"Oh! Oh, goodness." Two fingers is definitely more of a stretch than just the one and every muscle in my body goes tight again as he presses in. But Jack stops almost right away, waits as I take a moment to remember how to breathe, my body slowly, slowly relaxing. I know he's probably done this before, at least with a girl, and his experience is showing. Either that or he's just really, naturally good at this.

Lord, I only hope I can be half as skilled at making him feel good.

In moments, he's all the way inside, his hand pressed right up under my balls and his lips brushing my stomach. I shudder a breath as I curl my fingers through his hair. My dick's softened, but only a little, and when he moves his fingers and nudges that spot inside me again, my back arches right up off the mattress and my cock throbs. "Jack. Jack, you're... oh God. It's so good. You feel so good."

I want him to kiss me. I want him to suck me. Right now, right in this moment, I almost want him to fuck me. For real.