[Its exactly what he is aiming for, and after a few of those repetitive strokes, she will feel his arms start to shake with anticipation. He switches the direction of his hand and slips a finger inside of her to test the waters. Its just a bit too quick and not nearly enough to give her any sort of satisfaction.
Jack presses himself into her hand and leans over to bury his face between her breasts, nipping at skin in a content fashion.]
You're wrecking my desk.
[His breath is husky, and not at all convincing. Even if he hasn't been the one to pin her there, his focus has fallen to the rhythm she's found The finger pulls out and drags languidly across her folds.]
no subject
Jack presses himself into her hand and leans over to bury his face between her breasts, nipping at skin in a content fashion.]
You're wrecking my desk.
[His breath is husky, and not at all convincing. Even if he hasn't been the one to pin her there, his focus has fallen to the rhythm she's found The finger pulls out and drags languidly across her folds.]