I have no idea how long I come, his fingers moving just a little inside me, nudging that spot over and over and I swear I'm almost crying by the time he pulls off, cool air brushing my spit-and-come slick cock.

"Oh my God," I breathe, trembling all over with his fingers still pressed up deep inside me. My voice sounds almost pathetic, weak and wrecked as I drop my head back against the pillow. "Jack. Jack, please. Please come here." I give him a weak, half-hearted wave with one hand, reaching for him as well as I'm able. I want his mouth on mine, want to feel him pressed against me, want to at least get my hand on him if nothing else.