Recipe for Satisfacton(27)

The sight of Sterling on her knees, the sight of her hand gripping his cock, her mouth only inches from his length, had his heart pounding against his ribs and his blood simmering. He was ready to erupt at the simple touch of her tongue. She leaned forward and licked, a slow glide from the base, and when she reached the tip she made a noise. A sweet, sexy, mumbled little noise that caused him to swell. She repeated her action, slow, then fast, winding her tongue around the tip. Christ she was good at this.

Finally, the warmth of her mouth took in his entire length. She rested for a moment, then swallowed, the back of her throat tickling his tip. His thighs clenched and his hips jerked forward. He needed to feel that warmth, needed to know she was taking him in as much as she could. She allowed him to stay buried in her mouth as she breathed through her nostrils, the tiny wisps of air tickling his pelvis.

She finally pulled back, slowly, her tongue gliding along the underside of his shaft. And just when he thought she was done, she thrust her mouth down hard to the base, her hand squeezing his balls in a steady rhythm.

Her mouth felt too good. Just as he’d imagined based on their too-brief first night together. But this wasn’t what he wanted right now. This wasn’t what he needed.

He wanted to feel the squeeze of her core, the contraction around him as he brought her to orgasm. He stepped back, his cock slipping out of her mouth with a pop. She licked her lips. They were plump and red, desire heavy in her eyes.

“This isn’t what I want.” He dragged her up by her shoulders. Her face changed, desire slipping away, replaced by anxiousness.

He glanced down to the purple shoes she’d dropped to the floor. “You’re going to put those shoes back on, because I’m going to make love to you now.”

Trying to turn away from him and face the shelves, she trembled, but his hold on her hair prevented her from moving.

He took a moment. He needed a damn moment. Watching this woman let go, the tremble he set off in her body, was powerful. And his need for her was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. This encounter took on a dreamlike quality. Everything around him was hazy. The only thing in focus was Sterling and her soft body, ready and willing to give over to him. And he was going to take it.

“Jack?” She eyed him with confusion. He released her hair and backed away, giving her space to comply with his demand. She placed the shoes on her feet.

He made his move. His lips brushed against hers, soft, plump, perfect for grabbing between his teeth. He loved her full lips. Their breaths mingled, and he reached to cup the back of her neck. He tangled his fist in her hair, the long, dark strands wrapping around his fingers like silk.

Their lips pressed together. At first lightly. But when he pressed their bodies closer, tighter, she melted into him, her hips jutting forward, bracing herself against him. He rolled his tongue over her lips and she opened for him.

His left hand held her hair at the nape of her neck. His other hand gripped her hip, then traveled lower to cup her tight, perfect bottom. He deepened the kiss, and before he knew it he was devouring her, inhaling the scent of her, the feel of her.

But it wasn’t enough. Releasing his grip, he stepped back and undressed her, beginning with the first button of her blouse, working his way down until it hung wide open, her white lacy bra a welcome sight. When his finger caressed the line of the fabric, her breath caught.

Her chest rose and fell heavily under his touch and when he raised his eyes to meet hers, he knew she was lost in the moment. She had surrendered to pleasure.

She grabbed the sides of her blouse and ripped it off, letting it fall to the floor. Unable to stand it, he grabbed the top of the bra cups and yanked it down, her wonderful breasts spilling out over the top. He squeezed and kneaded, then his mouth closed over one of her stiff peaks. He tugged with his teeth, and she arched into him.

She grabbed the back of his head, pushing his mouth against her body before her hands traveled down, along his spine. Jack straightened as she slid along his skin to his ass. She squeezed. He ached to be inside her. She moaned when he pressed his erection into her stomach.

He slowed the kiss, his breath ragged, his heart pounding. God he’d missed this, the intensity that came with being intimate with a woman. But he’d never been intimate, not really. It’d always been sex. Just sex. Although this, this feeling in the pit of his stomach, was unexpected. She opened her eyes, slowly, focusing on him through heavy lids. Her cheeks flushed pink, her pouty lips swollen from his kisses. She was ready for him.

He was done with seduction. He was ready for the main event. “I need to be inside you.”

Relief took over her face. She leaned forward and captured his lips, her hands cupping his jaw, kissing with intense ferocity. She ripped her mouth away from his. “I need you, too.”