We fell asleep, our bodies entwined, sheets tangled about us. I woke twice in the night, the first time with Jack buried deep within me, his hips moving in incredibly slow motion, my orgasm building just as slowly. The second, Jack spooned me, his front to my back. He'd lifted one of my legs on top of his and his fingers were slipping into me, around and over all the crucial spots before sliding his hard length into me from behind. We didn’t need toys or kink.
We didn't move from my bed the next day other than to go to the door to pay the pizza delivery man. Having a new kitchen was great, but there was absolutely nothing to eat in the cabinets or fridge. Since Jack's plane wasn't until after dinner, we spent the day completing only the most important tasks. s*x and more s*x.
I was insat
