Mingled with the wine, it was like nectar of the gods, and he dipped his tongue into her mouth for more. The capsaicin from the pepper added a warmth that spread across both their palates.
She trembled and squirmed, her butt settling comfortably on his lap, and she brought her fingers up to the buttons of his shirt, working quickly to tug them from their holes. He helped her remove his shirt and yanked the black T-shirt he wore underneath from the waistband of his pants, tossing that aside as well.
She smiled and licked her lips as she touched
his arms and muscled chest. She leaned over and kissed his shoulder, all the while stroking the back of his neck with her fingers.
Jack snaked a hand up behind her neck to pop the snaps of her halter while his arm closed around her waist. He buried his face in her neck and breathed in her scent. It was no secret his cock was hard.
Luckily, he held a woman who felt its probing demand against her butt cheeks and, judging by the shallow breaths that marked the rise and fall of her breasts, liked it.
She blew softly into his ear, which sent more blood rushing from his head down to his penis.
“What else do you want to eat?” she whispered, and bit his ear lobe.
“I can’t wait another second,” Jack muttered, and tossed her with gentle force down on the pillow. “You’d better not be teasing, sweetheart,” he warned. The straps holding her halter- top up over
her breasts fell away and exposed her breasts.
She yanked the straps down to her waist and brought her hands up to cup her breasts, offering them to him. “Teasing…you mean, like this?”
He groaned. “Your nipples, they’re like little cherries.” He bent his head and took one in his mouth, loving the sound of the pleasured sigh that escaped her lips.
His hands covered hers. Together they squeezed her breasts, his hands maneuvering over hers to give those mounds of pink-tipped flesh a tantalizing jounce before bending his head to lick and suck on each one.
Jack couldn’t get enough of her, sucking each nipple, aureole, and as much of her flesh deep into his mouth. One of his hands left hers to pull her skirt up above her golden thighs, sliding up to squeeze a naked buttock.
“Your skin’s like silk,” he murmured, and wondered if she was totally naked underneath.
He got his answer when he felt the strap of a thong in the cleft of her ass cheeks. He looked forward to brushing aside the crotch of her thong so he could dip his tongue into her…
“Jack, please kiss me,” she pleaded.
He gazed into her eyes. “You’re asking for it, you know that?”
She smiled up at him and crossed her hands behind her head. “Begging.”
Jack shook his head. “Begging involves you being on your knees.”
“I can do that, too.”
He groaned, kissed her mouth, and moved down her body.