Jack lifts my arm, pressing it into the mattress above my head, our hands clasped. He's gentle about it, slow as he brushes a kiss along the soft skin of my arm, just enough pressure not to tickle. He's not really holding me down or anything, but there's the smallest hint of it and it's... with anyone else, it might make me nervous. But it isn't anyone else. It's Jack.
And it feels really really good.
Especially when he rocks his hips forward and I feel just what this is doing to him already. That's still a little dizzying and I can't help the groan that pushes free as I slide my hand lower down his back, trying to encourage him.
"I like this kind," I tell him, dipping my fingertips just inside his waistband. "Maybe, uhm. You know, you're even more distracting when you're naked."
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Date: 2016-10-13 06:00 pm (UTC)And it feels really really good.
Especially when he rocks his hips forward and I feel just what this is doing to him already. That's still a little dizzying and I can't help the groan that pushes free as I slide my hand lower down his back, trying to encourage him.
"I like this kind," I tell him, dipping my fingertips just inside his waistband. "Maybe, uhm. You know, you're even more distracting when you're naked."