JACK
Oh, Jack doesn't plan to waste a second more; his head tilts up to catch her lips, his free hand moving to cup her ass now, giving it a generous squeeze while the other slips around, further exploring the lace and ribbons on her outfit. Her mind melts into his like ice beneath a hot tongue, attuning him to her every movement, every sound and breath an invitation to pleasure them both. It's like a dance, one that Jack knows like the back of his hand, and as Maeve's thighs tighten around him she won't be disappointed to find a growing hardness between his legs, a dark promise of his own.
But first there's that lacy little number to contend with. Jack doesn't have to say it - show me what you like - because his hands are already growing greedy and possessive, and when he lurches to his feet with her still wrapped around him, it's with a soft hum of encouragement rumbling from his throat. He parts from their kiss enough to hitch in a breath, to rock her teasingly against him, before he's moving towards the bed, intent on tugging ribbons with his teeth and letting wicked fingers wander into places that will make her scream.
But first there's that lacy little number to contend with. Jack doesn't have to say it - show me what you like - because his hands are already growing greedy and possessive, and when he lurches to his feet with her still wrapped around him, it's with a soft hum of encouragement rumbling from his throat. He parts from their kiss enough to hitch in a breath, to rock her teasingly against him, before he's moving towards the bed, intent on tugging ribbons with his teeth and letting wicked fingers wander into places that will make her scream.
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
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
