She saw his face, blue, stained purple across his nose and cheeks, even his forehead was flushing purple. His chest, as well… Jack flushed purple during sex. She’d never really seen it, since he was always positioned a way she never focused on his chest. And how her eyes would be shut, or unfocused. His eyes were shut, now, mouth open and panting, the tip of his tongue barely visible before he swallowed harshly.
He forced his eyes open too, feeling hers on his, despite their rough, erratic and uncertain movements it was still working. Working for them… that’s what mattered.
His eyes were open and full of emotion as always. And she only saw one.
Love.
Then the moment hit. Jack’s whole body jolted forward, his head snapped back at this new position, his mouth opened and he let out a long, loud moan as his release hit him. His hands pulled her flush against him, both hands at her back and rear, grasping, pulling, needy, wanting her close as the pleasure wracked his body to the core.
Jack Maple 