Eversea A Love Story

nerves subsided.
    “Come here, then,” I whispered more huskily than I’d intended. Complying immediately, Jack’s mouth was on mine.
    I welcomed him eagerly, returning the passionate thrust and parry of his tongue and arching up to his body. We drank and nipped at each other hungrily, hands roaming and bodies straining.
    Breathing hard, Jack pulled back enough to pull my cowboy boots off, then he pulled me up to my knees and grasped the bottom of my dress.
    I lifted my arms to assist him, thankful for Jazz’s assistance in picking out my hot pink bra and panties set.
    “Seriously?” Jack asked, his voice strained. “You’re killing me.” He braced stock still watching me from beneath his dark lashes. His jaw was clenched hard.
    Just like last night, I ran my palm down the planes of his chest, but this time when I got to his jeans, he didn’t stop me.
    My heart pounded as my fingers worked to unbutton Jack’s jeans. The bulge under my hand was making them a little hard to manage and every time my fingers brushed against him, I heard his breathing change. I didn’t know his reactions to my hands on him could cause such a corresponding reaction in me . I was hot and throbbing and desperate to have him naked.
    Shaking, I finally released the last button revealing his boxers. Instinctively, I slid my hand inside and curled it around his length. Call me a hussy, but I needed to know what I was in for.
    Oh, my.
    Jack hissed out a breath and grabbed my wrist.
    “I want to touch you.” I pouted with a small smile over my nerves.
    “You will. You can. But I promise you I don’t need any help right now. I’m so fucking turned on, I can hardly see straight.”
    His words punched into my gut and set my slow boil into overdrive. I could not believe, in this moment, that I held so much power. I hurriedly pushed his jeans down his thighs, and before he could move to assist me, I shoved his shorts down, too. A dark swirling tattoo snaked around his hip, but I didn’t pay attention to that. I was more interested in what else I had revealed.
    Jack immediately pushed me back on the bed and kissed me hungrily.
    I gasped into his mouth at the amazing feel of his skin against mine, his weight settling on me and between my legs.
    Pushing down my bra, Jack’s tongue found my nipple. Within moments I was literally writhing under him. I arched up, whimpering more as the movement caused his erection to press against my damp core.
    He rocked against me and it felt like heaven. Then he made his way south, kissing down my stomach, stopping to dip his tongue into my belly button. My nerves ratcheted up.
    Dead focused, Jack slowly peeled my panties down my legs. The look on his face sent my pulse into overdrive.
    I was panting and completely not in control of my body’s reactions. I stilled, and he unhooked the last foot from my underwear and slowly ran his hands up my legs, parting them firmly as he went, his eyes, and then his mouth following the movement. His touch was a trail of fire up the inside of my thigh.
    Shifting, Jack settled himself more firmly between my legs. Okay, now I was a little embarrassed. I squirmed and tensed as I watched his green eyes drink in the sight.
    “God, you’re beautiful,” Jack groaned, and before I could have second thoughts, his mouth came down on me.
    I cried out, bucking against him, causing his hands to grip my thighs more firmly to keep them in place. His tongue flicked over me.
    Oh my God!
    I squeezed my eyes shut as if that would help contain my reaction. It just served to focus all my senses on what he was doing to me. I was almost catatonic with pleasure and sensation, my body tight and prickly as if my skin couldn’t hold the feelings inside me.
    His mouth was hot, his tongue coaxing and exploring. And then his hands joined his mouth, and he eased a finger inside me.
    I grabbed fistfuls of the sheets. I wanted him to stop but I didn’t. I wanted to watch him, but I couldn’t. It was like sliding headlong toward the edge of a cliff hoping to hell there was a soft landing. I was completely lost to sensation as he loved me with his tongue and his fingers.
    He seemed to touch some deep and magical place inside me, because suddenly the cliff was there, and I was crying out as I flew out over the edge, arching my hips up into his mouth.
    “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I gasped.
    “No shit,” Jack said, his voice rough, his breath sawing in and out, matching mine.
    He placed a