I’m going to come, and he hasn’t even taken my clothes off, Keely thought helplessly, squirming as he kissed his way down her skin. His fingers flicked over and around her nipples, which were still wet from his mouth. He shoved the hem of her skirt up to her waist to reveal her flat stomach and the dainty belly button pink pearl piercing.
He saw it and she could feel his mouth curve into a smile against her skin.
“Do you like my pearl?” she whispered. “Mm-hmm. Both of them.”
“Both of them?”
“This one…” he kissed her belly button, “…and this one,” he shoved aside the crotch of her thong, slid his tongue down the cleft of her pussy, and found her clitoris.
Her moan of shock and delight filled the room as his fingers moved slickly around her pussy lips, over and around his working tongue to heighten her excitement. She could hardly breathe and panted just to keep from crying out when he bored his tongue deep inside her wet pleasure sheath.
He spread her thighs even wider, tongue thrusting deep and then pulling out to flick his tongue across her clit.
His moves were so bold and stunning, she knew she couldn’t take much more without crashing. “Stop, Jack, please,” she pleaded, even as her body burned for him to take her all the way.
He rose and lay alongside her. “Don’t you want to come?” he asked gently, watching as she caught
her breath.
She nodded. “With you,” and thought she’d die when he caressed her cheek with his forefinger. She could smell her musk on his fingers and wanted, no, needed to smell and taste him, too.
“We have all night, Lei.”
“Then I’d better take matters into my own hands,” she said, and prodded a pillow under his head. She reversed their roles and, with a smug grin, took control.
She stood up and let her dress fall at her feet, blushing when he let out a wolf whistle. She kicked the dress off to the side and nearly tripped in her nervousness.
“Easy…”
“Sorry! I don’t make it a habit of stripping in front of men.”
“I can tell. I like it.” He clasped his hands behind his head. A thoughtful gleam brightened his blue eyes.
Keely gazed down at him, sprawled on the carpet, his hard shaft parachuting his pants. He looked like a feast, with his golden-tanned skin and bulging chest muscles.
She dropped to her knees and leaned over to kiss him, her hair falling around them like a satin cloak. He made kissing feel like hot, sensual fucking, only with their mouths, lips, and tongues—rubbing, touching and teasing. When he squeezed her naked breasts, his fingers pinching at her nipples, sexy little bolts of lightning charged right to her pulsing clit.
Her fingers undid the button on his pants. She pulled down his zipper and sighed as her fingers made contact and closed over the large roll of his silky-skinned cock.
“It feels so…big. I want to see it!” she pleaded against Jack’s mouth. She freed him from his pants.
She ran lazy fingers over the length of his penis, admiring him shamelessly—all that golden skin and the engorged head of his perfect cock. If one night was all she’d ever have of Jack Sloane, she would take all she could get.
Jack struggled for air as Lei kissed him deeply and caressed his stone-stiff cock with her fingers, scraping the sensitive area an inch beneath his balls with her fingernails. The sensual strokes made him groan.
Then something ultra soft took the place of her fingers. She rubbed the rose along his cock, around his testicles, and down just beneath his sacs where she’d lightly scraped with her fingernails earlier.
His deep, pleasured “mmm” filled the room, and Lei’s lips moved down his body as her fingers manipulated that plump, fragrant rose around his balls, his thighs.
When her mouth closed over the tip of his cock, a powerful growl rumbled from his chest.
The hand he stroked her hair with twined and clenched into the strands as she suckled and licked his shaft, her head moving up and down as she took his length deep into her mouth until he could feel the tight tension of her throat, tongue, and cheeks working to pleasure him.
“You are so-o-o good, baby,” he murmured, and gritted his teeth, mentally pushing back the urge to pull her up, spread her open, and plunge his tongue into her pussy.
She continued to suckle him with her mouth. She squeezed and jiggled his balls, then licked them. “Mmm…just like that…” Jack said softly, just before her lips crowned his cock, glistening with his pre- cum and the saliva from her mouth.
“Enough,” he said, and drew her up to him. “Don’t you want to…?”
“Hell yes, but I thought we’d have a sample of dessert,” he said, and turned her on her back, leaning over to retrieve a cherry.
Jack enjoyed the way her eyes went wide and her lips curled into a saucy little smile. Still clutching the rose, she twirled it beneath her nose, her gaze teasing.
“Whatcha doing with that?” she asked, and watched as he bit into it.
“Just melting the chocolate,” he said, and placed the cherry on her tummy, below her belly button pearl, juicy side down.
He cupped her breast in his large hand, squeezing the orb and rubbing her nipple against his lips, kissing and suckling. With his other hand, he moved the half-eaten cherry down between her thighs, then cupped it over her little sex bud, pressing the fruit over her pink flesh, flavoring her by moving the fruit softly over the engorged tip.
She panted, breathless—Jack knew—with sensation.
His cock ached to be buried deep inside her pussy, creaming and ready for him, and for his tongue to fill her mouth. With his thumb, he lightly massaged her clitoris before thrusting his forefinger into her lush, wet opening.
“I want you, Jack. Now!”