I'm not sure I'll ever get tired of getting to look at Jack like his. It's funny when I think about it because I've actually seen him naked so many times before we were ever... this, but now it means so much more. He's not even naked now and already all the blood in my body is rushing south as I brush my fingers lower down his stomach, following the grail of hair until I find the thick root of him.

"Well, in that case," I tell him, cocking my head and grinning at him while trying not to squirm under his touch, the brush of his fingers just a little ticklish, "I think I, uh. I think I want to suck you. If you'd be okay with that."