"Why is it a shame? Because sex is amazing," Jack explained, "Girls make it out to be way more than it really is; you know, love and connection. Sex is a feeling, if I wanted to make love, it'd be different. But sex itself, is glorious. It's just a huge amount of pleasure." Jack rambled on as their bodies and spoke gently, his lips so close to the corner of her mouth.
"Think of it this way," Jack ran his fingers slowly up and down her back, applying slightly pressure every so often, then smoothed his hands down her sides, "You know that tingly feeling you get when you're being massaged, where first it starts in your stomach, then it spreads slowly down your sides-" Jack's fingertips ran down her waist, resting on the hem of her skirt, "-then it spreads through your shoulders, and through your pelvis, down your legs, down your arms, and finally you get that burning sensation in your fingers and toes. And you feel euphoric, relaxed and warm all at once? That's what sex is. And to be shy and timid about it is denying yourself something that is apart of everybody's primal nature. If we were supposed to do it, we wouldn't be built like we are, we wouldn't feel the things we do when we're close."
Jack was running his fingers down her back, speaking against her ear, and when he was down, his hands gripped her waist gently. He made her sway back and forth with him, his fingertips pressing gently into her sides all the while he held her against him. His let his head fall, his face finding the crook of her neck as they rocked back and forth.