Already he was so close to his end. Her hands on him before, her body around his fingers, her kisses, watching as he had undressed her, watching her slide onto him, that beautiful, beautiful image he would commit to memory for the rest of his life… Jack could do little but moan, hungrily, needy, as his hands grabbed at Katelynn, pulling her to him as his hips gave another few thrusts up into her.
He broke the kiss to watch her, how her hair shifted, how her perfect, perky breasts bounced as the rest of her did, and he captured her lips in a kiss again as he squeezed at her desperately.
How she fulfilled him. How she made him feel completely and utterly whole. Despite meeting a man that day, Steve, telling him they were going so fast he could care less what he thought. Even if he was his normal self he couldn’t care. How could he, with something this wonderful, with someone this beautiful? He could cry. He could really cry.
“Katelynn, Katelynn…” he muffled her name into her mouth, tasting her lips, her tongue, her everything as his hips continued to rock up and back down again, and again.
Jack Maple 