Mike had always felt disconnected from the world; the death of his parents, having to be strong so he could support the gang, his crippling injuries, all of it just made the man feel unable to truly be close to anyone. Yet with Jimmy that empty feeling gave way to something new, and wonderful. With her he was safe, and happy. There was no shame or pain, just the feeling of being loved and finally whole. In moments like this, and honestly just the private moments where they simply were together even if it weren't physical, Rigs found himself truly complete again. The way his name feel from her lips, the sensation of Jimmy's fingers running through his hair, all of it only added to the desire that burned in his chest for the young woman who wanted to be his wife.
As she rocked her hips his lips hummed with a moan. That wicked tongue of Rigs flicking and swirling against her hard little bud. At last the need to move was far too great, and with a slow roll of his hips Mike's length began to glide at last. There was no frenzied pace just yet. Only the gentle motion of his heated cock easing out of her core until just the tip remained within her...only to penetrate her again, and repeat the whole motion over and over.