His lips found a nipple and he kissed it, awkwardly, since every rock of his body into hers, and her own answering back with its own pushing lift, causes her chest to bounce gently. Jack wants to hold onto her this way but her mouth, her voice, he needs to kiss her, to reaffirm he adores her and nobody else but her will ever be enough for him.
Jack lifts his head, lips trailing on her skin, before he finds her mouth and captures it with his own, muffling her moans and cries as his hands now grasp at her desperately.
It does feel different, this time. They’re still careful, still at times, but it’s just as wonderful if not more so than the last time they had done this.
Jack Maple 