JACK
No, no gods, Jack might have said if his mouth weren't so exquisitely busy. This time it really is just me. He has to brace to steady himself against the gentle rock of the hull despite them being at anchor in a calm sea, fingers grasping her hips and ass a little tighter in case her enthusiasm has them tipping one way or the other. Her pleasure is a high he's determined to chase until the very end, the intensity of it roaring through him in a way that makes the rest of the world shrink to nothing.
It's been a while since Jack has done this and felt like he's a part of it. Don't get him wrong, he can get his kicks at the House of Midnight whenever he wants and he's had no complaints to his knowledge (far from it), but this is different. He comes alive with this, his tongue writing poetry against her clit, his hands greedy for her, and with every breathless sound that leaves her throat he coaxes her that little bit closer to the edge of oblivion, determined to see it through or to pass out trying.
It's been a while since Jack has done this and felt like he's a part of it. Don't get him wrong, he can get his kicks at the House of Midnight whenever he wants and he's had no complaints to his knowledge (far from it), but this is different. He comes alive with this, his tongue writing poetry against her clit, his hands greedy for her, and with every breathless sound that leaves her throat he coaxes her that little bit closer to the edge of oblivion, determined to see it through or to pass out trying.
you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
