Ice and Brains

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“Hnngghh…” Jack groaned, shutting his eyes a moment though he was loathe too because it meant he couldn’t see her, couldn’t behold her. She felt amazing. Her body, warm, hot, close, desirable, sexy, everything, pressing in on him like that. She could force herself onto him no further, and the way they settled with each other… it was wonderful. There was nobody else for him in this world, he knew it. He was sure of it.

He reached up with his free hand, pushing her hair away from her, not wanting any part of her blocked from him. “Love you, love you so… so much…” he uttered shakily, bringing himself up, so he was no longer simply laying flat, and found her lips and kissed her softly, the hand on her breast squeezing again, his fingers pressing against the curve of the warm flesh, loving the feeling whilst his other hand settle down on her rear, grasping at her.

His hips couldn’t contain themselves, and he gave a sudden rush upwards, pushing himself up into her just a little bit more, causing her to bounce on his lap.

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