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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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. ]