Naturally Naughty - Leslie Kelly [66]
“Please do,” she said with a tiny whimper.
He did, cupping, squeezing lightly. He caught her nipples between fingers on each hand, tweaking them, making sparks shoot from there straight down to her crotch. Her legs shook as heat and moisture flooded her shorts.
“Yes, you are,” he finally said. Thankfully he didn’t pull his hands away.
“So, Kate, let’s recap. You wear seductive lingerie for your own pleasure. You carry a vibrator in your purse and use a battery-powered tongue whenever you want an orgasm.”
She nodded mindlessly, agreeing, anything as long as he continued the stroking of her breasts.
“There’s one thing you haven’t mentioned. Something I know you like.”
She instantly knew what he meant and whimpered.
“Penetration,” he continued, dragging out the word as if it were a caress. “Deep, hard, erotic penetration.”
“Yes.” She arched her back, offering more of herself, her fingers itching to grab the bottom hem of her shirt and lift it so she could get even more of his intimate attention.
His hands moved away, caressing her waist, her back, her hip. “Can you get that from your toys or playthings?” he asked, as if he didn’t know she was about to crawl out of her own skin out of sheer, undiluted need.
“No.” Aroused to the point of pain, she shifted, pushing her pelvis toward his and grinding against the huge erection she could easily feel against her body. The moisture between her legs doubled, the electric awareness thrumming through her body quadrupled. Not questioning the impulse, knowing she had to touch him or die, she slipped her hand between their bodies to cup him through his jeans. “Nothing compares to this.”
He hissed as her fingers tightened around him.
He suddenly got serious, obviously realizing she wasn’t playing sexy games anymore. “You’re sure?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Here?”
“Uh-huh. But there’s no table,” she said as she continued to caress him.
“Floor’ll do,” he muttered before catching her mouth in a wet, carnal kiss. She melted against him, rapidly refamiliarizing herself with the taste of his mouth, the sweetness of his tongue. The feel of his long, hard body pressed against hers.
One hand slipped from her breast down to the waistband of her shorts. He tugged it free, stroking her belly, her waist, then higher until his fingers were inches from her nipples. No cloth barrier this time, she knew it wouldn’t take much and she’d be coming right then and there.
That would be lovely. But this time she didn’t want to be the only one completely out of control, brought to ever higher peaks of ecstasy by Jack.
She wanted to be the one turning him into a raging, living, breathing hormone.
“I love kissing you,” she said with a whimper when their lips parted. “I want to kiss you everywhere.”
His eyes widened in understanding as she dropped to her knees in front of him. “Kate…”
“Hush.”
Her hand trembled as she unbuttoned, then unzipped, his jeans. He wore white boxer briefs, which did little to hold back his erect penis. Her mouth watered, then went dry as she savored that long moment of anticipation that probably lasted no longer than a few erratic beats of her heart.
Finally, once again, she would see him. Touch him. Taste him. Working the briefs down, she held her breath, watching as his hard-on was revealed. She moaned at the sight, remembering how it had given her such pleasure their first time. Knowing he’d give her more pleasure tonight.
But not yet. Not until he was completely out of control.
Jack didn’t want her to proceed. He’d been walking around in a state of arousal for weeks, and as she leaned closer to his cock, her lips brushing the sensitive skin at its tip, he nearly lost it. “Kate…” he said with a moan as her tongue flicked out, just a touch, a tiny caress to taste the moisture there.
“Remember what you said that day on the stage, Jack? Well, fair’s fair. I like taste, too.”
Then she moved her lips over him and took him into her mouth. “Ah, Kate.” He moaned, dropping his head back. He clenched his fists,