It's hard not to whine when I feel him slide his fingers out, hard not to feel both relieved and disappointed at the sudden lack of them inside me. My muscles clench again, this time around nothing at all and it's weird to feel so empty.

Blinking my eyes open again, I peer down to watch him slicking himself up, his thick fingers wrapped around his thick length and-- oh goodness, we really are doing this. He's gonna be inside me.

Something about the way he looms over me then is somehow calming though and suck in a breath as I lift my hands to sides, feeling up all that smooth skin in muscle. There's so much sheer power in every inch of Jack. It should be intimidating. I know it used to be. But I also know Jack would never knowingly do a single thing to ever hurt me and that makes all the difference.

"I love you," I tell him right back and it feels like the most honest thing I've ever said. I take another breath then and spread my legs wider still, hooking one foot behind his butt so he knows I mean business. "I love you so much, Jack. And I want you so, so badly."