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“…y-you make me feel hot too…” Jack admitted as he slowly guided his hand over her breast now, closing his hand over it, feeling her gently. But his other hand soon leaves her back, so he was now touching chest with both of his hands; but his eyes were on her face, not at what his hands were doing.
“I just, I just want to know how I can make you happy… like this… I love seeing you smile and, and when your face tints pink like it is now and… and all of that…” his legs brush against hers again, locking through them, pulling them in.
When her body brushes against his again, now, she can feel his excitement protruding against his pajama bottoms. He’s doing his best to ignore it.
His words were exciting her just as much as his caresses more, sending shivers down her spine and over her skin, despite the warmth. She felt her nipples harden in his hand at his ministrations, biting her bottom lip to keep from moaning.
Her panties were beginning to get wet and she felt so happy to know that if they made love again, she’d be free to move around and please him too, her legs no longer bound by casts.
His excitement hits her near her thigh and she gasps, arching back, wondering how she could show him what she wanted or how badly she needed it.
When had she turned into such a hussy, she wondered.
Her reactions were making his blood pump faster, and expectedly, downwards. She’s just so beautiful like this, her hair loose and free and how her body was moving, how her body felt… Jack releases one of the holds on her breasts to push his hand down, grasping for her hip which he couldn’t do before. He wouldn’t dare do before. He pulled her in, pressing their bodies flush against each other and if they weren’t wearing their clothes it’s no question he would have slipped into her right away.
He doesn’t know where all of this confidence came from. Where this longing for her had suddenly become so loud in his head. It never happened like this when they were just spending time together. When they’d talk, hold hands, laugh and go for walks. Yet suddenly here it was, a whispering want in the back of his mind.
“I love you,” Jack is unable to help but whisper. “I love you so much.” he says before pulling his hand from her chest away to grasp at her back, pulling her in and kissing her; differently this time. It’s not an innocent sweet one. It’s deeper, it’s raw, it’s full of passion and want.
Jack Maple 