Jack struggled for what to say as he peered down into eyes made emerald by the bright March sun overhead. One part of him wanted to persist, get her as far away from her former fiancé as possible, and get her closer to him. But apparently he was the only one of them having those kinds of emotions here, experiencing a real connection, and maybe, all things considered, that was best. After all, he couldn’t believe he’d so easily asked her to move in with him. He’d never lived with a woman before. He’d never even wanted to.
He supposed it was time he face facts: this woman was different.
In the short time he’d known her, he’d witnessed in her so many elements: the ability to be both strong and tender, wild and innocent. At least he had the feeling she’d started out somewhat innocent, even if that had changed over the past few days. She was everything he thought a woman was supposed to be: gentle, provocative, kind, and…hot as hell. All that and they laughed together, too.
Would she control him in the way his father had warned against? Hell, maybe she already was. Didn’t she consume his thoughts, night and day? And if she left him now…well, he wouldn’t think about that.
“Mais, whatever you think is best,” he finally replied.
What he would think about, he decided, was Todd. He definitely didn’t trust the sleazy guy now, and if he found out the jerk so much as looked at Liz again, he’d have to take some kind of action.
“I gotta take off,” he continued, “but I’ll see you tonight. Despite all the fun I’ve been havin’ with you, chere, I still got a job to do.”
She tilted her head. “On Saturday?”
“My work isn’t exactly nine to five.”
“Ah, I forgot.” She grinned. “I hope I haven’t kept you from any late night stakeouts.”
“Darlin’, you’re the only thing I want to stake out lately.”
* * * * *
Early that evening, Liz stepped out of the shower at Lynda’s house, looking at herself in the mirror as she patted her skin dry with a towel. Her cheeks appeared slightly flushed, her lips perhaps more naturally colored than usual. Her breasts felt achy and her nipples stood erect, pink and swollen, above the concave of her waist. Backing up slightly, she studied her pussy, thinking of Felicia’s bare, smooth cunt hovering above her, then grinding into her, last night. How incredibly raw and real and sexual it had looked without any hair hiding it. How prettily on display.
Reaching for the bag of toiletries she’d carried into the bathroom, Liz found shaving cream and a pink disposable razor. A sense of arousal gripped her, her cunt almost quivering inside, anticipating what she was about to do.
Spraying a white ball of foam into one palm, she gently smoothed the cream over her pussy in a sort of U-shape, deciding that, like Felicia, she’d leave a thin strip of hair above her slit. The look of Felicia’s cunt had pleased and excited her so much that she wanted to do hers exactly the same way.
She’d never have dreamed shaving could be an erotic experience, but the knowledge that she was preparing herself for Jack, along with the sensations spiraling through her sensitive flesh, left her practically dripping by the time she’d carefully shaved herself bare but for a thin triangle of tawny pubic hair extending up from the very top of her cleft. After removing the excess bits of shaving foam, she reached down to let her fingertips glide over the outside of her pussy—she felt smooth, slick, and sexy for Jack. Then she looked at it in the mirror, letting the sight of her freshly-shaven mound send a thick bolt of excitement through her.
Returning to her room down the hall, Liz chose a filmy dress with a loose, flowing skirt and thin shoulder straps, the fabric variegated shades of blue. She left off a bra and panties, and as she drove toward Bourbon Street she felt sizzling and sinful thinking about the one other thing that was missing, too. When she shifted in her seat, she could feel the faint sensation of her smooth cunt rubbing against her dress and basked in the feeling of bareness beneath the thin sheath. She even found herself wishing the dress were shorter so she could touch herself as she drove—she’d loved the sensual feel of her nude pussy against her fingertips earlier.
Soon enough, she told herself as she waited at a light, her cunt pulsing madly, Jack would discover her little surprise and give her all the touching and kissing and fucking she could handle.
