[Claire's done this before, not as naive or enchanted by things the way that Jack was. In truth, that's part of what had made her like him so much his unmangled view of things, jadedness simply didn't exist for him and it's something that she's been lacking since she was young.
The build-up has her head rolling on her shoulders, of course - of course he'd be a natural. The way he takes control pulls a gentle sound out of her that she can do nothing to mask. His mouth at her neck and jaw, the way he says her name, it's all too much and while Jack might be trying to pay attention through it all Claire gives herself over to the moment.
The stark shift in their position pulls a shot out of her because she hadn't been expecting it and she lies there a little winded, lips agape, blue eyes glued to Jack's face. Yeah, she could get used to him asserting any kind of dominance she realized. There's something comforting not only in being taken care of but in being treated like she isn't some breakable little thing.]
Right- right there. Jack. Fuck.
[This time there's no off, or you to end the sentence like there had been before. He's hitting right up into her sweet spot with each drag of his hips and she meets the advances half way, with her ankles hooked at the base of her spine.]
sex with claire novak is amazing. every arch of her body, every shift of muscle, every expression she makes and every sound that comes from her is a thrill, and jack's drunk on it. she's utterly gorgeous underneath him, lost to the world as she rocks down to meet his hips and jack's head spins in the most amazing way, light headed and dizzy, tunnel visioned on her. anyone could walk in at this moment and it's not likely jack would notice. ]
God, Claire, you're beautiful. [ it rattles up from his chest in a gasp, and jack's control is fraying the closer he sinks into her, a hand stroking down her side, over her hip, and up the thigh that's wrapped around to his back, something about the way she's clinging to him burning that need inside him that much hotter. his hips start to snap a bit more, push a little harder, handle a little rougher, and jack's lips find the side of her neck as he strokes his hand back up along her side, over a breast, thumb working over the bud of her nipple absently while he sucks a red mark over her pulse point.
there's a constant, persistent need to get as closer to her as he can, the arm jack had been using to support himself ending up wrapped around her back, hugging her close close close to his chest, heaving in erratic pants and gasps. somewhere in the desperate mess of limbs that they are, one of jack's hands finds one of claire's, tangling their fingers together and as a low moan sounds in the back of his throat, he squeezes, as if needing the extra contact, as if the point where he's inside her isn't intimate enough. if he knew a way to weave their souls together, he'd do that too, but that's a bit advanced for one little antichrist in the making. ]
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The build-up has her head rolling on her shoulders, of course - of course he'd be a natural. The way he takes control pulls a gentle sound out of her that she can do nothing to mask. His mouth at her neck and jaw, the way he says her name, it's all too much and while Jack might be trying to pay attention through it all Claire gives herself over to the moment.
The stark shift in their position pulls a shot out of her because she hadn't been expecting it and she lies there a little winded, lips agape, blue eyes glued to Jack's face. Yeah, she could get used to him asserting any kind of dominance she realized. There's something comforting not only in being taken care of but in being treated like she isn't some breakable little thing.]
Right- right there. Jack. Fuck.
[This time there's no off, or you to end the sentence like there had been before. He's hitting right up into her sweet spot with each drag of his hips and she meets the advances half way, with her ankles hooked at the base of her spine.]
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sex with claire novak is amazing. every arch of her body, every shift of muscle, every expression she makes and every sound that comes from her is a thrill, and jack's drunk on it. she's utterly gorgeous underneath him, lost to the world as she rocks down to meet his hips and jack's head spins in the most amazing way, light headed and dizzy, tunnel visioned on her. anyone could walk in at this moment and it's not likely jack would notice. ]
God, Claire, you're beautiful. [ it rattles up from his chest in a gasp, and jack's control is fraying the closer he sinks into her, a hand stroking down her side, over her hip, and up the thigh that's wrapped around to his back, something about the way she's clinging to him burning that need inside him that much hotter. his hips start to snap a bit more, push a little harder, handle a little rougher, and jack's lips find the side of her neck as he strokes his hand back up along her side, over a breast, thumb working over the bud of her nipple absently while he sucks a red mark over her pulse point.
there's a constant, persistent need to get as closer to her as he can, the arm jack had been using to support himself ending up wrapped around her back, hugging her close close close to his chest, heaving in erratic pants and gasps. somewhere in the desperate mess of limbs that they are, one of jack's hands finds one of claire's, tangling their fingers together and as a low moan sounds in the back of his throat, he squeezes, as if needing the extra contact, as if the point where he's inside her isn't intimate enough. if he knew a way to weave their souls together, he'd do that too, but that's a bit advanced for one little antichrist in the making. ]