"Oh, my goodness," I breathe, shaking just at what he's saying. I have no idea if he could, but I think I definitely want to find out. Not right now, but maybe soon. Good Lord, we'll get to do this again, I realize. As many times as we want.

I just hope it's good for him.

He's still moving his fingers, still pressing against that spot over and over again and I have to reach down between my legs to grab myself, needing the friction too much, but not wanting to come yet at the same time. "Jack." My voice sounds so small, so weak, but it's about all I can manage right now. "God, Jack, please. It's so... it's so, so good, oh my God."