I'm not expecting it to happen so quickly, my breath catching in surprise when I feel Jack throb beneath my palm again, watch as his head drops back and his mouth falls open in a long, low moan.

"Oh my God," I breathe, stunned as I feel him come over my hand, warm and thick. It makes touch him even easier, all slick now as I stroke down to the base and back up again, squeezing a little tighter in the hopes of drawing it out a little, to make him feel even half as good as he'd made me feel.

Seconds later and he's trembling a bit, probably oversensitive now, and I reluctantly uncurl my fingers from around him. My hand is a mess and I'm scared to rest it on the sheets or wipe it on him so I just hold it kind of awkwardly as I rest over him, feeling the warm gusts of his breath against my neck. "That was incredible," I whisper, trembling a little myself. As much as I've thought about it, I'd never guessed it could feel quite like this -- like I've really accomplished something amazing. I made Jack come. "You... you're incredible."