Jack eases his hips back and I can feel every inch of him as he slides out and then back in. It's the strangest feeling, almost uncomfortable, but I just can't get over the fact that he's inside me. That and the sound of his voice saying my name like that is just... I'm not sure he's ever sounded like he does right now, like he's as overwhelmed as I am.

Not to mention the French falling from his lips, oh my goodness.

"Jack," I breathe again, my voice hitching as he starts up a slow rhythm, every slow roll sending every nerve in my body on fire. "Oh, Jack. Oh my God." I'm useless like this, I know, just lying back and letting him rock into me, but I can't manage to do anything else but hold one, me knees up high and body curved, my hands grabbing tight to his shoulders.

And then he shifts just a little, changes the angle inside and my eyes snap open as pure heat shoots down my spine. I know just what he's hit and it's so astoundingly intense that I can't help the sound I make, my eyes wide as I try to hold on. "Fuck," cry out, lost in the sensation as I stare up at him, angling as best I can to make sure he hits that same spot again. "Oh God, please. Please, please, Jack. It's so good."