“Uh, I wouldn’t so much say ‘not let’.” She frowned. The interest had never been there with Peter. She’d always thought it was her. That there was nothing about her that sparked his sexual creativity. She’d only recently learned of his interest in the male equipment. So…mystery solved. But the rejection and deception was, she suddenly realized, deep-seated and hard to shake.
Jack didn’t seem inclined to let her off the hook this time.
“You can tell me to stop if you’re not enjoying it,” he said as his fingers brushed her inner thigh and then moved upward, sweeping over her wet and swollen lips.
She drew in a deep breath. The way he looked at her was enough to send her over the edge. But when he touched her… She really, truly, seriously wanted to beg him to fuck her.
“Jack,” she whispered his name. The words were on the tip of her tongue. As two of his fingers eased along the insides of her pussy lips, parting them, and his mouth hovered over the highly sensitized flesh, she warred with the panic that rose inside her and the excitement that nearly consumed her.
Liza realized he was waiting for her to acquiesce.
You can tell me to stop if you’re not enjoying it.
As if that would be the case. Everything this man did to her turned Liza inside out. Of course she would enjoy this!
She realized that she actually did want to experience this intimacy with him, to feel his mouth on her, to have him love her this way. The way no other man ever had.
“Jack,” she said again, this time with more certainty. His eyes lifted from her split lips and locked with hers. “Please.” The word came out on a half-moan. There was no mistaking what she wanted.
He grinned at her, then bent his head to her parted legs. When his lips touched hers, she wanted to scream. She was a little scared she would do just that. But she kept herself in check for the most part. As his tongue grazed her swollen clit and then flicked over it, she bucked against him—involuntarily—and pressed a hand to his shoulder.
Jack stared up at her, perhaps mistaking her gesture as a request to stop. So not her intention. She dropped her hands to her sides and gripped fistfuls of the rumpled sheet instead.
“Do whatever you want to me,” she whispered, because she knew she’d love every single second of it. There was already plenty of proof of that.
His fingers massaged her labia as he went back to driving her wild. When his mouth covered her and his lips and tongue toyed will the most sensitive parts of her body, she wondered how on earth she’d lived so long without having experienced such a beautifully sensual act. He was right—it was incredibly intimate. But also amazingly delicious.
Her short pants of air filled the quiet room as her body responded to Jack’s masterful tongue. He kissed her softly, then lapped at her, then flicked his tongue over her clit, again and again, until she was dizzy with desire. Liza released one crumpled wad of material and skimmed her hand over her stomach, down to the top of his head. Her fingers plowed through his dark hair, then along his neck and down to his bunched shoulder. She gripped his rock-hard biceps as he pushed a finger deep into her aching cunt, while still teasing her clit with his skilled tongue. The sensations that rocketed through her body were overwhelming.
Powerful and erotic and addictive.
“This is so incredible,” she said on a ragged breath.
He worked her a little harder, pushing her closer and closer to that precipice that would lead to another core-shaking climax.
She gave up her death grip on his arm and dropped her hand to one parted thigh. He’d spread her legs wide and she lifted her hips off the mattress, wanting more of what he so willingly gave her. She slipped her hand under her backside and it collided with Jack’s. With one hand pleasuring her pussy, he used the other one to grasp hers. Liza held on tight as he drove her to unbelievably wonderful places with his mouth.
“Jack,” she gasped, as the sensations ignited a roaring fire that raged through her body. Her head rolled from side to side as feelings she’d never fully experienced before gripped her, tearing through her body and completely consuming her. “Oh God, yes!” she cried as she came.
Her body trembled and the hand in Jack’s squeezed tighter. She probably could have broken his fingers. She was so grateful he was much stronger than she was. He sucked a little harder on her clit and she cried out again. “Oh!” Her body vibrated from head to toe.
Nothing had ever felt so good.
Yet even as that thought entered her head, Liza knew she was wrong. Having Jack inside her would feel even better. She was desperate to finally experience all of him.
When she was able to speak again, she said, “Fuck me, Jack.”
His head lifted. He still held her hand, which she found incredibly endearing. And comforting. As though he was embarking on this glorious sexual journey with her.
She smiled at him. “Okay, you win,” she said in a husky voice. “You were right. I was wrong. Gloat all you want. After you’ve made me come again.”
The corners of his mouth tilted. “I could do that all day.”
“Gloat?”
He gave a slight shake of his head. “Make you come.”
She finally wrenched her hand free of his and gripped his biceps once more. Tugging on him, she urged him to move up her body. He dropped kisses on her flushed skin as he eased, oh-so-slowly, into place where she wanted him. Stopping along the way, his mouth pressed to the hard center of her breast and he toyed with the nipple, curling his tongue around it and then flicking it. His body lowered until it covered hers.