His hands moved to the bottom of my sweater, lifting it over my head with reverent care. My leggings and the layers we’d needed for the October chill followed, leaving me in nothing but the burgundy lingerie I’d bought with this night in mind. Jack stepped back, his gaze traveling over me with such heated appreciation that I felt beautiful in a way I never had before.
“You’re exquisite,” he murmured. There was a note in his voice that left no room for doubt.
For once, I didn’t feel the need to deflect the compliment, to shrink myself or make a self-deprecating joke. According toJack, I was perfect exactly as I was. Hot, exactly as I was. The knowledge was almost overwhelming.
I reached for him again. “Your turn.”
He let me undress him slowly, my fingers tracing each newly revealed inch of skin. I took my time with his belt, the button of his trousers, the zipper, savoring his sharp intake of breath when my knuckles brushed against his hardness. When we were both down to our underwear, he guided me back onto the bed, positioning me against the pillows before covering my body with his.
The weight of him was delicious, the heat of his skin against mine sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. His mouth found mine again, the kiss deeper now, more urgent despite his determination to take things slow. His hand slid up my side, thumb grazing the underside of my breast through the lace of my bra.
“Jack,” I breathed, arching into his touch.
He trailed kisses down my throat, across my collarbone, between my breasts. He reached for the clasp of my bra and unhooked it. When he drew the lace away, exposing me fully to his gaze, I didn’t feel an ounce of self-consciousness.
“Perfect,” he whispered against my skin, before taking my nipple into his mouth.
I gasped at the sensation, my hands flying to his hair, holding him closer as his tongue worked its magic. He lavished attention on one breast, then the other, each lick and gentle nip sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. By the time his mouth began its downward journey, I was already trembling with need.
His kisses trailed across my stomach, his hands moving to my hips, fingers hooking into the lace of my panties. He looked up at me, a silent question in his eyes, and I nodded, lifting my hips to help him slide them down my legs.
He settled between my thighs, his hands spreading me wider as he lowered his head. The first touch of his tongue made me cry out, my back arching off the mattress. He chuckled against me, the vibration adding another layer to the sensation as he began to explore me with thorough attention.
“Jack,” I whimpered, my hands fisting in the sheets. “Oh god.”
One of his hands moved to my hip, holding me steady as he continued his relentless assault. His tongue circled my clit before flicking across it in a rhythm that had me seeing stars. When he added his fingers, sliding two inside me while his mouth continued its magic, I nearly flew apart.
“That’s it,” he murmured against me, his voice a rumble I could feel through my entire body. “Let go for me, Mia.”
His fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made my vision blur. His tongue increased its pressure, its pace, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. My orgasm crashed over me in waves, each one more intense than the last, his name falling from my lips in a broken cry as pleasure consumed me completely.
Jack worked me through every aftershock, his touch gentling as the sensitivity became too much. When I finally collapsed back against the pillows, boneless and gasping, he placed one last kiss against my inner thigh before moving up my body.
His expression was a mixture of satisfaction and barely restrained need, his eyes dark with desire. I reached for him, needing to taste his mouth, to show him without words how incredible he’d made me feel. Our kiss was languid, unhurried despite the hardness I could feel pressing against my thigh.
My hand slid down his chest, then lower, wrapping around his hard, impressive cock. “I want you,” I whispered against his lips. “All of you. Bare, just like I promised.”
Jack’s eyes locked with mine, so hot I could have burst into flames. Then he positioned himself between my thighs, the head of his cock sliding through my wetness, teasing my entrance.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
For answer, I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
With one smooth thrust, he filled me completely. Intense pleasure rippled through me, making me shudder.
“Fuck, Mia,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. “You feel incredible.”
“Straight back at you,” I gasped out.
His entire body trembled above me, muscles taut with the effort of restraint. I could feel him pulsing inside me, fighting for control.
“Jack?”
He dragged in air. “Give me a second, or this will be over before it starts.”
I ran my hands soothingly along his back, oddly touched by his struggle. The mighty Jack Sullivan, always so controlled, now completely undone. By me. The power of that realization was intoxicating.
After several deep breaths, he lifted his head to meet my gaze, his eyes dark with barely leashed desire. “Okay. I’m good now.”
