Cat’s head was swirling. Her heart was beating into her throat, and her hands were trembling. Jack’s lips melted into hers, and as she allowed his tongue into her mouth, she could no longer feel where she ended and he began. His fingers running through her hair, the kissing became more and more desperate. Her hands, which at first had cradled his face, began to explore, searching his strong back, seeking out every last inch of his strength. She felt vulnerable under him. She felt exposed. But she somehow also felt entirely safe, entirely secure, and a new feeling was emerging, one which she could never have imagined before: she wanted him inside her.
It was not so much that she wanted to be “fucked,” or that she “wanted his dick,” whatever Melissa had said. It was more basic than that. She wanted him to be inside her. The border between their bodies which had begun to dissolve in their kissing, now seemed only to exist between her legs, and that boundary needed to go–she needed to feel them fully merge.