When he had pulled them to her thighs, though, he stopped. Something was troubling him.
Something very important involving Eva and panties…
* * *
“I love garters, but this won’t do,” he said in a soft voice.
She looked down and everything became clear. He wanted to take down her panties, but they were underneath the garter, attached to the black stockings. She blushed and fumbled at the clips. “I could—”
He put a hand over hers. “No. Keep them on. But from now on, no panties. Understood? They’ll only get in our way.”
“But I...”
“It’s possible that I’m just very good at hiding it. But trust me. You’ll make me crazy, just looking at you, knowing you have nothing on underneath your clothes because I told you to wear nothing. It’ll be our secret.” He nodded toward her thighs. “May I?”
She nodded, almost embarrassed to be so agreeable, but powerless nonetheless. He reached between her legs and pulled hard with both hands. She heard the tearing of the fabric, and a strong tug against her thighs, and then her panties were gone.
She gasped and suddenly felt flushed and dizzy with desire. She needed his hands on her, now. She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding onto him for support.
He tossed her ruined g-string to the side, gazing hungrily at her bare sex. Then, without warning, he leaned over and flicked his tongue over the seam of her pussy. Eva shuddered, feeling her knees go weak as she felt his warm breath on her. How could one simple touch of his tongue feel so intense?
“Oh,” she murmured, buckling forward.
He caught her in his arms, then easily lifted her to the king bed.
When he laid her down on the smooth white sheets, her breath sped, nerves rearing their ugly head as he knelt between her legs and dragged has hands down the silken fabric of her stockings. She was only wearing the garter, stockings, and heels, and he was still fully dressed.
She blushed at the inequity, her voice raspy and urgent as she asked, “What are you doing?”
“Have you ever had a man lick your cunt, Eva?” he asked, gazing at it.
She knew what was coming, and she wanted it. Oh, God, how she wanted it. But if that little nip of her pussy was any indication, she knew it wouldn’t take much more to lose control, to go completely wild. “No, but I don’t know if—”
“Quiet,” he commanded, spreading her legs. “You’ve been a good student. Now you may accept your reward.”
Chapter 9
She could barely think of anything at that moment, but Eva knew one thing.
Jack Bennett was definitely the man for this job.
At first she’d been frightened, but within seconds, pleasure overtook the fear. He slipped his hands under her ass, pulling her to the edge of the bed so that she could feel his warm breath on her skin. Even that small, nearly imperceptible touch made her tense. When he kissed her between her legs, just a gentle nibble on her upper thigh, she tossed her head back, feeling at first ticklish, but then quickly desperate for more.
She took a breath, trying to remind herself where she was and who she was with so that she wouldn’t completely lose control in front of him. But when his tongue flicked out and touched her folds, she knew that wouldn’t be possible. She clenched the sheets on either side of her and moaned as he drew her clit into his mouth.
Being with Rick had never felt like this. He had acted like it was a chore, like she should be grateful. He’d only kissed her there a couple of times, and never long enough for her to come. She’d always been too self-conscious, and happy when he was done.
But now, she wanted to stay like this, with Jack Bennett between her legs, forever.
What had he told her? Do everything slowly. But she couldn’t slow down now, not as he stroked her masterfully with his tongue. The heat inside her was building at a breakneck pace, making her feel sexy and powerful. How had Jack managed to put her so at ease?
He kissed deeper now, his tongue gliding across her wetness, up and down, then centering on her clit, where she longed for him. She ached exquisitely, and he knew how to satisfy this desperate need inside her. He flicked his tongue, slow and deliberate, making her hips shoot up.
Oh God, she needed more. More of him on the center of her pleasure. She rocked into him, and he stroked faster now, lavishing attention on her clit, driving her into a fevered frenzy.
“Right there, oh yes, please yes,” she murmured, though she couldn’t be sure if she’d said it out loud. He didn’t need directions anyway. He’d likely done this thousands of times. She knew Jack wouldn’t back down from this challenge, but she was surprised at how willingly he’d set to work, how much he appeared to be enjoying it.
Is this the way it’s supposed to be? she wondered, arching her back, tilting her ass toward him, allowing him to bury his face deep within her as he sucked hard on her clit and the storm inside her intensified. So hot and wild and wonderful?