It's gotten so, so easy to kiss Jack. Like we've spent the past month or so really learning how our mouths fit together, and yet it's still so incredible every single time. I feel a sliver of warmth all down my spine as his tongue skims my bottom lip and I shift just enough to curl my hand around his dick.

I still can hardly believe I'm allowed this, that I can just touch him almost anytime I want, that I get to hear him make those sounds, that I get to cause them.

Sliding my hand up his length, I brush my thumb over the tip, our faces still pressed close so I can breathe with him. "What I really want is to get you out of these pants," I confess, feeling my cheeks warm a little at being so bold. "Goodness, you feel good."