Chapter 5 #2
“Oh, please, Jack, please—”
He gave a low laugh of pleasure, then shifted his weight and moved downward. “Oh, I will. You taste like vanilla ice cream. I’m going to lick every last inch of you but not your pussy. You’ll have to wait.”
Sanity began to fade as he tasted the sensitive curve of her neck, dipped his tongue into her navel, nibbled on her public bone.
Still, he kept her legs splayed and gave her no relief, just his hot breath stirring her swollen flesh as he explored her thighs and ran his tongue close to her aching heat.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, as he kept her bucking hips down in a punishing hold.
She stumbled over the words. “Please lick me.”
He lifted his head. His lip quirked in a sexy smile. “You can do better. Let yourself go and tell me exactly what you want.”
Her verbal and physical constraints burst forward in a flood of erotic need. “Make me come, oh, God, Jack, please.”
“Very nice.”
He took his fingers and held apart her swollen lips. Bent forward. Breathed hard on her engorged folds. Then dipped his head.
His wet tongue surged forward and licked her clit.
She cried out as he used a steady pressure that slowly increased, swirling his tongue around and around as his fingers thrust hard and deep.
The pressure on her clit and the driving force of his fingers drove her mad, and her head thrashed from side to side in an agony of pleasure.
Suddenly, the orgasm ripped through her and she screamed, her hips bucking against his mouth as he kept the pressure on and kept kissing her through the convulsions.
Her body jumped and shook in the aftershock, and then she heard the sound of ripping as he sheathed himself with a condom.
He rose over her like a wild stallion, his erection pulsing between her wet thighs.
Julianna squeezed her eyes shut and waited, but he made no further moves.
She panted in sheer frustration and arched up.
“Ask me.”
Oh, she burned with such shame and hunger, aching for all of him. Her eyes flew open. “Please,” she whispered, not caring any longer.
The tip of his cock teased her entrance. Suddenly, his hands roughly cupped her cheeks, forcing her to meet his gaze. Those eyes shone with hunger. “Say it the way I want.”
Need wracked her body. “Put your cock inside me now,” she urged. “Take me hard.”
With a satisfied murmur, he surged forward and buried himself to the hilt.
Julianna gasped at the tightness and her body struggled to accept him after all the years without a man.
She instinctively tried to push him away, but he soothed her with gentle caresses and waited for her body to release.
Soon, her inner muscles softened, accepting the enormous size of him, and she relaxed, his body pressing her deep into the mattress.
He moved slow at first, getting her body used to the fullness, but Julianna felt the pleasure steadily build again as her body milked him with her juices.
He cursed under his breath, something dirty, and she arched, her feet hooked tightly around his hips.
He slid completely out of her, caressed her sensitive nub, then surged back.
The pace built until Julianna was again at the edge of orgasm, desperate for the relief only his cock could give her.
She urged him for more, but he laughed low and kept teasing her, wringing strangled cries from her lips as she strained for release.
His hands tweaked her hard nipples. His cock drove harder and harder.
He reached between them and pinched the sensitive bud, and then she was coming hard, screaming his name.
He muttered in satisfaction, and she heard a hoarse shout as he joined her.
Sated and exhausted, darkness edged her vision.
He pulled her close, his skin warm and damp.
The earthy scent of sex and man drifted to her nostrils.
Even though she craved his closeness, Julianna pushed against his chest but he ignored her, pinning her against him with one heavy thigh until she was surrounded by blistering heat and hair-roughened skin. The comfort burned through her protests and she surrendered.
She drifted to sleep, his name still lingering on her lips.
* * *
Jack stared at the naked, sleeping woman beside him.
He tamped down on the sense of pure triumph and possession streaking through his testosterone system.
Always logical and able to sort out a situation, he admitted last night had been a mistake.
Erect and uncomfortable, he’d sought a brisk walk along the cliffs to ease the tension.
When he found himself at her window, he turned and saw her on the rocks.
Half-naked, head arched up to the sky, pleasuring herself.
