The kisses went on and on until my mind was unable to focus on anything but Jack’s mouth, his hands, the taste of him. 

When I felt his bed against the back of my legs, it startled me.  He lowered me carefully and followed me down. 

He remained fully dressed and it lent an eroticism to the experience that I didn’t expect. 

Dragging my body deeper onto the bed, he settled in the cradle of my thighs, his cock notched against my clit.  Every nerve in my body roared to life like never before. 

Setting a gentle, rocking motion raked the head across the tiny bundle of nerves and I was so wet for him that I should have been embarrassed. 

Taking one of my hands in his, he kissed my fingers and placed them on his chest.  “Anything, Petra.  I’ll give you anything if you’ll just touch me.” 

Caught up in my own nervous insecurities, I hadn’t noticed how he trembled in my arms.  The skin around his mouth was tight, his eyes a much darker gray. 

“Jack, I’m dying to touch you.”

I pretended my hand didn’t shake as I moved it over the buttons of his shirt until they were all undone.  He lifted away enough so I could pull it from his pants and spread the sides.  His body was lean, sculpted. 

Staring at his torso, I whispered reverently, “Look at you.  It’s like Christmas.” 

The woman I was half an hour earlier would have focused on the fact that I probably weighed more than he did. 

The woman I always wanted to be reveled in sliding my palms over broad shoulders and down a body honed from miles of hiking to photoshoots in the wilds of the world. 

I raked my nail over his nipple and he groaned my name.  I wanted to make him as crazy as he made me.  To make him feel as out of control as I felt. 

As skilled as I am in many areas of my life, I never had much practice in the bedroom.  Men used my body while they pretended not to judge it and I let them do it while I pretended they fulfilled me. 

Jack’s eyes stayed on mine and I couldn’t look away as my fingers grasped the buckle of his belt and separated it. 

The sound echoed through the silence of the room and I pulled my lower lip between my teeth. 

His eyes tracked to my mouth.  “They’re like lush satin pillows.  I’ll never tire of feeling them all over me.” 

The implication made my hips rock into him and he met the movement with a stronger thrust of his own. 

Lifting my head, I placed a kiss in the center of his chest.  He raked his palm along my neck to gather my hair and spread it above me. 

I took his small nipple between my lips and his palm held the back of my head.  I worried it with my teeth before kissing and licking it better then moved to the other. 

Jack’s fingers tightened in my hair and pulled me away.  He said roughly, “I need to feel everything.” 

Then he was gone and cool air washed across my overheated skin.  Up on my elbows, I stared at him as he shed the remaining clothes from his body. 

As he skimmed his boxers from his legs and straightened, I took in what I was working with before meeting his eyes. 

I winked.  “So.  You weren’t lying.” 

The warmth of his chest against my shoulder, the throb of his cock against my hip, wiped out any ability I had to be shy as his eyes roamed over me. 

The tip of his finger traced the outline of my panties.  “These are so fucking sexy.”  His fingers trailed over my upper thigh and under the strap of my garter.  Chills shook me. 

“How sensitive you are to my touch.  How I love touching you.” 

The way he phrased the words caused my heart to stumble.  I knew not to invest any hope for my future in them. 

“The dress was admittedly hideous.  Your underthings and these shoes more than compensated.”

I managed a shrug.  “I enjoy retro lingerie and the heels are positively magical.  My own things made it a bit easier when I was getting dressed this morning.” 

There was no warning.

Jack was over me, on top of me, one of my dark pink nipples between his lips while his fingers played with the other one. 

I may have screamed his name. 

I don’t know.  I do know I’d never felt anyone suck me so hard or deep before and I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.  It triggered a drawing sensation in my womb and my clit throbbed in urgent desperation. 

Without realizing I’d moved my hands, I found my fingers buried in his thick, blonde hair. 

Releasing my nipple with a pop, he moved to the opposite breast.  The cool air further stimulated the damp tip. 

“Oh god, Jack.” 

He greedily suckled and pulled away long enough to say, “Just Jack is fine.  I don’t want to replace your preferred deity in your heart of hearts.” 

