“Oh god …” he panted against her neck. Even with clothes still between them, he could feel the heat of her arousal as she ground her hips against his erection. It seemed he wasn’t the only one who had gotten hot and bothered from their earlier talk. Deciding the time for slow teasing was over, Jack carefully nudged Katelynn off so that he could pull her shirt off the rest of the way.
When he reached for the fastening of her shorts, however, he hesitated. “How do you w-want to do this?” he asked, still blushing as he gazed down at her. “O-on our sides, l-l-like last time? Or do y-you want to be on top?” The second one was what he really wanted, the mental image that had made him so hot, but he wanted it to be her choice.
Jack Maple 