It's hard not to whimper when Jack shifts above me, his hips arching back as he slips out. The loss of him is almost as profound as when he'd been filling me up and I have to suck in a breath as I rest a hand against my lower belly.

He barely gives me any time to recover though before he's pressing a curious finger against me. My face burns a little when I realize he's touching his own come where it's leaking out and goodness, I can't even imagine the mess we're making of the sheets. I try to shift away and Jack's finger slides along the crease of my thigh as I bite my lip. "Is it really gross?" I ask, my heart pounding for a different reason this time. "We can use a condom next time if you want. Might be less messy that way."