He knew in that moment he had to claim her body, despite his disgust for everything she was.
His primitive instincts roared through him and civilization had no chance at survival.
Jack made a quick decision to sleep with her and wring her out of his system.
Then go on with his search for a real wife.
Julianna grunted in her sleep and smashed her face into the pillow.
Unlike her ladylike tendencies in public, her private fantasies in the bedroom surpassed any of his expectations.
He reached for her multiple times during the night, expecting her to fight him or tire.
Instead, she took everything he gave and begged for more.
Jack looked down at his rock-hard erection with dismay.
His need for her wasn’t going away. Their time together had only increased it.
Jack knew she’d awaken confused and upset by her impulsive decision to take the gardener to bed. If he wanted more, he needed a plan. Something to disarm her defenses.
He still needed to look for his own wife, one who didn’t care about wealth and trappings.
Julianna was a distraction he should walk away from, no matter how much his cock craved her.
Yet, she called to him on a deep, primitive level he couldn’t deny.
He wanted to initiate her into the world of sex and pleasure; to be the man who recognized the fire burning inside and set it free.
Then, he could move on. He was positive she’d eventually bore him, and he’d be in a better place to meet someone who he could truly love and respect.
This was simply sex.
Jack left the bedroom and made his way into the fully stocked kitchen. He noted with amusement the organic whole bean coffee with a fancy espresso machine and got to work. He loved Americans and their joy for toys.
He made the coffee with quick, economical movements and brought in two cups. After his first sip, he grudgingly approved of the machine, since it was the best damn cup of coffee he’d ever had.
Jack watched with amusement as she lifted her head halfway up the pillow as the heady scent hit her senses.
Slowly, one eye opened. She stared at him, perched half naked in the chair beside her bed.
Jack watched the flicker of expressions cross over her face as the events of last night replayed in her mind.
A chuckle strangled his lips when red-hot color flooded her cheeks. She sat up.
“Good morning. I made coffee.”
She didn’t answer, just took in his wardrobe of black briefs and a morning erection. Julianna ducked her head and reached for the cup. “Good morning,” she said, her voice a bit husky from sleep. “Thank you.”
He grinned with delight at her polite tone and wondered if she’d speak so properly if he had his cock deep in her throat. He pushed the thought aside and got to work before her defenses shot back up.
“I know you may be regretting last night. Probably thinking it’ll never happen again, it was a mistake, so on and so forth.”
She didn’t respond but he knew he’d snagged her attention. “So, before we make a mess of our morning, I’d like to offer you a proposal.”
One brow arched. He caught a glimmer of irritation from cocoa-brown eyes, which only made him want to slam her back on the bed and kiss the expression off her face. “What proposal?” she asked.
“You want to marry someone with money.” He put up his hands as she opened her mouth to snap at him.
“I’m not judging, just noting what you told me.
I may not agree, but I certainly understand.
A wanderer isn’t in the cards for your mate.
But if last night was any indication, you need to let off some steam before you explode. ”
He spoke fast. “Who knows what type of husband you’ll decide to settle down with?
This is an opportunity for both of us to satisfy ourselves sexually without any expectations.
I’ll be leaving in a few weeks. We’ll keep our affair a secret, and I’ll only visit you late at night.
You pursue your proper husband, and I’ll finish my work here and move on.
We’ll keep out of the public eye, there’ll be no nasty gossip, and you won’t ruin your reputation. ”
She sipped her coffee and stared at him. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “How do I know you’ll keep a secret?”
He dropped his gaze to her naked breasts, hanging heavy and ripe. Her nipples hardened immediately and stood to attention, practically begging for his mouth. He gave a low, wicked laugh as she yanked up the sheet to cover herself. “Because I want you and it’s an arrangement that suits us both.”
She tossed a heavy tangled mass of chocolate curls over her shoulder and challenged him. “How do you know my cravings aren’t slaked? Maybe I got you out of my system last night. Maybe it’s time for you to leave.”