her head as he broke from her lips, pulling back to reach for her hands. She lifted her head and locked her lips to his, her tongue pushing into his mouth. She tightened her grip, pulling him closer as she dueled with his tongue. Hesitant, she sucked on it and felt the bolt of pure lust rip through her when she gained entry to his mouth.
Her tongue traced over his teeth, his inner cheeks, as she explored shamelessly. His taste went straight to her head. The faint hint of his drink lingered. Lust stirred and scalded her senses when he tangled his fingers in her hair. She moaned when he put her hands on the headboard. The carved wood bit into her palms as the bed rocked when he rose. She listened to the soft pad of his feet on carpet, anticipation building. She flexed her fingers, the faint need to move them pressing at her. Nerves like butterflies danced through her as she listened to the sounds of movement in the room. Her racing heart echoed in her ears with each passing minute. The suspense building, she swallowed against the growing tide of emotions, the least of which was fear.
A whimper escaped when beneath her ass the bed sank with his weight. Her grip eased, her hands reaching for him, instinct and lust warring. Rough, sexy, his chuckle skirted across her flesh before he caught her hands and guided them back where he’d placed them. “Uh-uh, keep them there, Gilli.”
Jack pressed a quick kiss to her wrists, his fingers dancing down her arms. Shivering with each slow caress, Gillian opened her mouth to protest, to beg, anything to cease the faint ticklish movement of his fingertips. His mouth crashed onto hers, tongue darting in to duel with hers. Again and again she kissed him, pushing aside the niggling doubts, content to simply enjoy the moment.
A shudder raced over her when his teeth scraped along her jaw, nipping at the skin. His tongue swirled around her ear, licking at the flesh beneath it. Heat built, flowing like molten lava through her body to pool between the throbbing petals of her vagina.
She gasped when he leaned to the side, her body humming with need. Her breath caught at the slow glide of satin across her pebbled nipples. Shivers of pleasure coursed over her with the leisure slide of cool fabric against her flesh. Softer than a touch, it crept across her nipples, teasing them until they were hard enough to ache. The steady brush of whatever he held drew spikes of arousal, darting like arrows straight to her groin. She squeezed her legs together to stop the throbbing in her clit. She arched her hips, her feet digging into the mattress as her hands came down to catch whatever he was using.
Whining in protest, she blinked and tried to focus on him, on what he was doing, but everything remained blurry. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood and groaned at the tender but firm grip on her wrists as he forced her hands back over her head.
“Nuh-uh, Gilli,” he breathed into her ear. His tongue darted out to swirl around the shell. “I told you to keep them there. Do it again and I’ll tie them in place.”
Gillian shuddered, her fingers flexing. Surprise warred with arousal at his words. She could feel her body responding, the ache between her legs growing steadily. The pulsing of her vagina echoed in the throb of her heart racing beneath her breasts. “Please, just…”
“Shhh.” He dipped his head, his lips gliding over hers. His tongue traced the bottom one before he nipped it. She shuddered at the heat in his voice as he murmured in her ear, his lips tickling the shell. “Does it feel good, baby? Do you want more? Hmm, let go, lose control ’cause we got all night.” His rumbled words shot straight to her cunt. A gush of wet heat told her more than anything else just how turned on she was. Pressing her thighs together, she struggled to regain the control she barely clung to.
“God, Gilli, you’re gorgeous.” Husky, his praise was like a slap in the face to the niggling whisper