“I feel so comfortable with you too Katelynn.” he whispers softly, pushing his hand so it’s now against her back, and pulls her until they’re more or less pressing right up against one another beneath the blankets. It brings up memories of their first time together freshly to the front of his mind, of her body exposed and waiting for him in the most strange of places.
It makes his face flush purple. “I mean I’m. I’m glad I do because you’re my girlfriend…”
She was flush against him, her body shifting and rubbing against him, wondering where this was going to go. They had made love only days ago and she wouldn’t object to more, especially in a spot where they wouldn’t be interrupted, away from prying eyes, in the soft glow of a lamp and the warmth of the covers over their bodies.
It seemed no matter where, every time they joined that way would be romantic to her because it was with him.
She smiled at him, her arms coming up slowly to wrap around his shoulders. “Did you..manage to get a lot of work done today?”
He nodded his head to her question, doing his best to try and keep his body in check. Her body felt so wonderful here against him like this, how warm she felt, how smooth and close and loving and welcoming and… oh god. Memories were budding again, of how she’d removed the hospital gown for him, how she had welcomed him like that so willingly. It was still a shock.
“I, y-yeah.” he replies. “I got two… two paintings finished..” Jack said as his eyes drank in the sight of her face, before looking down at her lips, but then back at her eyes again. “So they’ll be ready for collection in a day or so, to let them dry properly.”
His hand began to gently rub against her back, whilst his other one remained trapped between them. What does he do with it? Should he touch her with that hand too, or just leave it? Argh. Questions.
Jack Maple 