Anael

By opposition, Anael's body temperature hadn't seemed to lower at all, despite the cold water and then the flight. Nor did Jack's colder hands raise goosebumps on his flesh. While he did feel that they were cold, it simply did not affect him other than as an added sensation feeding into the loveliness of the moment. His cock was hard and resting against Jack's stomach, but it could wait. The series of lazy kisses they exchanged was the priority now, stroking his hands over Jack's back, into his hair, brushing fingers along his jaw and over his chest, thumb catching a hard nipple.