She was divine. Perfection. Her lush dark eyelashes floated down, right on cue. Ellis loved Jess’s glossy brown hair and the way it hung gracefully on her shoulders. Her face was an artist’s, fey, but also strong. Her special imagination was writ large in her clear, elegant features; she was both dreamy and determined. He nearly moaned aloud when she licked her lips, his cock lurching heavily.
Turning her hand, he kissed her palm again, opening his mouth and caressing it with his tongue.
‘Oh,’ she said, gasping, getting his drift. Her erotic imagination was precocious too, for a near virgin. Perhaps it was those books? He suspected that they had only piqued a sensuality that already ran deep.
‘Hush … Don’t speak. Keep it all in. Focus in on what I do to you. Don’t waste energy.’
She pursed her lips, swallowing. It was an effort for her to keep still, he could tell. She was bursting with erotic spirit, with desire.
Whipping off his jacket, he flung it away, then slid down to kneel on the carpet. With his hands on the insides of her knees, he parted her thighs to the limit that her slim-fitting skirt would allow. Her pussy, still hidden, seemed to call to him, inviting him to admire and touch and taste, but she was all delights to him, and the sight of her lovely breasts made him suppress the sort of gasp a randy schoolboy would have let out at the sight of them.
Jess wasn’t heavy-breasted, but she had sweet curves. A beautiful pair of handfuls, he thought with a smile. The smile broadened when he noted that the simple but pretty bra she was wearing fastened at the front.
Well done, beautiful girl. Smart thinking.
He popped the clasp, baring her. Her mouth worked, as if she was still fighting not to gasp or moan. He wanted to moan, himself. Her nipples were adorable, fiercely erect, dark, reddish brown and puckered. When he laid a fingertip against the left one, she did let out a gasp, and her whole body seemed to shudder finely.
‘Naughty, naughty … what did I tell you? Behave yourself, Jess.’
He touched her other nipple, flicking it lightly, and she moved slightly against the cushions, as if unable to keep still.
Good God, she was so exciting! Especially when her eyes suddenly snapped open and she gave him a slight, but deeply feminine smile. Despite her lack of experience, in every way that mattered she knew everything. She was a woman of power, indulging his foibles … because it pleased her to.
Her eyes closed again, but a ghost of the smile still lingered.
He stroked her nipples, toying with her, one moment gentle as a feather, the next, tweaking, almost pinching. She licked her lips again, and he almost leapt to his feet, tore open his trousers and crammed his cock into her mouth, the temptress! But he’d sworn to himself that before the hour was out, he’d introduce her to the flip side of the coin, before he asked for that bounty for himself.
Leaning in, he drew a nipple between his lips, and started to play that way too, sucking lightly, then fluttering with his tongue. She gasped and in his peripheral vision he could see her fingers twisting and clenching, clearly fighting the compulsion to grab him by the hair so she could control what he was doing.
But with more self-control than he might have exerted, she remained still. Even when he created a deep, drawing suction on the beautiful tip of her breast, almost moaning in his throat as her whole body shuddered.
Driven almost mad by her reaction, he maintained the intensity, reaching up to fondle the other nipple at the same time. She was rocking in her seat now, and despite his instructions, she reached for him, digging her long, flexible fingers into his hair, and putting pressure on his scalp. It hurt a bit, it actually hurt, but as he mouthed her, he couldn’t think of anywhere he’d rather be at that moment. The little pain almost made him harder, even though he’d never really had masochistic tendencies.
Switching to her other breast, he plagued her, exerting tiny retribution for what her fingertips were doing. She moaned, then with a sudden sharp cry, she curved forward, over him, burying her face in his hair, and kissing it.
‘You want to come, don’t you?’ he demanded against the feverish skin of her breast, blowing on it. ‘Admit it, Jess, admit it!’
‘Yes, I do, you monster! You know that!’ She was panting, gasping for breath. ‘Bloody hell, Mr Sex, I’m almost there already! I didn’t think it could happen this way.’
‘It doesn’t often,’ he said, lifting his face and looking up at her, awe-struck, ‘but you’re a miracle, gorgeous girl, a miracle of sexiness … One in a million.’
Her face flushed with desire, she smiled at him, half out of it with excitement, half supremely in control and triumphant. ‘If you say so.’
‘I do say it. But now I’m going to do something that just can’t fail to get you off.’ With one last kiss to her blushing bosom, he reached for the hem of her skirt, pushing it upwards.