More and more stimulation... it's easily returned in kind as she rolls her hips in time with his, grinding their pelvises together in a deliciously maddening way. Her time on the boat was still so recent in memory, but this... this is nothing like that. Is that because Jon missed her so? Or because they've both grown so desperate for one another?

It must be desperation, the way she responds to him. Arching her back against his touch. Tilting her head so he can focus on her neck. Neither slows her down--she's focused on the feel of him against her cunt. Even drags her fingers against his scars, gentle touches which smear sweat and paint.

"Gods, Jon."