It had been awhile since the expansion on the house had been completed, and even though Jack now had his own room, he still enjoyed sitting on the couch and pulling Nami close to kiss her.
It was even better when those kisses escalated.
He would push harder, until she was laying down on her back, and she would pull her legs up onto the couch.
There would be messy tongue and her hands pulling at his clothes, and his hands slipping beneath her shirt and sliding up to play with her breasts, tweaking her nipples through her bra.
She would moan and writhe under his ministrations until he finally pushed her over the edge, and she would push him over the edge. Literally.
They'd end up on the floor, her legs straddling his hips and his back flat against the hardwood floor.
She would grind and rock and push against his clothed manhood almost wantonly, and he would grow almost painfully hard.
Her kisses would become punishing and sharp, with teeth and tongue and sweetness.
And at that point, neither one would care if someone were to walk into the living room and see them.
