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Jack gave a hum of pleasure as she began caressing his chest and back under the shirt. Her hands were always so soft, so smooth and warm, and she knew exactly the kind of touches he liked. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss long enough to undo the discreet zipper and pull the garment over his head.

Bare from the waist up, he bent over Katelynn again, kneeling between her legs as he began kissing her neck, her throat, her shoulders. His tongue was warm and teasing against her skin. There was a needy urgency in his motions as his mind filled with images from her earlier suggestions. Katelynn straddling him as he tasted her. Katelynn crouching on the bed, her lovely ass on display as he entered her. His imagination was running wild; he wanted her badly, but he also didn’t want to rush her.

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Jack gave a low, needy moan as she began rubbing him through his pants. He’d already been half-hard, thanks to his heated imaginings, and she soon felt his member swell further, hot and throbbing under the fabric. He nudged his groin against her hand, wordlessly asking for more.

Still a little shy about this part of things, he reached for the hem of Katelynn’s shirt and slowly pushed it up, exposing first her belly and then her breasts, tenderly kissing his way up her body as he did.

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Somehow, even though they had the apartment to themselves (the dogs didn’t count, not for things like this), being swept into the bedroom was incredibly exciting. Jack held Katelynn tight against him and all but waltzed her over to the bed, still kissing her back deeply. He hoped so much that she intended to make good on her suggestions.

How easily Jack could excite her, romance her and make her feel special and loved as she grabbed the front of his shirt and dragged him down on top of her body, bouncing along the mattress yet her lips not breaking contact from his. She never could get enough of him and as she kissed him she leaned her forehead against his and it was as if a rush of emotion washed over her skin, causing her to shiver.

Her hands began exploring his body, going underneath his shirt to feel the expanse of skin underneath and re-memorize every crevice.

Jack gave a hum of pleasure as she began caressing his chest and back under the shirt. Her hands were always so soft, so smooth and warm, and she knew exactly the kind of touches he liked. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss long enough to undo the discreet zipper and pull the garment over his head.

Bare from the waist up, he bent over Katelynn again, kneeling between her legs as he began kissing her neck, her throat, her shoulders. His tongue was warm and teasing against her skin. There was a needy urgency in his motions as his mind filled with images from her earlier suggestions. Katelynn straddling him as he tasted her. Katelynn crouching on the bed, her lovely ass on display as he entered her. His imagination was running wild; he wanted her badly, but he also didn’t want to rush her.

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He gazed down at her, his neon-green eyes locking with her soft brown ones. Oh, her words were very exciting, and tempting … but at the same time, he didn’t just want to take what he wanted. He wanted her to be a part of this, to have the chance to do what she wanted as well. He knew Katelynn was a shy person – they both were – but god, he loved it so much when she was confident and taking an active part.

And, fortunately, one suggestion she’d made would be the perfect chance.

He ran his tongue from her collarbone to the base of her ear, panting against her wet skin. “You …” he whispered into her hair, “y-y-you mentioned sixty-nining. I w-want to do that.” He hated how much he was stuttering in his nervousness, when usually their intimate moments were one of the few times he didn’t. “W-would you like that?”