JACK
"Good girl."
As it always does, the moment Flora's orgasm seizes her, it all but pitches Jack over the edge into his own climax, fractured a dozen times and a dozen more through the lens of her ecstasy. Were it not for the tree they're braced against it would have dragged him to his knees, the captain pitching forward and drawing Flora down hard onto his cock as he cums, her name leaving his lips like a brand, like it's bruised him right down to the bone.
Pleasure shudders through him over and over again, burning and exquisite, and as he thrusts into her a final time, it's with his fingers and lips gone numb. The world blanks out, completely and utterly silent, and it's with a sudden and shivering inhale that Jack realises he's entirely forgotten to breathe through these past few moments. He shifts enough to nose into the side of her neck, breathing her in, his arms slipping around her as if worried to lose even a fraction of what he's managed to claw back.
Without the world around them in range to bleed back into his magic, Jack believes this might be true bliss; this endless moment stretching into a night freckled with lanterns and will-o-wisps. He can't find it in him to speak, to ruin it all with reality. Not again.
As it always does, the moment Flora's orgasm seizes her, it all but pitches Jack over the edge into his own climax, fractured a dozen times and a dozen more through the lens of her ecstasy. Were it not for the tree they're braced against it would have dragged him to his knees, the captain pitching forward and drawing Flora down hard onto his cock as he cums, her name leaving his lips like a brand, like it's bruised him right down to the bone.
Pleasure shudders through him over and over again, burning and exquisite, and as he thrusts into her a final time, it's with his fingers and lips gone numb. The world blanks out, completely and utterly silent, and it's with a sudden and shivering inhale that Jack realises he's entirely forgotten to breathe through these past few moments. He shifts enough to nose into the side of her neck, breathing her in, his arms slipping around her as if worried to lose even a fraction of what he's managed to claw back.
Without the world around them in range to bleed back into his magic, Jack believes this might be true bliss; this endless moment stretching into a night freckled with lanterns and will-o-wisps. He can't find it in him to speak, to ruin it all with reality. Not again.
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!
