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"Are you ready?" he says hoarsely, handing me back the vibrator.

"God, yes," I pant.

He pushes both dildos in all the way, coating his cock in lube before positioning it above the dildo in my pussy, and then flexes his hips until the tip is inside me.

"Does that feel okay?" he asks, grunting as I squeeze around him.

My entire life condenses to that very moment, to the fullness, to his fingers digging into my hips, to the vibe against my clit. He holds himself there, fucking my ass with the dildo, getting me used to the feeling before pushing his cock in another inch. He repeats those steps until he's bottomed out, my world about to fracture into a million pieces.

"They'll fit," he says roughly, pulling out and thrusting in again, pushing everything inside me as far as they'll go.

"Jack," I sob, so close to coming I can't get out any other words. He pulls the dildo from my pussy, grips my hips with both hands, and swings me toward him, slamming into me with a fierce curse.

"Now, Charlotte," he commands, swinging me forward and then back onto his cock, ramming into me repeatedly, my entire body going limp as he fucks me. I feel his hips spasm as he loses control, and I get sucked into his orbit, an orgasm ripping from my body, his cock pulsing so deep inside me I can feel him against my soul.

"More," I whimper as he pulls out, my body still strung tight, and even I can't tell if it's not enough or if it's too much.

"Fuck, Charlotte," he pants, breathing hard. He helps me get out of the swing and turns me around so the straps support my back and thighs. "I'm still hard. Me or the dildo?"

"The answer to that question will always be you," I say blearily, watching as he positions himself and pulls me onto him. "Vibrator?" he asks.

"I don't need it," I say, our gazes locked as he steps closer to me, grinding his pelvis against mine. The gold in his eyes darkens as the first tremors start.

"Not yet," he murmurs, changing his mind and picking me up out of the swing, laying me down on a bench near the wall. He keeps eye contact as he fills me, pressing his pubic bone against my clit as he moves his body over me. My nails scrape down his back, my entire body tensing as I angle my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. "Fuck, Charlotte," he whispers brokenly, his body shuddering over me as I clench around him.

"Oh God," I whimper, my eyelids fluttering as the tide rises with me in its clutches.

"Open your eyes," Jack whispers. He cradles my face in his hands, our gazes locked, riding the wave together until we come crashing back to earth in brutal ecstasy.

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Istand under the steaming shower spray, Jack's moans still echoing in my ears. He has his arm wrapped around my torso, supporting my weight as he reaches for the shampoo.

"Can you stand by yourself?" he asks, a ghost of a smile teasing his lips, the tenderness in his gaze nearly buckling my knees. My fingernails dig into his forearm as I transfer my weight to my feet, locking my knees to keep my trembling muscles in check.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his praise bringing a flush to my skin. He pushes his fingers into my hair, massaging my scalp and then gently running the soap into the ends of my hair. Tilting my head back, he carefully rinses out the shampoo, keeping the water away from my eyes. He picks up a bar of soap, the smell of lemon verbena enveloping us as he rubs it between his palms and then over my body, the gentle sweep of his hands over my breasts, down my stomach, and between my legs, stoking the fire in my core. I move my hips against him, his answering chuckle sliding down my spine, making me shiver. He tips my chin up, his gaze putting me in a chokehold.

"You're fucking incredible, Charlotte," he rasps, pressing his lips to mine, the roughness of his beard re-igniting my nerve endings. I cradle his face between my hands, pouring my entire soul into this kiss. He walks us under the spray, his lips still moving against mine as he washes the soap from my body before turning the water off. Pulling away with a groan, he grabs a towel from the stack by the door, wraps it around me, and lifts me into his arms, carrying me through the bathroom to the bedroom. The springs in the mattress creak as he climbs onto the bed, pulling the towel away before pulling me flush against his body and covering us with a fluffy duvet.

"Do you think I'm ready?" I murmur sleepily, turning in his arms, unable to bear one more second without the warmth of his gaze.

"I know you're ready," he whispers, a smile pulling at his lips as he fans my hair out over the pillow. "I've never seen anything so magnificent. The way you move, Charlotte... just thinking about it makes me hard."

I hum my approval, running my hand over his stomach, not stopping until my fingers wrap around his cock. I stifle a yawn as I slide my hand over his hard length, my insides quivering. He circles my wrist with his fingers, pulling my hand away before I get in a second stroke.

"Get some sleep, Charlie. We have a big day tomorrow, you need your rest."

"Tomorrow?" I ask, wrinkling my brow in confusion.

"It's almost three in the morning, Sassenach," he grumbles, pulling me closer, tangling his legs with mine, and tucking my head into the space between his shoulder and neck. The last thing I remember is the heat of his skin and the way his breath tickles as he whispers he loves me.

I wake little by little, awareness slowly taking hold of my senses. The feel of warm skin under my cheek. Steady breaths dancing through my hair. The heady scent of sex and lemon verbena making my heart pound in my chest, incessant throbbing taking residence between my legs.

I crack my eyes open, greeted by the large expanse of Jack's well-muscled chest. Sometime during the night, I had thrown one of my legs over his hips, trapping his cock under my thigh, dangerously close to my core. I stifle a groan as he twitches, his fingers flexing, digging into my hip as he pushes his pelvis against me in his sleep. Fuck. I angle my hips, pressing my clit against his hip bone. Before I even realize he's awake, he hauls me on top of him and thrusts into me with a groan. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I adjust to his size, circling my hips until it feels like he's filling every part of me.

"Good morning, Sassenach," he says roughly, his eyelids fluttering open, his gaze sweeping hungrily over my body. His fingertips press into my hips, angling my pelvis so my clit grinds against his pubic bone with every thrust. I brace my hands on his chest, a strangled moan falls from my lips as an orgasm violently rips through me, Jack's answering groan coming from deep in his throat as he loses himself in my body.

I collapse on top of him, our breaths mingling as we slowly return to earth.

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