Page 112 of An Unholy Affair
‘Did you miss me?’ he murmured.
‘Ye-es,’ she stammered.
He moved a little closer, his lips ghosting across her skin as he ran his fingers up her bare arms. The kitchen was warm from the Aga, and she was only wearing a patterned dress. Fire surged through his veins as he remembered her fantasy.
‘Did you wear this for me?’ he asked, gently biting into the soft flesh of her neck.
She jumped, nodding as if words had deserted her.
‘Good,’ he said, sucking her skin. His cock throbbed with every beat of his heart.
He found the buttons running down the front of her dress and flicked the top one open.
‘J-Jack,’ she gasped. ‘The window.’
He glanced up. The light was fading, but birds still chattered away around the feeders outside. Although he could still see the small garden enclosed by the thick hedge as it got darker outside, their reflection in the glass was getting clearer. The sight of Eveline in his arms was unbearably erotic.
‘Unless someone comes around the back and sticks their head through the hedge, no-one can see us.’ He kissed her neck again. ‘And I locked the back door.’
‘Oh…’ Eveline was staring at her reflection, her lips parted, her eyes drowsy with desire. Holding her gaze, he cupped her full breasts, rubbing the hardened tips through the cotton of her dress.
She gasped, her head falling back to his shoulder. Jack held her tightly, pressing his cock into the crease of her backside, touching and tweaking her nipples as her breath came faster.
Clasping his left arm around her body, biting and sucking her neck, his right hand lifted the fabric of her dress, his fingertips finding the skin of her thigh.
‘Are you wet for me, Eveline?’
She swallowed, nodding, her spine arching to push her breast into his hand and her bottom into his cock.
His own desire was raging inside him and he fought to keep control, desperate to bury himself inside her tight heat.
His fingers inched up her leg. ‘Shall we see?’ he asked, his voice rough.
She nodded again, and his hand moved higher to the outside of her hip.
‘God! Eveline!’ He gritted his jaw, his forehead falling to her shoulder as he felt the expanse of bare skin. She’d taken her fantasy and run with it. Prim and pretty dress on the outside, but no underwear underneath.
A lightning bolt of need shot through him, earthing itself at the base of his cock. With a growl, he cupped her pussy, his middle finger pushing through her seam into the liquid core.
‘Oh, oh, oh!’ she cried, bucking into his hand.
‘Minx,’ he exhaled through gritted teeth, spreading her slickness over the bud of her clit. ‘Naughty, naughty, minx.’
He could feel her climax building as if it were his own, the swells of pleasure moving through her body as she pushed into his touch.
At the top of each breath, she held it, her body trembling as she chased her orgasm. He pushed his pelvis forward, anchoring her between his cock and his hand. His own release was on a hair trigger, and any more friction would send him over the edge. He wasn’t going to spin this out. Now he knew she could climax; he was going to get her there as fast as he could.
‘Oh, oh, oh…’
‘Are you going to come, Eveline?’ he whispered in her ear.
She nodded, her gasps turning into keening cries.
He bit down on her lobe and lightly pinched her nipple, his fingers thrumming faster over her clit.
She stiffened in his arms with a scream, her body bucking into his hand.
‘Eveline, Eveline, Eveline,’ he groaned, drawing the pleasure out of her in shuddering waves until she sagged in his arms with a sigh.
