JACK
Though his eyes rake over Maeve, flushed and wet and ready, Jack's mind drinks in her thoughts and feelings just as eagerly. And as she turns to roll over, his fingers hook around the lace just about clinging to her body, peeling it away to bare her milk-white skin even as she grinds back against him. Hissing in a breath, Jack automatically pitches forward, able to feel the flare of pleasure that ricochets between them both.
"Now where were we?" he purrs, forcing himself back enough to press deft fingers between her thighs, stroking through lace against her clit once more. At the same time he bends to the task of removing her underwear, his teeth tugging at the fabric, lips grazing against the soft curves of her ass. Of course there's so much manoeuvring to be done that Jack naturally gets impatient, and the rip of the lace tearing will soon fill the room, baring her to him entirely.
"Tell me what you want," he invites. "My tongue, my teeth? My fingers?" Or what they both know he wants to give her?
"Now where were we?" he purrs, forcing himself back enough to press deft fingers between her thighs, stroking through lace against her clit once more. At the same time he bends to the task of removing her underwear, his teeth tugging at the fabric, lips grazing against the soft curves of her ass. Of course there's so much manoeuvring to be done that Jack naturally gets impatient, and the rip of the lace tearing will soon fill the room, baring her to him entirely.
"Tell me what you want," he invites. "My tongue, my teeth? My fingers?" Or what they both know he wants to give her?
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!
