JACK
Eloise was dangerous, Jack was learning, but in all the best ways. The captain could drown in her, in these thoughts, these illusions, the feel of her against and all around him; there was fucking himself into oblivion and then there was this. Whilst she had been wrong in that people tended to think of washing the damned dishes whilst having sex with him - and Jack was quite convinced that he had chased those thoughts out of her mind now, for the record - they all had their own fantasies. It was a rarity to have a cinematic show quite like what she gave him.
Had he the breath for it, he might have told her that they could always go back and recreate the moments in her mind - righting those wrongs, so to speak - but Jack was understandably distracted by the pressure building in the base of his spine, drawn out of Eloise's mounting pleasure. The captain was lost in the pounding heat of their bodies, the illusionary buck and sway of the sea beneath the bed. He couldn't have stopped even if he had wanted to, though his movements reflected the chaos in her thoughts as he drove her towards her end. Hard, fast and reckless, if it was a ride to hell they were on, he was at least having a good fucking time doing it.
Had he the breath for it, he might have told her that they could always go back and recreate the moments in her mind - righting those wrongs, so to speak - but Jack was understandably distracted by the pressure building in the base of his spine, drawn out of Eloise's mounting pleasure. The captain was lost in the pounding heat of their bodies, the illusionary buck and sway of the sea beneath the bed. He couldn't have stopped even if he had wanted to, though his movements reflected the chaos in her thoughts as he drove her towards her end. Hard, fast and reckless, if it was a ride to hell they were on, he was at least having a good fucking time doing it.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
