The feel of Jack's hands in my hair is all that's keeping me from just floating away, I think. Every pulse rockets through me and my legs are shaking before I can finally manage to even open my eyes again.

"Jack," I breathe, still panting before I glance down between us to see the mess I've made. He's still flushed and hard, his skin glistening in streaks of my come and goodness, my face feels like it's absolutely on fire. When Jack speaks again, I look up, though I hardly know how to answer. I can't believe I just actually did that.

"I'm--"

I have no idea how to finish that so I only shake my head and then duck down, almost collapsing as I press my mouth to his lower belly, right where I've left a splatter of come on his skin.