JACK
"They call me a lot of other shit too, but it's less relevant here," Jack quips into the fraction of space between them before her mouth is on his again, stealing the wolfish smile from his lips. He can feel the decadent rise of Charlie's desire, the Captain tending it in the same way one would tend a fire that has dimmed to a smoulder. His hands are firm but never too rough, his body a hard line with just enough give to it to betray his own wants and needs, and as her hips roll into him he hisses out a quiet curse, shifting just enough to assist in shimmying out of his pants.
His lips drift to the soft column of her throat, hands dropping once more to her hips now that he's finally free of fabric and fastenings, tugging her closer to the edge of the counter. There's no need for whispered anticipation or clumsy joinings here, and Jack encourages her legs to hook around his waist at the same time as he enters her, slow and unhurried, indulgent of the feel of her slick, tight heat around him.
Humming something approving against her throat, when he draws back it's to suddenly bring her with him off the counter, drawing her more firmly down onto the hard length of his cock.
His lips drift to the soft column of her throat, hands dropping once more to her hips now that he's finally free of fabric and fastenings, tugging her closer to the edge of the counter. There's no need for whispered anticipation or clumsy joinings here, and Jack encourages her legs to hook around his waist at the same time as he enters her, slow and unhurried, indulgent of the feel of her slick, tight heat around him.
Humming something approving against her throat, when he draws back it's to suddenly bring her with him off the counter, drawing her more firmly down onto the hard length of his cock.
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!
