Eva, little Eva, all grown up and incredibly, unbelievably sexy.
Why had he tortured himself about whether or not to take her up on her offer? The answer was yes. Hell, yes.
He slid his hands up the sides of her thighs, yanking her barely-there lace panties down so that he could get a look at her perfect, naked ass. Round, firm, and beautiful. He bent low, nipping at the soft flesh. She yelped, her cry turning to a moan as he tugged her soaked panties all the way down to the floor. He fisted his fingers in the fabric—the crotch was so damn wet, Jesus—before tossing it aside.
She was every bit as turned on as he was and it was hot as fucking hell.
Running a finger along the seam of her pussy, he felt her slickness. She was so wet, so eager. Her arousal sent a bolt of lust slamming into him. He slid his finger through all that delicious heat, her gasps and moans landing like music on his ears. She arched her spine, as he made his way to her throbbing clit and rubbed it, creating friction. She tossed her head back toward him, her body trembling. Tracing little circles across her swollen bundle of nerves, he yanked her rear closer to him, letting her feel the outline of his hard-as-steel dick.
“Oh, Jack,” she murmured, her voice a shot of desire into his veins.
Slowly, gently, he slid a finger inside her, making her gasp and bow against him. He propped her upper body up against his chest and bit hard on her ear. She cried out, whether from the bite or the finger fucking, he didn’t know. But he suspected it was both.
“That feels so good,” she moaned.
“So do you. So tight and hot.” It took all his strength to stop himself from taking her right there. “Is this what you wanted?” he growled.
She nodded and let out a muffled whimper. “Yes. Please…”
He laughed softly. “Don’t worry. I’ve no intention of stopping until you’ve come hard. On my hand, on my mouth, on my cock, deep inside you.”
She stilled when he said that, her reaction making him think she was nervous.
Suspicion swept through him.
Could Eva be a little less experienced than he’d thought?
“Have you ever come, Eva?” he asked gently.
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Eva’s cheeks flushed redder in the mirror. She still couldn’t think to speak, but she nodded, hoping Jack wouldn’t ask more. She’d made herself come, thinking of him, at least a dozen times before. Always of him. And now, here he was, doing the things she’d only fantasized about.
Including telling her what to do.
“Put your hands on the mirror.”
She pressed her palms flat against the glass as he began to pump his finger in and out of her, all the while rubbing her clit with his thumb.
“I’d fucking love to be inside you right now,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Would you like that? Tell me you’d like that.”
She nodded, too flushed with feeling to speak actual words. Pleasure, fear, desire…it was all more intense than she’d ever known. This feeling was beyond her expectations, but the idea of him taking her here, right now, seemed like too much. She knew it would hurt the first time, at least a little, but she didn’t want to tell him that she was a virgin. She understood Jack well enough to know that a V Card on the table was the kind of thing that would send him running.
Still, she didn’t want to rush too far too fast.
She was about to say something, just to let him know she was okay with going slow, when he whispered, “All in good time,” and she relaxed.
His mouth was on her neck, now, devouring her skin, his tongue sending waves of electricity coursing through her body. Slowly and steadily, he began to pick up speed with his hand. The driving rhythm made her every nerve quiver with longing. Soon, he had her moaning again, aching, dying for more of him.
All those times she’d pleasured herself, she’d never felt this before. Now, he was pumping his fingers in hard, brutal succession, and she only wanted him to keep going. She bucked against him, meeting his thrusts, wanting more of him inside her. Her reflection there was a stranger—hair falling in her face, eyes full of wanton abandon.
When she finally did speak—a cry wrenched from her chest as she neared the edge—her voice was deep, husky. “Oh, fuck, Jack.”
She pulled in a ragged breath. When had she started dropping the f-bomb?
Still, she liked this new person she was becoming, this girl with her skirt up around her waist, pussy exposed. She loved the way she looked, with Jack standing over her, owning her, every bit of his attention focused on her pleasure. She could hardly believe it, but he was better than the rumors. Now he had two fingers inside her, stretching her, moving harder and faster, his thumb racing over her clit as she rode his hand. She felt the climax building inside, a deep, desperate pull in her legs, in her stomach. It rose higher, tighter until it burst.
She came so hard her vision blurred, biting her tongue to stop from crying out. Shudders wracked her, and pleasure washed over her skin, lapped inside her bones. She blinked, unsure if her feet were still on planet Earth. This was the definition of otherworldly pleasure, utter and complete abandon.