Despite how patient and gentle Jack's being with his light kisses and soft words, it still hurts a little when he slides a third finger in. It's not excruciating by any means, but there's a burn and I feel all my muscles wind tight for a second, my hands gripping his arms.

"Jack." It comes out like a whine before I force myself to take a breath, force myself to relax.

His lips are still brushing the corner of my mouth and I finally manage a nod as the pain begins to slide away. "That's-- It's good. God, it's good, Jack. Please."