JACK
Later Jack will be glad of the breath he'd snatched in through his nose, because as The Ark's legs tighten around him, as she arches off the mattress and her climax slams through her, there's nowhere for him to go. Nowhere he'd rather be, don't get him wrong, but his lungs will be burning by the time he next comes up for air - and that's if his body remembers how to breathe. The raw ecstasy that surges through her cascades along his magic, briefly overwhelming it like a blown fuse, and it's all Jack can do to hold himself steady.
When the force of her orgasm eventually starts to ebb in its intensity, the Captain finally realises that the cabin is swaying, and as he draws back a fraction, panting hard, his laughter is little more than a warm breath against her thigh. "Careful," he mutters, his hands growing gentle once more, though he doesn't release her properly. Instead, glancing up the length of her body, his eyes are full of mischief and a mix of satisfaction and lingering frustration. "Don't wanna capsize us, do you?"
When the force of her orgasm eventually starts to ebb in its intensity, the Captain finally realises that the cabin is swaying, and as he draws back a fraction, panting hard, his laughter is little more than a warm breath against her thigh. "Careful," he mutters, his hands growing gentle once more, though he doesn't release her properly. Instead, glancing up the length of her body, his eyes are full of mischief and a mix of satisfaction and lingering frustration. "Don't wanna capsize us, do you?"
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!
