His compliments made her shoulder hunch together in embarrassment though she was smiling as she continued thrusting on top of him, her breasts bouncing a bit in unison. Even now he made her feel special and loved and she tried rewarding him but thrusting a bit deeper and harder.
“None..can compare to your kindness, gentle nature, handsome face..” she responded breathlessly, letting out a deep moan as her eyes began to slide closed, lips parted and puffy.
He knew he should be trying to think of more compliments for her – more words of love and praise that would keep the fantasy going and make her know how much he loved her. But she felt so good, and the sight of her writhing on top of him, still with her dress half-on, was too much even for his impressive brain. Jack thrust his hips up, hard, driving deep into her as he gave a loud, ecstatic moan.
Soon the two of them had settled into a rhythm. He kept his hands on her hips as he rose to meet her, thrusting and grinding as they joined together, seeking more and more. His bare chest gleamed faintly in the candlelight, his blue skin flushed faintly purple.
It was rather erotic to see your fiancee with his jacket and shirt open, chest bare for her eyes to feast upon as her fingers stroked his humid skin. She squeezed around him, tried going gentle but fast and sometimes hard when the bundle of nerves were hit just right.
She was getting lost in the passion, her brain foggy though only Jack’s face penetrated through it. It sent chills up her spine as she moaned with every thrust.
“Lo—..Love..” she managed to gasp out, tilting her head back as her body tingled, nearly reaching a finish like and trying that much harder to reach it.
Even through the haze of lust and pleasure, he could tell she was getting close; they had been together for long enough that he had learned to read the signs. The way her back arched as she tilted her head made her breasts heave, and the sound of her voice as she gasped sent flares of heat through him. Jack knew that he would come soon if he let himself, But not yet. This was for Katelynn – first he wanted to give her as much as he could.
Still keeping one hand on her hip, he reached around with the other one and probed between her legs, right at the point where their bodies joined. His fingers slid through her damp curls as he sought out her clit, swollen and slippery from their combined juices, and began rubbing it. “K-Katelynn …"
Jack Maple 