He shudders as he feels her hands pushing up beneath his turtle neck, and warm against his back. What a place for her to touch him like this for the first time. They’ve never touched like this, never kissed like this and the burning desire within his groin strains against the constraints of his jeans and a part of him wants them off, wants them down, and… and…
Jack sucks at her bottom lip a moment, his eyes opening only just so he can look at her, to see her this close. She’s still gorgeous, still beautiful, still his. Nothing would ever stop that. The hand against her breast pushes closer still before sliding his hand away, moving it to her other one, even going so far to push beneath the first blanket wrapped around her so when his hand does find her breast he feels the point of her nipple pressing against his palm.
The man groans at the sensation and his hips unwillingly rock forward despite having no where to go.
It broke her resolve, hearing him like that, moaning for her. She couldn’t stand it much longer if he continued to touch her this way, kiss her this way. She wanted him. Her heart hammered in her chest so hard, her fingers leaving hot trails along the skin on his back.
She pulls back a moment from his mouth, her eyes dark and half lidded, panting. Her chest pushes forward toward his hand so he knows she still wants him. “J-Jack,” she moans, lips swollen, “p-please..put me on the table..?”
Oh god her voice is shaking but she doesn’t want to appear afraid. She isn’t afraid of what might happen but more of his rejection at the idea, giving a glance toward it before she looks over at him. Luckily her casts went only as far as her knees, giving him grabbing room on her thighs if he needed them.
He barely hears her voice. It almost doesn’t register but that voice, that beautiful little voice that had been whispering to him in his dreams and during his fantasies makes his body shudder. Jack pulls back from her, his own lips slightly swollen, his face tinted purple. The table? What… oh… oh the table. He turns his head to look at the table where so many people normally ate on. It had clips on the side to ensure the table cloth remained on, so it ran no risk of sliding off. Plus the table had four legs and an extra one in the middle.
Jack’s mind is fuzzy as he nods for her, and has to move his hands away from her chest in order to carefully lift her into his arms. He isn’t a strong man, no, but he’s strong enough and she’s still so very light. He’s helped her from a wheelchair before, but that was to a bed. Never was it to a table for… whatever it was they were about to do there.
As he lifts her, he had to shudder a groan since her hip rubs right against his erection that is still straining against his jeans and underwear. But he doesn’t drop her, he would never dare, and he carries her carefully to the table where he sets her down carefully on the edge, before lifting a hand and pushes it through her hair.
“Katelynn..” he mumbles softly, shakily, before he kisses her as his hand touches her face, as well as her side again.
Jack Maple 