* * * * *
As promised, Jack had spent the day hard at work on a couple of cases that had recently landed on his desk. He’d gotten a few leads on some stolen jewelry that the police had been unable to recover, but on the other case, an embezzlement, he’d hit nothing but roadblocks. And each time he ran into one of those damn roadblocks, it was all too easy to let his mind drift…to sweet Liz.
It had been satisfying to get some work done, but the hours went too slow. He’d wanted to see her. He’d wanted to peel her clothes off and get more of her. He’d wanted to suck on those luscious nipples and lick that lovely little pussy, all while she moaned and sighed above him.
Yep, looked like he had it bad, all right. The more time that passed, the less he could deny it—she was consuming him. And maybe he was a fool, but he didn’t even think about trying to fight it. Even as he thought he’d be smart to slow things down with her, a much bigger part of him, including his cock, knew he couldn’t resist his urges where Liz was concerned.
Of course, it wasn’t just his dick talking here. It was his heart, too. Damn, his heart? The woman had him thinking like a lovesick teenager, but there it was—his heart nearly burst in his chest when she came to mind. When he put that reaction together with what stood so rigidly between his legs, he couldn’t do anything but ache to see her again tonight.
Soon she would be here, he thought as he placed two filet mignons in a heated skillet, adding black pepper and a pinch of rosemary. He grinned to himself, hoping they could manage to eat the steaks before they dove on each other.
When he heard her delicate knock a little while later, he opened the door to find her looking beyond lovely in a soft, flowy dress that hugged all her curves deliciously. He let his hungry eyes feast on her luscious cleavage for only a moment before saying, “I best keep my distance from you, darlin’, or we’ll forget to eat—and you’re gonna need a good meal in you to keep your strength up before the night’s through.”
They dined outside on the balcony, and throughout the meal Liz flashed playful smiles that drove him wild, even when they were talking about things that had nothing to do with sex.
“How did your parents take the news about Todd?” he asked.
“Not particularly well,” she said, glancing up from her plate. “I think they’re in denial—but I half-expected that, so it’s no big deal. As for me, I feel free as a bird for the first time in…forever, maybe.”
He couldn’t help grinning. “Hmm. If you’re tellin’ me you haven’t felt free these last few nights together, I can’t wait to see how fun you are tonight.”
“It so happens,” she said, casting another of those provocative little smiles, “I have a surprise for you.”
“What is it?”
She tilted her head. “Now, it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it? But it’s something you’ll find before the night’s over.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Sendin’ me on a treasure hunt, chere?”
“You could put it that way.”
They shared a bottle of wine over dinner, and Jack opened a second when they were through eating and he’d cleared the plates. She looked positively sumptuous lounging on his balcony, a glass of Chablis in her dainty hand.
And not that he wanted to keep bringing up Todd, but… “So you’re tellin’ me you’re really over your fiancé that fast,” he said, snapping his fingers. He grinned lightly and leaned forward. “No lingerin’ feelings, no sense of loss, no wantin’ to get back at him by havin’ fun yourself.” When she hesitated slightly, he added, “You can tell me, darlin’. I don’t mind bein’ the way you take your revenge, if that’s what any of this is.”
Good, he thought, but he didn’t say it. Instead, he just looked deep into her sexy eyes and said, “Tell me what you want, chere, what you feel. Right this second, what do you want?”
She wore an aloof grin and seemed to be turning the question over in her mind. “Right this second? Mmm, well, right this second, I think I want to sit in your lap.”
He flashed a welcoming smile and felt his cock inflate as he opened his arms to her.
Lowering her wine to the table next to his, she settled onto his thighs, and as his arms curled around her, he wondered if she felt his growing erection against her leg. Their position brought her full breasts nearly level with his face, so he leaned down and lowered a small kiss to the ridge of one lovely globe. “What do you want now?” he whispered.
“More of that,” she purred, arching her breasts toward his mouth.
At the invitation, he began feasting on them—small, soft kisses rained across her exposed cleavage, making her release a series of small moans and growls until finally he eased one palm up onto her soft, round breast, kneading it as he kissed her chest and neck. The hard nipple jutting against his hand compelled him to reach inside the dress, twirling the hard nub between thumb and forefinger as he raised his kisses to her hot, beautiful lips.
