[ Jane knows that. Jesse is endlessly, effortlessly kind, always willing to sacrifice for others and especially for her. Jane wishes she could be like that, sometimes. But then again, if they were both like that, who would protect them? Who would look out for both of them? Jesse needs someone on his side, advocating for him, making sure people don't take advantage of his endless good nature.
It occurs to her how easily she could take advantage of him. But she doesn't want to. She just wants to be with him, near him, around him, have him inside of and on top of her.
She breathes out one word when he says she's wet for him. ]
Yeah.
[ And she is, too. Soaking. When she feels him playing with her clit she lets out a moan that's almost pained, but in a good way. Her face is cherry red, beads of sweat starting to form at her hairline and trickle down the edges of her temple. Her back arches a little, involuntarily, as he slides inside her and her eyes almost but don't quite close.
One hand is still on his back, tracing gently along the dent of his spine. The other finds its way up to his shoulders, affectionately resting there as she gets used to feeling him inside of her. She smiles warmly.
And then she makes a sound that's halfway between speaking actual words and simply gasping. ]
Jesse.
[ The hand on his shoulder gives a gentle squeeze before it finds the back of his head. She slowly moves up a little bit, before she kisses him, pressing her lips to his. Finally, her head and her hand drop back down, resting on the bed underneath him. She's still talking in the same breathy voice, but there's a little more decisiveness, a little less dreaminess now. ]
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It occurs to her how easily she could take advantage of him. But she doesn't want to. She just wants to be with him, near him, around him, have him inside of and on top of her.
She breathes out one word when he says she's wet for him. ]
Yeah.
[ And she is, too. Soaking. When she feels him playing with her clit she lets out a moan that's almost pained, but in a good way. Her face is cherry red, beads of sweat starting to form at her hairline and trickle down the edges of her temple. Her back arches a little, involuntarily, as he slides inside her and her eyes almost but don't quite close.
One hand is still on his back, tracing gently along the dent of his spine. The other finds its way up to his shoulders, affectionately resting there as she gets used to feeling him inside of her. She smiles warmly.
And then she makes a sound that's halfway between speaking actual words and simply gasping. ]
Jesse.
[ The hand on his shoulder gives a gentle squeeze before it finds the back of his head. She slowly moves up a little bit, before she kisses him, pressing her lips to his. Finally, her head and her hand drop back down, resting on the bed underneath him. She's still talking in the same breathy voice, but there's a little more decisiveness, a little less dreaminess now. ]
Fuck me.