Jack doesn't waste any time in kneeling up over me, grabbing the headboard with one hand and his cock with the other. It's hard to decide where I want to look first -- at his face or his heaving chest or his gorgeous, slick dick hovering right over my mouth.

A second later and he makes the choice for me, the tip bumping my bottom lip. My eyes widen where they're locked on Jack's and I take a shuddered breath as I rest my hands on his thighs, gripping tight. As big as he is, I know I can't take much, but that hardly matters at all. I can take the head, and I do, wrapping my lips tight and letting my tongue flick just over the slit, tasting the salty-sweetness of him with a soft moan. I try to take a little more too, lifting my head up off the pillow and relaxing my tongue, hollowing my cheeks as I pull back and then take him in again.