<br/>Jazz couldn’t help but grin as she heard the passion-filled cries from her husband.  For some reason she loved it when he got to this point.  When all that filled his mind was the need for release.  The wanton demands for relief.  Somehow it made her feel powerful and fulfilled.<br/><br/>A deep moan, almost a growl, emanated from her throat as she sank deeper onto him.  Until there was enough lubrication, Jake was always a tight fit inside her.  But it just made everything more sensitive.<br/><br/>The deep kiss he began as he filled her was perfect, but Jake was always a great kisser.  Probably part of the reason he got her to bed sooner than most men.  That and his charming manner.<br/><br/>When the kiss broke and Jake shared his thoughts it brought a fresh blush to her cheeks.  He’d said a few things like that to her.  And Jazz was looking forward to trying new things.  But so far it had been ‘talk’.  They had watched a few of Harriet’s films together.  And Harriet had spoken to her on the phone at length about what might happen.<br/><br/>And there was that one kiss…<br/><br/>