Naturally Naughty - Leslie Kelly [24]
“Have I told you yet that I’m a visual man?” he asked as he moved lower to kiss her. “I love looking at these.” Then he lifted her nipple to his lips and flicked his tongue over it with exquisite precision. “And feeling them.”
“Thank heaven.” She clutched his hair in her hands and pulled him closer, silently ordering him to stop fooling around and to get to some serious action. He complied, sucking her nipple deeply into his mouth as he caught the other between his fingers.
She had her second orgasm of the day a minute later. It made the first one in her old bedroom pale in comparison.
“I see we’re well matched. You’re very sensitive here, aren’t you?” he asked, continuing his sensual assault on her chest. The pleasure began to build again, before she’d come down from her orgasmic high. “But we still haven’t found the spot you touched yet, have we?” He reached around to unzip her skirt.
Okay. This was good. Her nipples still tingled, but now other parts—lower parts—were ready for some action. She almost purred as he followed the path of skin exposed by the zipper, trailing his fingers down her tailbone until he slipped a hand under her panties to cup her bottom.
“Are you going to show me, Kate, where you touched?”
She nodded wordlessly, wondering how he’d stolen all thought, all will. He eased the skirt down, waiting for her to lift up so he could pull it all the way off and toss it to the floor. Then he stepped back and merely looked at her, clad only in panties, thigh-highs and strappy sandals. He looked his fill. “I’m suddenly starting to hear strains of the Hallelujah Chorus myself. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
Kate twisted and shifted restlessly, loving the way he ate her up with his eyes. Then she reached for the belt of his trousers. “Well, angel, you’re not going to get your wings, until you ring my bell.”
Chuckling, he pushed her hands away, undid his trousers and pushed them down. Kate bit her lip, watching through a curtain of her own hair as he pushed off his boxer briefs. When she saw his thick, erect penis spring free of them, she moaned out loud.
Vibrating fingertips just can’t compare.
She found her voice. “My purse. In my purse…”
He understood what she meant. He grabbed it, handing it to her while he shucked off the remainder of his clothes. Kate dug inside, grabbing one of the small foil packets in the bottom of the bag. She saw his curious expression. “Freebies from my shop. Some stores give away matchbooks. We give away condoms.”
He looked as though he wanted to question her, but she wouldn’t have that. Ripping open the condom with her teeth, she reached for his penis to put it on, but had to pause, to feel the pulsing heat in her hands, to test the moisture at its tip with her fingers. It’s definitely been too long.
But what a yummy way to get back in the saddle.
“Let me,” he insisted, his voice thick and nearly out of control with need.
She did, turning her attention to her now-in-the-way panties. Pushing them off, she watched as he groaned at the sight of her. Glistening. Open and ready.
“Kate?”
“Yes?”
“Remember the discussion we had about the senses?”
Remember? She could barely remember her own name.
“I don’t think I told you…I’m a visual man. But taste really is my favorite.”
She only understood what he meant when he bent down and licked at her glistening curls.
Welcome her third orgasm of the day.
Before she’d even recovered from it, he stood, took her by the thighs and pulled her to the edge of the table. “Now?”
“Now,” she cried, still heaving from the feel of his tongue inside her. “And, Jack? Don’t even think about being gentle.”
She had one moment to suck in a deep breath before he plunged into her. No hesitation. No sweet, thoughtful insertion.
Thank heaven.
He was giving her exactly what she wanted. She was being well and truly…
“Faster?” he asked when she jerked her hips harder and tugged him down for another wet kiss.
She couldn’t talk, just nodded, delighting in the fullness, in