For his part, Jack wasn’t sure how he wanted to finish either. His mind was deep in a fog of lust, his eyes closed as he let his other senses fill with Katelynn. Her heat, the softness of her skin and hair, the warm, heady smell of her, the way she tasted, and oh god, the sound of her moans, her cries, her saying she loved him …
With a needy moan, he plunged his tongue deep inside her, curling it in the way he’d discovered drove her crazy. He could feel his balls tightening in her hand, the hot coil of pleasure tightening inside him, his blood heating as his release neared. But as badly as he wanted to come, he wanted to bring her off even more. He loved her so much, loved that she’d wanted to do this with him, and he wanted to show her that. “M-my sweet Katelynn,” he hummed against her. “P-please, come for me …”
Jack Maple 