A place for the rest of us

It doesn't take long before hot and bothered becomes a complete writhing mass of overstimulated nerve endings. Her body didn't know whether to try and move her hips against his tongue or arch to press her breasts more fully into his hands and his forceful teasing fingers. "Jack," she moaned from deep in her throat as it tried to do both at once. Slowly, she skimmed her hands over his skull, fingertips pressing in and trying to bring him closer.