[ The loss of warmth is so profound when Jane moves off his lap to stand that he nearly whimpers out loud. Stifling the noise, it's still an almost pained moan. His eyes are half-lidded, but they don't dare to close as Jane wriggles her hips to rid herself of his boxer shorts. Jesse's pink tongue peeks out at the corner of his mouth, a look that's half-concentration, half losing-his-mind as Jane peels the oversized t-shirt off, too.
He stands, instinctively pulling her against his chest as his jeans pool around his ankles. He steps out of the tangle of fabric around his feet, thumbs hooking into the elastic of Jane's panties. ]
Nuh uh...that ain't possible...
[ Jesse's voice is deeper than usual, thick and rough with lust as he punctuates his words with presses of his lips against hers as he works the panties off over her hips. He's kissing her more fully, almost frantically as he gets his own boxers off and urges her back towards the bed. It might not be the brand new pillow-top they'd tested out on the day it got delivered, but it's not uncomfortable. One hand peels back the blanket and sheet for her, the other bracing against the edge of the mattress as Jane gets settled on top of it.
Jesse wants her. Of course he does. Whether it feels like he just saw her, or hadn't in months. Whether they were cursed to spend an eternity in Hell or not, this is the closest he's felt to bliss maybe ever. And, yeah, it does feel a lot like he might wake up from this any second; as though it's a dream that'll fade once he opens his eyes and realizes himself. But it doesn't. Not even as he climbs onto the bed after her, settling himself between her parted thighs to slide a hand up her side and back down again.
As badly as he wants her; as much as his body's screaming for some kind of relief, he takes his time with her, arms quaking ever so slightly as he cranes his neck to meet her lips with his again. His body settles feather-light on top of hers, hips grinding slow but desperate, a nearly involuntary move. He's not inside her, but his dick finds the crease between her body and thigh, pressing eagerly against her. Jesse kisses Jane more fully, more deeply, his tongue tangling with hers as he shifts his weight to one palm so he can snake the other hand down between their bodies. ]
Y-you want me on top? Like this?
[ He's always aimed to please. Now's no different. ]
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He stands, instinctively pulling her against his chest as his jeans pool around his ankles. He steps out of the tangle of fabric around his feet, thumbs hooking into the elastic of Jane's panties. ]
Nuh uh...that ain't possible...
[ Jesse's voice is deeper than usual, thick and rough with lust as he punctuates his words with presses of his lips against hers as he works the panties off over her hips. He's kissing her more fully, almost frantically as he gets his own boxers off and urges her back towards the bed. It might not be the brand new pillow-top they'd tested out on the day it got delivered, but it's not uncomfortable. One hand peels back the blanket and sheet for her, the other bracing against the edge of the mattress as Jane gets settled on top of it.
Jesse wants her. Of course he does. Whether it feels like he just saw her, or hadn't in months. Whether they were cursed to spend an eternity in Hell or not, this is the closest he's felt to bliss maybe ever. And, yeah, it does feel a lot like he might wake up from this any second; as though it's a dream that'll fade once he opens his eyes and realizes himself. But it doesn't. Not even as he climbs onto the bed after her, settling himself between her parted thighs to slide a hand up her side and back down again.
As badly as he wants her; as much as his body's screaming for some kind of relief, he takes his time with her, arms quaking ever so slightly as he cranes his neck to meet her lips with his again. His body settles feather-light on top of hers, hips grinding slow but desperate, a nearly involuntary move. He's not inside her, but his dick finds the crease between her body and thigh, pressing eagerly against her. Jesse kisses Jane more fully, more deeply, his tongue tangling with hers as he shifts his weight to one palm so he can snake the other hand down between their bodies. ]
Y-you want me on top? Like this?
[ He's always aimed to please. Now's no different. ]