His fingers are still inside me, which is about all I can register for a moment as I blink up at the ceiling, my entire body buzzing. I nearly feel like I'm floating, which isn't entirely new - this is hardly the first time Jack's made me come, after all. But there's an undercurrent there, too. Because I know we're not done yet. I know this is only the start.

"Oh my God," is still about all I can manage when I tip my head down to look at him, shuddering slightly when I feel him spread his fingers inside me and I just picture what it is he's said. "You-- You should try. Or just. Just get inside me. Please, Jack."