Comments | jack_youbetcha: Where Were We? (Closed to Sam, NC-17)

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Where Were We? (Closed to Sam, NC-17)

May 22, 2009 22:23

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Jack added more pressure as his other hand came around and fiddled with the button of her pants. "It needs to be re-evaluated then." He murmured as he felt the button come undone and the zipper slid down easily.

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schrodingerscat May 23 2009, 02:57:52 UTC

"I could support that," she shifted more onto her knees so he could slide his hands over her hips under her pants.

jack_youbetcha May 23 2009, 03:31:11 UTC

He took advantage of that. His hands slid under her pants from the small of her back. One hand stayed on the tight curve of her ass while the other smoothed along the fabric of her underwear until it reached the front and he stroked the fabric lightly as he started to kiss upwards.

schrodingerscat May 23 2009, 03:35:34 UTC

She made a soft noise in her throat and bit her lip, "Jack."

jack_youbetcha May 23 2009, 04:05:02 UTC

He always liked it when she said his name like that and it only encouraged him to go farther. After a few more strokes over the ever-dampening wet fabric, a slight shift made it possible for his fingers to slip under her underwear to her wet heat. He groaned a little at the feel of her, his mouth reaching her neck.

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