in a hurried motion that suggests he doesn't plan for them to undress more than necessary.
Panting as he tears his mouth from hers, Jack is as rough as he has to be to turn Flora and push her against the counter, leaning in to press a hot kiss to the back of her neck as he fumbles to release himself from his own clothes. "How do you always do this?" he nearly demands in a voice that's half a growl, fingers slipping between her legs to sample her slick heat, rolling tantalisingly against her clit.
Well beyond echoing his name with her own, especially as she rises onto her toes and her body grinds tantalisingly against his aching cock, Jack meets Flora's lips as if the taste of her might be what finally fans her smoking thoughts into real flame. Something between pleasure and protest rumbles up in his chest and throat at the mischievous fingers that tug at his hair, both of his hands (still dusty with flour) slipping down towards her hips so he might tug at the tie of her sweatpants and push them down in a hurried motion that suggests he doesn't plan for them to undress more than necessary.
Panting as he tears his mouth from hers, Jack is as rough as he has to be to turn Flora and push her against the counter, leaning in to press a hot kiss to the back of her neck as he fumbles to release himself from his own clothes. "How do you always do this?" he nearly demands in a voice that's half a growl, fingers slipping between her legs to sample her slick heat, rolling tantalisingly against her clit.
fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
