#superfreak

"Lean back for me, baby." Jack hummed. You obeyed without question, tilting your neck back so he could rinse out the shampoo with a small cup. When he finished, he pressed a kiss to your temple. "Now for the rest of this sexy body."

His tone took on a teasing lilt as he reached for the body wash, the one he knew you always used. He lathered it in his hands, the froth spilling from the sides of his palms as he started massaging your shoulders.

At your satisfied hum, he chuckled lowly in your ear. "Feel good?"

His hands drifted down your chest, sliding over your kiss-bitten breasts and sensitive nipples. His touch was light, almost teasing as his calloused fingertips made you shiver despite the warm water surrounding you.

"You cold, doll? I can make it hotter for you." Jack murmured, tilting his head down ever so slightly to let his breath fan over the right side of your neck. You knew immediately he wasn't referring to the tap temperature.

"Jack." You mumbled, head falling back against his shoulder. You could do nothing but melt under his touch, like you always did.

"So pretty f'me." Jack breathed into the crook of your neck, one hand rubbing the soap into your waist and stomach, the other sliding up to gently tease and rub one breast. The bastard knew your weak spots. "You just sit there, yeah? Let me take care of you, baby."

Your arms were resting at your sides under the water, legs almost spreading on instinct, despite how exhausted you were from previous activities. Jack didn't seem to be letting up though, fingertips drifting all over your torso with expertise, with years of learning your body inside and out. Emphasis on the inside.

He was still talking lowly, a quiet rasp in your ear saying all kinds of praise.

"Yeah, just melt into it, baby."

"Doing so well."

"Gonna be so clean, hm?"

"Fuck yeah, doll. So pretty. My pretty girl."

If you were already a mushy mess, you were more so now with his wandering touches, breathy words and occasional teasing bites to your neck. After hours — or, what it actually was, a few minutes — of him gently squeezing your breasts and tightening his fingers over your hips and love handles, he finally whispered what he had been thinking.

"Wanna fuck you again. Would'ya let me, doll? If I took you out of here right now?"

You shivered at the words, feeling so desperately wanted. As excited as you were, you couldn't help how bone tired you were. "Baby, I don't think I have it in me."

Jack's touch softened. "Gotcha, doll. You just sit here and be pretty like you always do, lemme take care of your body."

You hummed, and to that noise, he tilted your head to face his so he could press your lips together in a slow kiss. His tongue gently made it's way into your mouth, feeling around what he had already felt so many times, as his hands drifted down to your thighs under the water, gently squeezing and groping.

Jack smirked against your lips. "Let's get you dried off, baby."