He released her and reached for the hem of her tank top. His eyes feasted on her as if she were the Last Supper as he lifted the lacy material up to her ribs. Surprisingly, he deserted his quest the way she’d abandoned hers earlier. Two large hands covered her bare rib cage, his thumbs resting between the valley of her breasts, still concealed by the top.
Liza laughed. “Need me to finish the job?”
“No,” he whispered in a tight voice as his hands began to move higher. “Angling for a better position. Getting the biggest bang for my buck.”
The wicked flash in his eyes made her shudder. As his fingers moved beneath her shirt, he cupped her breasts, pushing the material further up while he palmed her flesh.
His hands were strong and warm. Lightly calloused—just enough to cause a bit of friction as they moved over her tight nipples. Making them even tighter.
The tingling sensation he incited along her pussy lips and clit started out mildly discomforting, like an itch in desperate need of being scratched. But the feeling blossomed into tiny stabs deep in her cunt that made her want to press her thighs together to stave off the pressure that mounted so quickly. His thumbs swept back and forth across her nipples, teasing them. Teasing her.
Liza’s stomach fluttered when he bent his head and flicked his tongue over one hardened peak, as she’d done to him. She gasped at the fire that roared through her. He grinned.
“Turnabout and all that,” he whispered again as he finally removed her shirt and let it pool on top of his.
“Yeah, sure. Fair play,” she mumbled. Then she reached for him at the exact moment he pulled her into his arms. When her skin touched his, their chests pressing together, her nipples rubbing against his rib cage, she let out a low moan. This was bliss.
Her
eyelids fluttered closed as he kissed her again. His moving them backward with two short strides pushed Liza up against the edge of the bed. They worked their way down onto the soft mattress, Jack careful not to fall on top of her. When they were sprawled across the queen-size bed and he was settled between her legs, she amended her earlier thought.
This was bliss.
He broke the kiss and trailed his lips over her jaw, down to her neck. As his mouth pressed to her throat, his tongue teasing her skin, his hands started to roam her body again. Her fingers twisted in his hair as her legs tangled with his, keeping him on top of her, between her parted thighs.
“You smell good,” he whispered as his teeth gently nipped an earlobe. “Like spring. Sweet and simple, yet…vibrant.”
“Nice analogy.”
“Nice body,” he replied with another grin. That sexy-as-hell dimple made her heart skip a beat.
Then he bent his head to her chest and she just about melted into the mattress as his tongue toyed with her sensitive nipple and his hands continued to stroke her tingling flesh. Her back arched of its own accord, pressing her against Jack. His hand slid around to her spine, holding her in place, crushing her to him as his mouth covered her nipple and he sucked it hard.
Another moan fell from Liza’s parted lips and the throbbing deep in her pussy intensified. She ached for him.
“Jack,” she whispered.
His attention shifted to her other breast and she temporarily lost her train of thought. His mouth on her body was heavenly, but she wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside her and she didn’t think she could wait much longer for it.
As though he sensed the urgency welling within her, Jack’s hand moved down her body. He lifted off her slightly as his fingers grazed the front of her pants and then curled around the apex of her legs, pressing into her mound.
“Oh!” She gasped as she nearly jumped out of her skin at the electrifying touch.
He continued to lavish her breasts with soft kisses and teasing flicks as his hand between her legs stroked her labia through the thin material of her pants and thong. The pressure from his fingertips changed from gentle caressing to near-kneading, then back to gentle caressing.
Liza opened her eyes and focused them on the ceiling fan because it felt as if the room were spinning—and she was sober this time! The slow rotation of the blades didn’t help matters. She tried to find something to reel her in because her heart was thumping erratically in her chest and her pulse raced like never before.
Nothing but Jack could hold her attention, though.
When his hand slid behind the waistband of her pants, she tried to prepare herself for his skilled touch. But there was no way she could be ready for the glorious sensations his fingers evoked as they slipped past the edge of her panties, the pads caressing her swollen pussy lips.
Her eyelids fluttered closed and she gripped him tightly, her hands moving to his shoulders, her fingertips pressing into his hard muscles. Jack kissed her breasts as his fingers stroked her. Slowly, but with purpose. And then he kissed her on the mouth—another one of those hot, demanding kisses that conveyed his desire as much as it incited hers. One finger eased into her wet pussy and she ripped her mouth from his.
“Oh God!” She could already feel the tremors start to build deep in her cunt. Jack didn’t let up. His mouth was back on hers as he withdrew his finger and used the juices coating it to lubricate her sensitive clit as he rubbed it, making her writhe beneath him as the sensations intensified. Then he thrust two fingers into her throbbing pussy and stroked her quickly.
Breaking their kiss, he nuzzled her neck, whispering sexy words in her ear that excited her even more. As if that were really possible. For Liza, it was almost humiliating how much she needed him. How turned-on she was. How hot he made her.
“You’re so tight,” he murmured. “And wet. I can’t wait to fuck you.”