When his mouth left hers and his lips trailed over her jaw and down to her neck, she was amazed she didn’t melt into a puddle of feminine mush right at his booted feet. As his hands roamed her body, she relaxed a little, certain she was finally going to get what she’d gone looking for this evening.
His palm was warm as it grazed her upper thigh before sliding beneath the snug hem of her short skirt. His hand swept up to her hip, then around to her backside. He cupped a bare cheek just as he nipped her neck. Liza couldn’t even begin to process all the wonderful sensations he evoked. It seemed like forever since she’d been this on fire, this turned inside out.
The blaze was about to burn even brighter as his hand returned to the front of her, his fingers skimming over the triangular swath of lace that covered her pussy. Liza’s breath caught in her throat at the intimate touch.
“You’re already wet, darlin’,” the Devil said in a low, sexy tone.
She swallowed down a lump of excitement, doing her damnedest to keep from begging him to fuck her. That was exactly what she wanted, but good girls didn’t say things like that out loud, did they?
Instead, she admitted, “I have been since I laid eyes on you.”
A sharp grunt fell from his lips as they continued to glide over her throat. “I want to make you wetter.”
Electrical currents ran rampant through her body, all headed toward the heart of her where they tangled and twisted and gained strength. The pads of his fingers massaged her labia through the thin lace of her panties. The pressure was just right. Steady and strong, rather than slow and tentative. He knew what he was doing, knew exactly how to touch her and set every nerve-ending on fire.
His mouth returned to hers and he kissed her again as his fingers swept aside the lace between her legs. Skin-on-skin contact was just about the death of her. Liza tore her mouth from his and gulped in some much-needed air as his fingers caressed her pussy lips.
“Oh good Lord,” she whispered. Then she sighed as he stroked her in just the right place, targeting her ultra-sensitive clit.
His semi-embrace tightened around her as she swayed unsteadily under his magical touch, while his fingers continued to pleasure her. One slid into her wet cunt and she bit back a cry of delight. How wonderful this all felt! His heat and hands and low groans sent her into sensory overload. Her legs trembled as he worked her a little faster, with confident strokes that told of his determination to give her everything she needed. To get her off with an explosive bang.
“That’s it, darlin’,” he whispered in her ear as she shuddered against him. The heel of his hand rubbed her clit as the finger inside her cunt continued to caress her, taking her to a beautiful place she’d long since forgotten. “Come for me.”
His mouth returned to her neck, his tongue and lips and teeth teasing her now-damp skin as he pushed deeper inside her and quickened his pace. Liza’s head tilted back against the refrigerator door. Her eyelids fluttered closed as the flames consumed her. She let her inner vixen take over, no longer wanting to be saddled to the good girl she’d been raised to be. This was what she’d been missing out on for far too long. This was what freed her from the past.
“Jack,” she whispered his name as she barreled toward the kind of climax that had eluded her for years. The kind of intense, cleansing release she needed and deserved. Her fingers tightened around the strands of hair she clutched at as Jack worked her a little more feverishly.
“Let go, Liza,” he said in a strained tone. “I want to feel you come with my fingers inside you.”
With those words, he pushed a second finger into her tight cunt, stroking her faster, harder. The heel of his hand still rubbed her clit, with a bit more pressure. It was Liza’s undoing. She came instantly, calling out his name as everything inside her lit up like a Roman candle.
“Oh Jesus!” she added as her body quivered and quaked with the intensity of her orgasm. Jack’s fingers remained inside her, his palm pressed against her, massaging her clit as she squirmed in his arms and tried to pull every ounce of sexual gratification from the few blissful moments that were all-too fleeting.
The release was liberating and beautiful. Yet it ebbed too quickly. She wanted more, but could barely speak to get the words out. Hell, she couldn’t even think straight or breathe properly. Thank God Jack had a tight hold on her because her knees threatened to buckle at any moment. She felt dewy inside and out, the moisture on her skin his doing right along with the dampness inside her.
Her lightweight dress suddenly felt too heavy against her skin. She wanted him to rip it off her body and strip down with her until there was nothing but his bare muscles pressed to her bare curves.
“Jack,” she muttered when her breath returned to her. “Get naked with me.”
He groaned. “I can’t think of anything I’d like better, darlin’,” he said against her neck, teasing the skin with his warm breath. “You could make the Pope’s dick stand up and take notice.”
She grinned. “Isn’t that sacrilegious?”
“Only if I said it in front of the Pope.”
“Oh well, then. Please continue.” Her hand slid between them and covered his hard cock, slowly massaging it behind the denim.
He pulled slightly away from her and stared down at her, his beautiful blue eyes glowing hypnotically. “I want you, sweetheart. Make no mistake.”
“Feeling’s mutual.”
“Goddamn,” he mumbled as his large hand covered hers to stop her from making him even harder. He gave her a strained grin. “Problem is, this is turning all kinds of wicked…and I’m pretty sure you’re not ready for that yet.”
“Are you kidding me?” She posed the question, though a strange tightening in her gut told her she knew exactly what he was getting at. “How much more ready could I possibly get?”
“What I’m saying,” he told her in that strained tone that belied how aroused he was—not that she needed further confirmation, because his thick shaft against her palm said it all, “is that I don’t think you’re this type of girl.”
Liza’s teeth ground together. Damn it, she knew what he meant and it had very little to do with her body’s vehement response to him. No, there was no doubt she was ready for him physically. Christ, he’d lit her up like a bonfire and her body was s