wanted this. It felt so freeing after all that had led me to NYC. I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him close.
Jack's hand lowered along my neck until he brushed my bare shoulder. He lightly cupped my breast, but something told me he wasn't about to stay there for long. Every touch was amplified, my lips kissing back in the exact way that he kissed me. Our tongues continued to twine and taste in a beautiful back and forth cadence.
By that point, I was so wet, so obviously aroused that there was no way I could hide it. The need kept growing inside of me as I felt his fingers creeping down my side. I knew exactly where they were headed. Bright white heat flowed freely from my core to every other part of my body as dirty images filled my mind.
Jack's hand hiked up my dress slightly, his fingers hungrily digging into the soft flesh of my thighs as he approached the elastic of my panties. He was exploring the soft curls of my mound, slowly moving toward that throbbing nub that was begging for his touch. His hardness seemed to grow as he found it.
"God, your legs." He pulled my panties down until they were bunched at my knees, his efforts quick and focused.
"Jack," I gasped, my voice a desperate whisper as I broke our kiss. I had no air left, my lungs fully deflated of that crucial substance and begging for more. His finger stroked my clit in tiny, minute circles that made me shiver with delight. My legs tightened around his hand as I dissolved against him. I had never been so sensitive to a man's touch before—either that, or Jack was really damn good at this. Maybe both were true.
"Sweet, sweet, Effie," Jack whispered into my ear. I wanted to touch him, but I was so lost in bliss that I couldn't keep things straight in my mind. I wanted to stroke that stiff cock of his, to touch him like he was touching me. In a way though, he just wasn't letting it happen.
I felt the pressure change from his index finger to his thumb as he parted my moist folds with two fingers, stretching me to his liking. He started to slowly finger-fuck me, purposely starting slow so that I had to savor it and drown in the sweet torture of waiting. His fingers pressed against my g-spot with so much precision I couldn't believe it. I knew his hand was probably drowning in my juices by this point, and the thought only made me wetter.
My eyes were closed, and despite my incredible desire to watch his face as he did this to me, I couldn't open them. I was against the wall, stuck there as he did whatever he wished in that dreamlike moment.
Tiny cries of pleasure escaped from me as he started to push me toward a climax that was so apparent, so close. He was breathing almost as deeply as I was, his mouth right next to my ear, forcing me to listen.
Jack kept circling and fucking me with his adroit fingers, my body trembling with delight. I was inching closer and closer, the process so expedited by his skill. Oh God, I needed this, needed it so badly. It felt as if it had been so long and honestly, it made me realize how sexually deprived I was. And then Jack stopped and I almost screamed.
"Please," I begged, my body at an enormous tipping point. This was such a private thing to be doing with him, but dammit, I just didn't care. My mind was on vacation—and now my body was in charge.
"Effie," he said. "Be assertive. Tell me what you want."
"Jack, no games," I whined, dodging the words he wanted me to say.
He resumed his motion for a few quick strokes and I felt everything rushing back—until he was teasing me again.
"Jack!" My cheeks were flushed red and my body wouldn't shut up. I couldn't believe I was doing this with him, couldn't believe how far I had lowered my defenses in this carnal moment.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me what you want." I complied and opened my eyes. He was there, so beautiful and perfect, demanding my eye contact. "Tell me," he said again.
"I want..." I wasn't used to talking like this and trailed off. This was so dirty, so salacious.
"What do you want, Effie?" Jack's inquisition was tireless, but in the