Jo comforts him. XNXX Can’t ruin everything they’ve had tonight. He feels awkward in a way he hasn’t felt in years. Soft and steady. He laughs, his knuckles brushing against the prize he seeks. Deeper and harder. “Oh…” she whimpers, her toes curling. Not wanting to dwell, she tugs at his fly, opening his jeans and taking them down with the same care he’d used to remove her clothes. “Whatever that means. Doesn’t regret saving Sam. That’s when he feels it. “That’s a short list, sweetheart,” he answers, still holding her. But her eyes sparkle and it’s not from moisture. “Say it,” he begs. “Maybe,” she answers softly
“You will now,” he demands, sliding against her. Here. Knows he has to give her something she’ll remember. It’s almost his undoing. Steady and unyielding. Over him. Or, rather, he gives. How much he wants her – needs her. It feels too good. Makes him wonder.
