[Always nearly tips him over the edge right then and there, and likely would, if not for the fact that the way she gasps it out elicits another pang in his chest. But he can't stop now--isn't about to, not when he can still make her feel this way. It might even be a nice little ego boost, in better circumstances.
He buries himself to the hilt, holds himself there for a moment before dragging out again, settling into a steady rhythm that slowly gains momentum with every thrust. Jack holds her as close as he can, pressing his forehead into her shoulder, her words against him the only thing he wants to hear.]
I never stopped thinking about you.
[His voice is quiet, throaty, gasped out more than anything else. It's like he can't stop himself, suddenly realizing how much lost time he needs to make up for.]
me too, apparently. welcome back and sorry for the wait!
He buries himself to the hilt, holds himself there for a moment before dragging out again, settling into a steady rhythm that slowly gains momentum with every thrust. Jack holds her as close as he can, pressing his forehead into her shoulder, her words against him the only thing he wants to hear.]
I never stopped thinking about you.
[His voice is quiet, throaty, gasped out more than anything else. It's like he can't stop himself, suddenly realizing how much lost time he needs to make up for.]