He looked up when she shifted, to find her lowering a shoulder strap and baring one gorgeous pink-crested breast to his eyes, and his mouth. They didn’t even talk about the fact that it was barely dusk, that anyone could glance out a window or up from the street and see them—although Jack knew they were both keenly aware of it. “Jolie,” he breathed, and sank his mouth over her breast’s pretty peak, twirling his tongue over the taut nipple, then closing his lips around her to suck it. She moaned with pleasure and Jack listened as if her sounds were a symphony—hot, sexy background music to his ministrations. He lowered the other shoulder strap so that she sat topless on his lap letting him shift his kisses back and forth between her scrumptious breasts until he was nearly drunk on them.
As he looked down, watching his tongue play over one wet pink nipple in the dusky light, he slid his hand up under her dress, gliding his touch up her outer thigh all the way to her hip. He expected to encounter an elastic band of some kind and when he didn’t, he peeked up at her with amusement. “No panties, darlin’?”
She grinned and shook her head.
“Is this my surprise?” He raised his eyebrows.
He didn’t expect her giggle. “No.”
He smiled anyway. “Mais, I still like it.”
“Good.”
“And I would love to fuck your brains out right here on this balcony, my hot petite fille, but I’m thinkin’ we should take this party inside. It’s not even dark out, and I don’t want anyone callin’ the cops.”
She tilted her head. “On Bourbon Street? You think someone really would?”
He shrugged. “Might sound unlikely, but I don’t wanna take any chances on gettin’ interrupted. Do you?”
She gave her head a sexy little shake, and then, holding her dress up under her bare breasts, rose from his lap, picked up her wine with her free hand and sashayed through the open French doors into his living room.
He followed, stunned by how utterly erotic she looked leaning against his wall, the blue fabric draping her body from only the ribs downward. She licked her lips and took a sip of wine. “Come here,” she said.
He was in no mood to protest. He set his wine on a table and approached her. “There.” She pointed to the back of his sofa. “Lean.”
He did it, never taking his eyes from her.
After another drink, she lowered the glass next to his and reached up to caress her breasts. The dress dropped to her hips. Watching her—and knowing she was playing with him, just trying to drive him crazy—was sweet agony. Slowly, she began to move toward him, all the while massaging those two pretty mounds of flesh, using her fingers to pinch and tease the hard pink tips under his close scrutiny. She leaned her head back and let out a sexy little moan, hardening his shaft all the more. But like last night, he could be patient. He loved discovering, one by one, what dirty little treats Liz had in store, so he was utterly content to watch her play with her beautiful breasts for him.
When finally she stood directly in front of him, she reached for the bulge in his jeans, cupping it in her palm, massaging him while her other hand still caressed her chest. “Merde,” he moaned. Her touch felt so good it almost hurt.
As she lifted her hands to his belt buckle, he reached for her breasts. He felt their delicious weight in his hands, raking his palms over tight, budded nipples, as she undid the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper. Reaching inside, she gently but confidently freed his cock, hooking the underwear down low, under his balls.
Then she reached for his hand. Still patient, he followed, letting her lead him around to the front of the couch, where he sat down. She kneeled between his spread thighs and studied his shaft, but he watched her—her hungry eyes and full pouty lips, her large lovely breasts hovering just above his rock-hard erection.
Finally, she leaned over, letting her breasts drape around his lengthened cock. Warm, soft; Jack nearly died from the sumptuous pleasure. He lifted himself lightly, pressing himself against the hollow valley between those sweet mounds of flesh, inviting them to close around his hard-on as much as possible. “Ah, beautiful, baby,” he murmured, his voice raspy. “Fuckin’ beautiful.”
