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“Mm, duly noted.” Jack snuggled close against her under the blanket, playfully nuzzling into her touch like an affectionate cat.

He wanted to say “I’ll never leave you again”, but he knew he couldn’t make that promise just yet. Much as he wished he could stay here forever, the tour was still going on, and something might still come up that needed his attention. However, he was determined that if he did get called away again, he would do his best to bring Katelynn with him. She deserves the chance to see it.

But that was all just a possibility. What was certain was that right now, he was back where he belonged, with the woman he loved.

And that wasn’t going to change any time soon.

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Jack smiled against her neck, making a soft hum of contentment. “Mm, that’s a dangerous thing to say,” he teased back, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. “Wh-what if I want it all the time? We might n-never leave this room.” Right now, the thought was a very tempting – to just lie here in her arms forever, as if the two of them were the only people in the world. He felt languid and drained from their exertions, and was just as reluctant to move as Katelynn was.

But, he knew it couldn’t last. His cock was beginning to soften inside her, and he carefully gripped the edges of the condom, pulling it with him as he withdrew. He knotted the latex, rolling to the edge of the bed to drop it in the wastebasket, and then came back to lie beside Katelynn, gently pulling her into his arms again.

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That was all Jack needed to set him off. He gave a loud moan as he felt her body tighten and clench around him, milking his cock, and the hot, needy tension building inside of him finally broke. He hugged Katelynn close against him, crying out her name as he came, hard, his back arching, orgasm crashing through his body in sweet, hot waves.

Finally, as the last drops of his release spurted into the condom, he slumped down on top of her. He rested his head on her shoulder, his breath coming in ragged pants, his back and brow slick with sweat.

“Oh, Katelynn …”

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It was too much. All of his senses were filled with Katelynn, and it was overwhelming him, pushing him fast toward the point of no return. Jack knew that if he let himself, he would come very soon; he doubted he had any self-control left to stop it. But, as much as he could tell Katelynn was enjoying this (if the moans she was making and the way her body arched against him were anything to go by), she hadn’t climaxed yet, and he was not going to spoil this by leaving his beloved unsatisfied.

Jack slid his arms under Katelynn’s back and lifted her up gently, his length still buried inside her, guiding her to lean back against the pillows so that she was sitting up partly, instead of lying flat. A little awkwardly, he reached down between them, feeling where their bodies were joined until he found her sensitive nub, wet and slippery from her juices. He began rubbing it as he resumed pumping into her, trying desperately to bring her to the edge with him …

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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.

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“Mmnh, Katelynn …” Jack groaned against her neck as her hips rose to meet him, burying his length inside her to the hilt. God, she was so hot, so tight around him; she cradled him in her body perfectly, and Jack knew more than ever that this was where he was meant to be. “… Love you, so much …”

He began to rock his hips, thrusting, finding his way back into the rhythm that best pleased them both. One hand massaged her breast as he pressed warm, wet kisses along her neck and shoulder. He could feel her hands on his back, rubbing, pulling him even closer against her. Without really thinking about what he was doing, he gripped her hips, urging her to wrap her legs around him.

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Jack bit his lip, a mix of shyness and excitement rising inside him as he watched Katelynn carefully roll the condom down his length. Her hands were so smooth and warm, the light touch teasing, and he gently placed his hands over her own to help guide her. She wasn’t the only one who found the act erotic; when she gazed up at him, he couldn’t help smiling back. “P-perfect.”

Now that he was ready, he took Katelynn in his arms and laid her back on the bed. He knelt between her legs, bracing himself on top of her as he guided the tip of his erection into her warm, wet entrance. He nudged inside her, moaning softly as he felt her body mold itself around him, taking him in, filling her. It took a great deal of willpower not to just thrust immediately, but he forced himself to go slow, wanting to savor this.

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Jack took a few deep breaths once she let go of him, trying to force himself back under control. Katelynn’s mention about condoms actually helped; it brought him back to reality at least a little. “… O-of course. Do we have any left?” He scooted over to the edge of the bed and began rummaging in the drawer of the nightstand. They’d made love the night before he left, but he couldn’t recall if …

They were in luck. He quickly retrieved one of the little foil-wrapped packages and tore it open. As he was fitting the latex circle against the purple tip of his erection, however, he paused. He watched Katelynn, lying spread on the sheets, waiting for him. The candlelight turned her creamy skin golden, and brought out the gold highlights in her sandy-brown hair. He wanted so much to please her, to show her she was loved and didn’t have to be nervous.

He remembered something he’d read in a womens’ magazine once (when you were stuck in an office waiting room and bored out of your giant blue head, anything looked good to read). “Katelynn, w-would you help me put it on?”

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“Oh god …” He hadn’t expected her to move in and stroke him like this, and he definitely hadn’t expected her to lick him. He still remembered the first time she’d taken his cock in her mouth. It had been a little awkward, as they were both new at this, but the soft, wet heat of her lips, the way her warm tongue teased him – oh, it had been amazing. Since Katelynn was still so shy about sex sometimes, he hadn’t pressed for it again, but now …

His breath came in ragged gasps and moans. He carefully rested one hand on the back of her head, doing his best not to grab at her hair. “Ngh … oh, Katelynn … that’s … I …” He panted, trying to keep himself under control. “I-if you keep doing that, I’m going to f-finish before w-we get started …” And he didn’t want that. He wanted to make love to her completely, the way they both enjoyed. It had been too long, and she deserved his full attention.

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He gave a little whimper of happiness against her skin as he felt her hips buck into his touch. Katelynn wasn’t the only one who had feared, at least a little, that the other might have lost interest in them during their long separation. Jack had felt incredibly guilty that he wasn’t there for her when she needed him – when her mother had died, and more recently, when she was arrested. On his loneliest nights, he’d feared that he might return to Metro City only to learn she’d found someone else.

But now, as he kissed and touched her, feeling that she still loved him, stillwanted him, the last of his fear finally melted away.

He pulled the last of the ribbon off her body, massaging her warm, wet folds with his fingers. Then he paused, still kneeling over her as he reached to unfasten his pants; he was so aroused now that it hurt, and he couldn’t ignore it any longer.