I would’ve laughed but he returned to the task at hand. 

He used his tongue and teeth to play with the taut peak inside the wet warmth of his mouth.  Back and forth, he plumped, sucked, nibbled, and massaged my breasts. 

Most men might love tits but most men didn’t give them the kind of attention Jack delivered. 

My hips had a mind of their own.  They worked against his hard length to get pressure where I needed it most and he didn’t disappoint.  He maintained the pressure as he worshipped my breasts.

He was a multi-tasking motherfucker.

It was when Jack started moving, rubbing the head over the exact right place that I went staggering over the edge of an orgasm I had no idea was so close. 

Hell, who knew it was possible at this stage of the game?  Not me.  Usually, it was difficult for a lover to make me come. 

More often than not, I ended up handling things myself.

Jack rested his face between my breasts as if he was listening to my heart.  “You gorgeous creature.” 

He rocked against me as I rode the climax and when my body started to settle, he moved to my side and stared at my face as his palm drifted over my torso and beneath my panties. 

“Bare and wet.  You’ll be the death of me, woman.” 

“I’m up by one.” 

He grinned.  “I fully intend for you to kick my ass in scoring.”  My eyes widened.  “Now that we’ve humped like teenagers, it’s time to get serious, Petra.” 

Then he moved down the bed, leaving kisses on my skin as he went.  I tensed and started to close my thighs but he moved his body in the way to prevent it. 

Settling his shoulders between my legs, he maintained eye contact as he planted kisses on my mound through the diaphanous silk. 

Going up on my elbows, I watched his hand pet my inner thigh before moving the material aside.  He dragged his tongue through my folds. 

Releasing a growl that didn’t seem human, he ripped one side of my panties to see all of me. 

I thought he murmured thickly, “I’ll replace them.”  I couldn’t be sure because he started to feast on me. 

Never had oral sex been like this. 

Shaking uncontrollably, I tried to breathe as he licked and sucked my lips.  One of his hands slipped under my thigh and around to hold my folds open for his attention. 

The other disappeared from my line of sight.  Moments later, two fingers entered me carefully. 

“Jesus, Petra.  Tight and hot.  My cock throbs for you.” 

The words made me whimper but I was too incoherent to respond.  I didn’t want to miss a single moment as he exposed every weak, begging part of me. 

Unable to hold myself up, I dropped to the bed and raked my fingers through his hair.  He worked his wicked tongue on my body until I worried I’d fly apart.

His name was a rambling chant in the quiet room. 

I thought I would die from the need to come but he didn’t stop swirling around my tortured clit while he increased the speed of his fingers inside me. 

Then he moved his body down, slid his hands under my hips, and lifted me to his mouth.  My eyes opened and met his gray ones over the glistening skin of my mound at the same moment I felt his tongue push inside. 

I could feel how hot I was, how wet, as he stroked.  My body clenched around the intrusion, trying to keep him with me. 

The sounds I made reminded me of an animal but I couldn’t make them stop. 

Easing away, he planted open-mouthed kisses at the entrance before slipping his fingers deep again.  He watched them move in and out as if he was in a trance. 

“Right there.  That’s where my dick wants to be.” 

“Now, Jack…please.” 

He looked up at me with a shake of his head.  His mouth and chin were glazed with my fluids.  He kissed my inner thigh while maintaining eye contact and I couldn’t stop shaking. 

“After you come on my face, Petra.  I need more of you.” 

He pressed his fingers deep and turned them, stroking the place right behind my clit.  Bending, he pushed at the underside of my clit with his tongue. 

The words, the touches, the suckling all combined to shove me into the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced with another person. 

Moaning, he lapped at me and continued to stroke as the pleasure stole my breath. 

“All of you.  Mm…”  I could feel his tongue licking around his fingers thrusting in me and it was like filming a porn while watching a porn at the same time.  “You taste divine.  I knew you would.  I could get addicted to your pretty pussy.”

The climax lasted longer than felt rational or possible and when my body settled, he thoroughly cleaned me of my release. 

His body flexed impressively as he crawled up the bed.  He whispered, “I’m not wasting a drop.  Taste.”