I feel like nothing more than a wet noodle once the wave has passed, a wet shaky noodle as I cling to the headboard and struggle to get my breath back. Jack's hands smooth up over my legs and it's nothing at all to let him move me. It's embarrassing, but I swear I'm still trembling all over by the time we're both on our sides, face to face.

Jack's lips are swollen and shiny and, for a second, all I can do is stare. He looks like that because of me, because he just had his mouth on my dick, because he...

Carefully, I reach forward, lightly touching his bottom lip with a fingertip as he brushes the hair back from my forehead. "That was incredible," I tell him, wholly honest. I laugh then, surprised and embarassed and so, so warm. "I'm-- Goodness, I can't stop shaking. Was it... I mean, was that okay for you? I didn't hurt you?"