The fact he was making her create all these beautiful sounds set his heart on high speed. His beard traced against her collar bone as he kissed at her neck and shoulder, and then he found the bra strap and felt it had to go. He wanted to see her again, to feel her body flush against his without any clothing between them but her hands tugging at his pajama bottoms told him there was something more pressing to worry about.
He has to pull away from her, lips coming so close to her breasts it’s insane, but also untangles his legs from hers. Jack shakily grabs the bottoms and pushes them down. Unlike her, he wore no underwear to bed, so when they’re pushed down his erection bobs out of the material proudly. Already gorged with flesh its a purple wonder just like the last time. Pushing the pajamas down his legs Jack’s eyes shift to Katelynn’s body.
Panties. Underwear. They have to go.
A shaking hand touches her underwear, but reminding himself how he’d touched her that one night, his fingers push down and touch her through the wet material. He wriggles his fingers, a little, watching her expression. Did she like it? Did she not…?
Jack Maple 