In Florence's double bed, Jack lay on what was becoming 'his side' of the bed. As time had gone on, the items from his bedside table had slowly migrated over from the Shack. First, it was his phone and charger, followed by the picture of him, Siobhan, and Kathleen, followed by the picture of him, Florence, Dwayne, and JP when he'd arrived on the island, followed by his alarm clock and vitamin tablets. He had a drawer in the chest that was spilling over with clothes, plus the space under the bed for his record collection that was beginning to pile up.

Jack lay there, in the dim glow of Florence's bedside lamp, texting Siobhan. It would be early morning for her, but she would get it when she woke up at least, Jack thought.

Hey, kiddo. Give your Da a call soon. He misses you, Jack wrote. Then, he looked over to Florence who lay next to him, gripped by the novel she was reading, her brow furrowed in concentration. Florence says hi, he typed. Love you x

He sent the message and put his phone down on the bedside table. Then, he turned over to Florence, his head resting on the crook of his elbow, and watched her read.

"Stop it," she told him.

"Stop what?"

"Looking at me."

"Can you blame me?"

"I need to finish this book," she told him, turning onto a new page.

Jack inched closer to her and wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on her shoulder. He kissed it gently, then her clavicle, then her neck, moaning against her soft skin as he did so.

"Jack," she warned.

"What?"

"I need to finish this book."

"Why?" he asked, kissing her with more purpose, his lips firmer on her skin.

"Jack," she breathed.

"Mhm?"

Jack saw the book drop in her grasp out of the corner of his eye. He kissed her neck gently once more, making sure to leave a tingling trace of his lips on her skin, tantalising her. Her hand snaked around and cupped the back of her neck as she angled her own neck towards him again. He kissed her harder again, rubbing his crotch against her hip, moaning louder. Florence bit her lip, her free hand rubbing the arm that held her, as Jack drew her closer into him.

"Let me make love to you," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.

Florence turned her head, kissing him passionately, then turned her body around so that Jack could grind himself against her pelvis. She cupped his face in her hands, holding him there whilst she kissed him back hungrily.

They rocked back and forth, grinding their crotches against each other, then stopped, desperate for each other's bodies. Jack took his boxers off and pulled his t-shirt over his head, whilst Florence cast aside her strappy top and shorts. He crawled on top of her, chest to chest, allowing his growing cock to rest on her inner thigh. She grabbed his arse cheeks, palming them, moaning into his mouth as they kissed. Then, she reached over to her bedside table for a condom, taking one out of the drawer and handing it to Jack. He tore open the wrapper, pinching the tip and rolling it down onto his cock.

Florence reached down between her legs and rubbed the head of Jack's cock on her slick folds. Jack groaned in her mouth, feeling himself harden at the sensation. Slowly, Florence guided Jack inside of her, Jack inching himself forward as her walls opened for him. He rested his forehead on hers, taking a moment to appreciate the way that she held him in her arms, bringing him close to her. It was in a way that made Jack want to cry, holding him close to her heart, with such love and tenderness, in a way that was beyond expression.

Jack rocked his hips back, then forward again, slowly at first, driving long, deep strokes into her. Florence groaned and hooked her legs around his waist, opening up her pelvis to take him deeper inside of her. With a moan, Jack buried his head in her neck, planting sloppy kisses to her clavicle as he worked his hips smoothly.

He bent his head, taking her nipple in his mouth to suck on, swirling his tongue around as he moved in and out of her. Florence arched her back, allowing him to take more of her in his mouth. Then, Jack turned his attention to the other, doing the same, his warm breath on Florence's breast driving her wild. She bucked her hips on him in response, gripping his back with her fingernails.

Jack changed the angle of his hips, making sure to hit her g-spot which made Florence dig her nails in even harder. She quaked beneath him, dragging her nails down his back, and gripping his bum again. Florence gasped, closing her eyes, her brow crinkling in delight.

"Do you like that?" Jack asked, kissing her lips sweetly.

"Yes," Florence moaned.

Jack kissed along her jaw, then her cheek, then her forehead, looking down at her lovingly. Florence opened her eyes and looked up at him. Her lips broke out into a coy smile which Jack mirrored. Her hands travelled back up to cup his face adoringly. Jack kissed the ridge of her thumb as he held himself over her, still flexing his hips at a steady pace.

Florence pulled her into him again, their chests touching, kissing hungrily as Jack quickened his pace, still angling for her g-spot every chance he could. Florence bit down on his shoulder, muffling a moan of pleasure, then threw her head back against the pillow, her eyes closed once more.

"Fuck me, Jack," she sighed.

"How?" he asked.

"From behind," she said.

Jack pulled out of her and Florence withdrew her legs from around him. He scooted back to give her space so that she could turn around, kneeling with her back to him. Jack pumped his cock enthusiastically for a few seconds, then pressed himself against her back, feeling her strong body against his frame and kissed the back of her neck. His hand reached around to her clit, circulating the pad of his finger, tugging on the hood. Florence took a sharp intake of breath at his touch, turning her head so he could kiss her cheek.

"Bend over, love," he told her, and she did.

On all fours, Florence reached her hand through her legs to guide Jack in. Fucking her from behind was an entirely different sensation, Jack knew, as once his cock was fully inside her, it reached her g-spot easily. Florence pushed back on his cock, letting his head push her button, earning a deep moan from her in response. Jack gripped her hips and began moving in and out as her hand went straight to her clit.

It drove Jack wild when she touched herself. He watched her hand move quickly, tugging on her clit as he fucked her. Every time he thrust deep inside of her, he felt her g-spot and Florence moaned out. He couldn't help but quicken his pace, fucking her rhythmically, holding onto her hips for better leverage.

"Are you close?" Jack asked her.

Florence only whimpered beneath him. "Mmm," was all she could stutter out, her voice an octave higher than usual.

Jack was nearing the edge, sweat breaking out onto his brow as he panted.

"Harder, Jack," Florence groaned.

Jack did as he was told and began to pound in and out of her, Florence's moans getting higher and higher pitched. The sound was enough. Jack felt his balls tightening, his cock tensing.

"Love, I'm –," he began, but his chest was heaving and all he could think about was her hand on her clit and how he was pounding in and out of her harder than he'd ever fucked in his life.

His orgasm exploded as Florence cried out, pushing back on his cock, and riding out the wave of her ecstasy, rocking against her own finger and his dick that was still deep inside her. Jack panted out a deep guttural moan, eyes screwed tight, juddering his hips against hers as he held them, milking himself dry. Florence's arms collapsed, her head falling to the mattress, and Jack flopped down onto her back, pressing formless kisses onto her spine.

Slowly, he pulled out of her, his cock tingling and sensitive, and took the condom off. He tied a knot in the top and threw it into the nearby bin. Then, he lay beside her, Florence in heap next to him. Jack gathered her up into his arms and kissed her temple.

"Not bad for an old man," Florence teased, her eyes wicked and dazzling. Jack slapped her bare arse in response.