Taking a Trip

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“Come here…” he whispered again as his hands found hers, and gently pulled her down. She easily slipped on top of him, his arms wrapping around her momentarily before he rolled, and rolled her down onto the bed. He settled half on her, half off, still tangled in the blanket, and ran a hand through her hair slowly. “Katelynn you’re… so perfect for me.” Jack admitted gently, tracing his nose against her cheek.

“Never doubt that. Please…” he whispered as the hand on her cheek traced down to touch the material but, more importantly, her body beneath it. Her warmth, her soft, smooth skin… he kissed at her jaw softly, as his hand began to touch her.

She had squeaked when he maneuvered her on the bed, getting her down on her back where her hair lay out behind her, face flushed. God he made her feel so fantastic, words unable to describe the feelings of his fingers against her skin.

She moved her head to the side, eyes closing as she concentrated on him, feeling his caresses rather than watching them, soft moans escaping from her lips. Was lingerie just for the initial show before it was slipped off, moving to be discarded on the floor? If that was it’s only purpose, she figured it was still worth it to continue seeing the pleased look on his face.

“Jack..” she sighed out, her legs curling underneath him.

He positioned one of his legs, trapping one of hers between his but not with any contact. Jack sighed softly, hearing his name being said like that, affected by the sounds she was making. He shifted closer to her, trailing kisses against her jaw and neck as his wandering hand found one of her breasts and gave it a gentle squeeze through the material.

“Katelynn… Katelynn, Katelynn Foster…” he whispered her name, first and last, before kissing down to her collar bone. “The things… y-you do to me…” Jack breathed against her skin, his goatee trailing against her, tingling against the lacy material. 

His other hand ran down her side, grasping gently at her hip, feeling the nice material beneath his touch; but he was still more focused on her body beneath it.

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