She slid her breasts gently upward on his long cock, then back down. Slow, painstaking movements, and he felt every nuance—the soft fleshiness, the hard points of her nipples grazing the skin to either side of his shaft, the deep crevice where his erection was buried. He couldn’t help moving a little, fucking her gorgeous breasts—and it made her release a hot little growl as she slid them up and down his length more aggressively.
At last, just when Jack thought he couldn’t handle any more pleasure, he felt her tongue flick over the head of his cock.
He looked down to see her lick away the fluid gathered at the tip—watched her lick at the little opening, as if trying to bring out more.
Then her tongue made a circle around the whole head—twice.
“Fuck,” he murmured, leaning his head back with nearly unbearable pleasure.
“Want more?” she whispered.
“Oh yeah.”
With that, Liz followed her instincts and licked a line from the base of his strong, beautiful cock all the way to the tip, hungrily lowering her mouth over him. Already, she loved sucking Jack’s cock more than she ever had with any other man. The very sight of it made her want to kiss and suck and lick it, simply adore it, and now the primal urge was to take as much of that big hard shaft into her mouth as she could. She worked her lips up and down, thrilled by his sounds of pleasure and the knowledge that he was watching her go down on him. He held her hair back as she devoted her full focus on swallowing as much of his length as she could.
When he was good and wet and she needed a break, she pulled away to resume fucking him with her breasts again. Now his cock slid up and down between them with slick ease, and the wetness and friction against her chest got her even hotter. After a moment, she began punctuating each stroke of her breasts with a hungry lick to the tip of his cock. But soon, little licks weren’t enough—she wanted to lick away all the wetness gathered there, and then she wanted to suck him, deeper, harder.
“Careful, baby,” he warned, “or I’ll…”
But Liz didn’t care if he came now—she wanted to make him come this way, and she wanted to watch him come, wanted to see the semen spurt out of his long, thick, beautiful cock, just for her. “Come on my breasts,” she breathed. “I want you to come on my
breasts.” She wasn’t sure why, she only knew she wanted to feel that sweet warm white fluid on her oh-so-sensitive mounds, wanted it to cover her, make her even wetter.
She sucked on him a moment longer—hard and wild—until he growled, “Baby, now.” Just after she released him from her mouth, his thick seed shot hot and wet in four long bursts, most of it arcing out to land exactly where they both wanted it to. Liz could scarcely comprehend the strange pleasure she gleaned as her breasts became drenched in his fluid, but she felt sexy and dirty and alive, beautifully on display as they both looked down at the sight. Finally, she began to rub it in, moaning at the sensation, and Jack helped, massaging it in while they both watched their hands working over her semen-slick breasts.
Finally, he lifted his eyes to hers. “Was that my surprise, chere?”
She couldn’t help flashing a vixen’s smile. “No, not yet.”
“When will I get it?”
“Oh, I think you’ll find it soon.”
He cast a dubious smile. “When soon?”
She couldn’t help laughing. “Look, have I disappointed you yet?”
Jack joined in, chuckling, and finally said, “No, chere, you certainly haven’t. I guess I can try to be a little more patient.”
“Something you’re not very good at,” she teased.
He drew back in mock outrage. “I’m damn patient, but you push me too far.”
She cast a coy look. “You want your surprise?”
He nodded, a predatory gleam in his eye.
“Then come and get it.” Rising to her feet, she gathered the dress around her and dashed toward the bedroom. Once there, she bound onto Jack’s big bed in time to look up and see him barreling in behind her. Trundling onto the mattress, he pinned her to the bed by her wrists and gave her a dangerous look that dissolved as he began kissing her. Her mouth, her cheeks, her neck, shoulders, breasts. Her stomach, her belly button.
Below, he pushed his hands up under her dress and onto her ass, caressing and kneading, until finally one hand grazed over top of her thigh and down into the valley between. The instant his touch sank onto her mons, he raised his eyes to her, his expression filled with fire. “Oh,” he said, clearly awestricken. “Oh, baby.” His kisses resumed, fast and furious, to her lips, neck. “Ca c’est bon,” he murmured in between them. Oh, ca c’est bon, baby.”
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