Oh, he loved the sounds she was making. The little noises that told him how much she was enjoying this, how much he was pleasing her. For someone who still felt shy and unsure sometimes when they were making love, that meant a great deal to Jack.
He continued toying with her nipple as he kissed the butterfly tattoo on her chest, playfully tracing the lines of it with his tongue. His other hand slid up her warm inner thigh before he pressed it between her legs. Even through the strands of ribbon, he could feel the damp heat of her, and it made him moan softly against her skin. “K-Katelynn, do you want me to … ?”
Jack Maple 