He’d meant for this to be slow and sweet. He really had. He’d wanted to last a long time, to give her as much pleasure as he could as he guided, to delight in being with his beloved again, joined to her in body and soul. But oh god, the way she was moving against him, drawing him deep into her, her inner muscles squeezing him, the warmth of her lips on his skin, the noises she was making … Jack could already feel a hot coil of tension building inside him, and knew he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer.
He kissed her deeply, his tongue twining with hers. His knees dug into the mattress as he shifted position, the movement of his hips speeding up, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. Not consciously aware of the gesture, he nuzzled his blue forehead against her peach one, panting, whispering endearments in a stream of consciousness. My love. My one. My sweet Katelynn – if he’d been thinking about what he was saying, he might have been embarrassed, but now, in the heat of the moment, it all seemed right.
Jack Maple 