Page 94 of An Unholy Affair
His eyes trapped hers, the heat in them making her pause. She watched, her breath coming faster, as he brought his wet fingers to his mouth and sucked them.
She gasped as lust barrelled through her, scattering her thoughts.
He slowly withdrew his fingers, flicking his tongue over the tips. Everything deep inside her clenched.
‘Please?’ he asked.
She nodded, too stunned to speak.
He shifted, moving half off the sofa to kneel on the floor, settling himself between her legs and kissing the inside of her thighs.
Her hand unconsciously came to cover her heart as she stared at him. His hair was mussed up from where she’d been clutching it, and the gold flecks in his irises seemed to be glowing. He was otherworldly beautiful. And about to kiss her where no man had wanted to before…
His fingers parted her curls to open her to him. Holding her gaze, he dragged his tongue up the underside of her clit and flicked it over the top.
It was like being shot by Cupid. She arched off the sofa with a cry, intense pleasure rocketing through her.
Jack’s palms pressed down, holding her in place. Then he did it again.
And again.
And again.
Sensations spun and sparked inside her like a thousand electric shocks. Just as she almost had a handle on it, he increased the speed or the pressure. She struggled to draw air in fast enough, her body trembling. Each time she caught her breath and gazed down at Jack, the sight of his eyes locked with hers sent another pulse of pleasure through her.
He raised his head. ‘Touch your breasts,’ he growled, before his tongue returned to licking her clit.
Shaking, she cupped them. Her muscles were drawing up again, gathering themselves for another climax. It felt like she was running full tilt towards the edge of a precipice.
Holding his gaze, she rubbed her nipples between her fingers and thumbs.
The climax crashed through her with such sudden intensity that her head jerked back and stars flashed against the blackness of her eyelids. The sharp stabs of sensation from her fingers and his tongue were the catalyst for breathtaking waves of pleasure that pounded through her, over and over. It was ecstasy beyond logical thought and comprehension, dissolving the boundaries of her body and mind.
As the feelings slowly ebbed, she pulled at his hair, desperately needing his body on hers.
He seemed to understand, moving up and stroking her hair from her face. ‘Eveline,’ he whispered.
Her heart was still beating double time, her chest heaving as she stared at him. Just like at the bar over a year ago, her soul left her body to dance with his. But now everything was even sweeter and more beautiful because she knew to the depths of her heart that she loved him. Any stress, anxiety or flickers of doubt had left his face. His expression was relaxed and happy, showing her the real Jack that she knew was inside.
He kissed her. ‘Thank you.’
She giggled. ‘I think the thanks should go the other way.’
He shook his head. ‘You’ve given me the greatest gift.’
‘And you’ve given me my first ever orgasms. Honestly, I feel so happy right now, I want to run down Foxbrooke high street naked and tell everyone.’
He laughed. ‘Estelle’s dad would approve.’
‘Very true.’
They stared at each other for a moment, grinning like idiots. Then she raised her hips to press against his. ‘Can we have sex now?’
He hesitated.
‘Please?’
‘Are you sure?’
