Jack laughed. “Just be careful when playing with other people’s toys.”
Jack kissed her again, wanting to taste more of her. She roused that hunger that was never quite satisfied, that itch that it was so sweet to scratch. He felt needful, throbbing, and demanding. Breaking the kiss he closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of her again.
His sensed were sharp, his sense of smell especially, not quite up to Ripley’s level, but much stronger than before Satellite Five.
He left her lips and buried his mouth against her throat again. He could not only feel, but taste her heartbeat there. He ran one slightly calloused hand back gown her side and around, to slip it under the band of her jeans, her panties. She was already straddling him.
His mouth traced over her shoulder as he managed to open her pants one handed. He pulled back to look at her, as she finally freed him from his own confining jeans… and the roughness of the zipper on the underside of him added more excitement than was expected right now. His left hand moved up, to cup her breast, thumb and forefinger gently rolling her hot, puckered nipple, even as his right hand slid beneath her panties, where she straddled him, to stroke lower.
She was wet and she bucked into his touch as he slowly circled, but didn’t touch that little center of nerves she was almost begging him to stroke. Her gasp was music to his ears.
Of course, delightfully demanding thing that she was, she paid him back with a hand wrapped around him, giving a squeeze and a stroke. He growled in response.
He dove in, taking a swollen nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue before scraping sently with his teeth.
This was turning into a kind of competition, the kind where no one really loses.
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[Jack] Games people play
Date: 2006-11-18 04:05 pm (UTC)Jack kissed her again, wanting to taste more of her. She roused that hunger that was never quite satisfied, that itch that it was so sweet to scratch. He felt needful, throbbing, and demanding. Breaking the kiss he closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of her again.
His sensed were sharp, his sense of smell especially, not quite up to Ripley’s level, but much stronger than before Satellite Five.
He left her lips and buried his mouth against her throat again. He could not only feel, but taste her heartbeat there. He ran one slightly calloused hand back gown her side and around, to slip it under the band of her jeans, her panties. She was already straddling him.
His mouth traced over her shoulder as he managed to open her pants one handed. He pulled back to look at her, as she finally freed him from his own confining jeans… and the roughness of the zipper on the underside of him added more excitement than was expected right now. His left hand moved up, to cup her breast, thumb and forefinger gently rolling her hot, puckered nipple, even as his right hand slid beneath her panties, where she straddled him, to stroke lower.
She was wet and she bucked into his touch as he slowly circled, but didn’t touch that little center of nerves she was almost begging him to stroke. Her gasp was music to his ears.
Of course, delightfully demanding thing that she was, she paid him back with a hand wrapped around him, giving a squeeze and a stroke. He growled in response.
He dove in, taking a swollen nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue before scraping sently with his teeth.
This was turning into a kind of competition, the kind where no one really loses.