Page 93 of An Unholy Affair
‘You’re very muscley,’ she whispered as she pushed the shirt off his broad shoulders. ‘Do you go to the gym a lot?’
He nodded, his jaw tense, as she ran her fingers across the hard planes of his pecs, then down the ridges of his abdomen. She reached behind him to pull the shirt from the back of his jeans, using the movement as an excuse to rub her nipples against his chest. His skin was so hot, the smattering of hair so soft. She placed a kiss over his heart.
He tugged the shirt completely off and encircled her with his arms, one hand cupping her bottom, the other cradling her head as he brought his lips to hers. She surrendered into his touch, opening her mouth to his tongue, parting her legs slightly to anchor the hard ridge of his cock between them. She gave herself to him, and in return, he overloaded her every cell with pleasure.
Then her feet were off the floor, and she was in his arms. He didn’t break their kiss, and she didn’t open her eyes. She felt the back of the sofa as he lay her down, his left arm cradling her and cupping her breast, his right stroking her abdomen, lower and lower.
She tensed, nerves fighting with desire.
His hand stilled, and he broke their kiss, his breathing almost as unsteady as hers. ‘You okay?’
‘I don’t want to let you down,’ she whispered. ‘I don’t want to be your only failure.’
His face was tight with emotion as he shook his head. ‘You could never let me down.’ He dropped his forehead to hers. ‘Never in a million years did I think I’d meet someone like you, let alone be like this…’ He kissed her cheek. ‘You’re my greatest success and the only outcome I want is your pleasure. Tell me with your words or your body what feels good. That’s all I want. Okay?’
She nodded, her heart full to the brim with love. Then he smiled, and it overflowed. Reaching for his left hand, she guided it back to her breast and tilted her head to bring her lips back to his.
The energy shifted as his tongue slicked into her mouth. She arched off the sofa, pushing her body into his hands. His touch was no longer tentative. He followed her cues, his other hand trailing down her abdomen as she spread her legs to welcome him.
His fingertips brushed her clit, and with his other hand, he tugged her nipple. Electricity arced between the two points, and her hips bucked. She clung to him, eyes squeezed closed as the shocks continued. She’d never been touched so intimately before and with such intention. Sinking into the feelings, she let go of any thought or worry, as Jack circled her centre of her pleasure.
Fire was radiating out from his fingertips, through her lower abdomen. She instinctively squeezed her tummy muscles and tensed her thighs. His touch was assured and relentless, rubbing her nipple and her clit as if they were sparking off each other, preparing to combust. As the pressure built, she couldn’t breathe fast enough and ripped her mouth from his, burying her face in his neck.
Everything within her was drawing up and up and up, building and intensifying like a kettle coming unstoppably to the boil. Above the pounding of her heart, she heard herself calling out—‘Oh, oh, oh…’
Her muscles contracted tighter and tighter until she snapped with a high-pitched cry. An intense wave of indescribable pleasure pulsated through her, knocking out her breath, her vision, her knowledge of where she ended and the rest of the universe began. Wave upon wave of sensation crashed through her, pushed on by his touch. It was too much to comprehend, so she let go, losing herself to the feelings and losing herself to him.
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As the tremors subsided, giddy emotion burst out of Eveline in pure, unrestrained laughter.
‘It worked!’ She gazed at him. ‘Jack! Was that an orgasm?’
He nodded, grinning broadly, and brushed a kiss across her lips. ‘How did it feel?’
She sighed contentedly. ‘Like nothing I could have ever imagined.’
His fingers were still lazily stroking between her legs. ‘Would you like another one?’
She blinked at him. Was it possible? Her body seemed to be humming at a higher frequency, waiting for another nudge to send it into the stratosphere.
‘It’s just…’ Jack began, dropping kisses along the line of her jaw. ‘I’m pretty desperate to taste you.’
Eveline’s thighs instinctively clenched at the thought. It felt so decadently wrong, yet her body was screamingyes!
‘I’ve never experienced that before,’ she admitted. ‘I don’t know if I’ll like it.’
‘Can we try?’ he murmured.
‘And I’m not sure ifyouwill like it.’
Lifting his head, he pinned her with a gaze that stopped her breath. His finger pushed gently inside her and she inhaled sharply, hot flushes rippling through her. He added a second finger, and she clenched around him, magnifying the sensations.
He slowly pumped in and out, each thrust making her gasp. Her inner muscles were tensing, already seeking out another rush like she’d just experienced. It was as if her body now knew what to do and wanted more.
Her hips rocked into his hand, pushing against him each time his fingers pressed deeper. Her heartbeat quickened.Couldshe have another orgasm? Suddenly, he pulled out, and she whimpered with frustration.
‘Jack…’
