“Oh God, yes.” She was ready for him. In every sense of the word this time.
“Soon.”
“Now.”
“I want you to come.” His pace quickened between her legs, his fingers massaging her cunt, the heel of his hand rubbing her clit.
Liza’s fingers wrapped around his biceps and she held him tightly, knowing she was close to another beautiful release.
“Come all over my fingers, darlin’,” he said as he worked her faster, finger-fucking her into a wicked frenzy of delicious sensations.
“Jack,” she moaned. She was so close!
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he half-begged, as though needing her to climax so he could replace the fingers in her cunt with his cock.
The thought of him inside her and the way he urged her to let go was totally her undoing. She felt the collision of erotic sensations deep within her, with no control over them whatsoever.
“Oh Christ.” She moaned. Then a heartbeat later she said, “Jack!” She cried out his name as she came. Her body shuddered beneath him and little bursts of golden light flashed behind the eyelids that were squeezed tight as she clung to every glorious second of the powerful orgasm.
Breathing had become a difficult thing for Liza since she’d met this devilish man, and it didn’t seem to get any easier as time passed. In fact, the ragged breaths that filled the quiet room were a little embarrassing. But she realized she wasn’t the only one capable of scaring the birds away with the heavy pants of air. Although in truth, it was likely her scream that had done the trick. She opened her eyes and found Jack staring down at her, his jaw clenched, his own eyes at half-mast.
He hadn’t withdrawn his fingers from her pussy and the heel of his hand still pressed against her clit. She could still feel the quivering inside her and knew it wouldn’t take much to make her come again.
Something told her Jack knew this too, because his head dipped and his lips brushed hers as his fingers pushed deeper into her now dripping cunt.
Liza’s own fingers threaded through his hair again. His warm breath caressed her cheek, his hot skin searing hers. She knew what he wanted. To make her scream like that again. He wanted to make her come again and Liza adored him for it.
“You’re incredibly beautiful,” he whispered as the heel of his hand rubbed the swollen bud between her legs, sliding up and down in a slow rhythm as his fingers stroked her inner walls. “I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since you walked through my door.”
Liza sighed. “How is it that you’re not taken?”
“I’m a sinner, darlin’.”
“Mm, thank God for that.”
He laughed. “I’m not one for settling.”
Settling or settling down? She suspected this was something she’d have to take into consideration at some point if she decided she wanted more from Jack than a good time. Currently, though, she had no desire to delve into such a heavy topic while Jack was delving into her. And stirring up all those wondrous sensations again.
As though sensing her desire not to spoil the intoxicating moment, he shifted on the bed. Withdrawing the wicked appendages from her cunt caused Liza’s brow to jerk upward.
He chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m nowhere near done with you. Just making things easier.”
With that, he whisked off her pants and then slid her red-lace thong down her legs, eyeing her like a sailor who’d been out to sea too long. His baby blues were glued to her as he bared every inch of her. She was glad she hadn’t fussed with shoes and socks this morning. Less clothing for him to remove.
As he began to settle himself between her legs again, Liza cleared her throat. Rather loudly.
The Devil shot her a curious look.
“Fair play and all that,” she reminded him with what was surely a wicked smile. “One of us can’t be more clothed than the other.”
He shook his head and grinned. “Well, if you insist.”
“Oh I do!”
Jack moved back to his knees, then slipped off the bed. She watched with mounting anticipation as he worked the butto
n fly of his jeans and then pushed the denim over his hips, revealing sexy black boxer briefs that did the most flattering things to his erection.