Jack was still pushing into her. Eager to feel her more. His mouth not letting up on hers. Everytime they had sex. Everytime they spent time together. The closer he got to her, the more he just wanted to be with her. Not even for sex, just because of her. You could call it love, or you could call it lust. Jack didn't know. All he knew was he wanted her.
Well, Jack was like a fifteen year old boy having sex for the first time. With her clamping down on him, he lost it. He came like a banshee. Gasping out a moan to her lips. She moaned his name, though he pushed his mouth to hers, like that's how he was living. Just simply pushing up into her more. Just wanting to be close to her.