“Oh, I plan on it,” Jack moved in for another intoxicating kiss. Lips, tongue and even teeth came into play as he found exactly what she liked best. There was this one spot he’d brushed against, right there… She moaned into his mouth as he stroked the spot on her palate again.
The rocking of George’s hips was deliciously distracting, the minx. But it felt too damn good to stop yet.
One hand slid up her back, over her shirt, following her spine until his fingers wove into her hair, the strands silky and cool against his flesh. He pulled gently, guiding her head back, making her arch just a but, pressing her breasts forward and against his chest.
His mouth moved from hers to trace hot kisses down her chin, along her throat, nuzzling into the dip where throat merged with sternum, using his nose as much as his lips to tantalize and sensitize.
He grinned as he felt her eager hands pulling at the hem of his plain white tee-shirt. She was trying to pull it up and off, but their current positioning, and his attentions, was hindering her progress. It was gratifying when her attempts faltered, and she lost the rhythm of her rocking hips as he found a sensitive spot.
He released her and backed off a bit so she could complete her self imposed goal and pull the shirt off him.
He felt the cool air against his skin, raising goose flesh. At this point all sensation was good. Maybe he’d teach her a bit about ice cubes and hot tea later.
“I’m feeling an uneven dispersion of clothing right now.” He knew his gaze was hungry. Right now he wanted to see George bared to him as well.
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[Jack] Heat and friction
Date: 2006-11-11 01:22 am (UTC)The rocking of George’s hips was deliciously distracting, the minx. But it felt too damn good to stop yet.
One hand slid up her back, over her shirt, following her spine until his fingers wove into her hair, the strands silky and cool against his flesh. He pulled gently, guiding her head back, making her arch just a but, pressing her breasts forward and against his chest.
His mouth moved from hers to trace hot kisses down her chin, along her throat, nuzzling into the dip where throat merged with sternum, using his nose as much as his lips to tantalize and sensitize.
He grinned as he felt her eager hands pulling at the hem of his plain white tee-shirt. She was trying to pull it up and off, but their current positioning, and his attentions, was hindering her progress. It was gratifying when her attempts faltered, and she lost the rhythm of her rocking hips as he found a sensitive spot.
He released her and backed off a bit so she could complete her self imposed goal and pull the shirt off him.
He felt the cool air against his skin, raising goose flesh. At this point all sensation was good. Maybe he’d teach her a bit about ice cubes and hot tea later.
“I’m feeling an uneven dispersion of clothing right now.” He knew his gaze was hungry. Right now he wanted to see George bared to him as well.