say, "Stay, you bad, bad man." Grinning hard, I start my slow walk again, finishing my derailed thought from earlier. "I like the way you look at me. I like the way these clothes make me feel, and I love the way it feels when you're inside of me."
Before Jack and I were together, I thought sex was just urges. It sounds stupid now, but I didn't know any better. The thought of being a slave to my own body made me feel like an animal, in a derogatory kind of way. Now I realize that it's just a part of who I am, and Jack is the perfect mate for me. He makes me feel so loved, that I can't think of anything else when I'm with him. Tonight, that's what I want. I want to chase away his demons, and mine, and just be together.
Jack's lips slip shut as his gaze lifts to my face. He's shirtless, wearing nothing but boxers below the sheet. A bit of dark stubble lines his cheeks, making those blue eyes as vivid as sapphires. When he speaks, Jack's voice wraps around me like velvet. "I want you so badly, Mrs. Gray. I'm torn between jumping up and grabbing you, bending over the bed, and fucking you madly; and just watching you walk toward me in that incredible lingerie. That outfit is such a tease." Breathing hard, Jack pushes himself up in the bed. Looking at his lap, I can tell how much he wants me. "Turn around. Let me see the back."
I smile at him and twist. The upper shoulders have draped strings that curve halfway down my back. From my waist to the small of my back, there's nothing but bare skin. Then the panties on this are killer. They have no bottom really. They're made from eight strings that attach at the waist. They cup my butt, showing off my curves, and attach to a silver clip at my waist.
Glancing over my shoulder at Jack, I say, "What do you think?" My ankles are crossed. I bend forward slightly, knowing that Jack's a tits and ass man. "Is it nice?"
The word seems to bring Jack back to himself. He climbs across the bed toward me, and pulls me to him. I gasp, not expecting it. My back presses into his chest. His hard length feels rigid against my back. His hands run over the outfit, feeling the silky strands and my warm skin. His fingers catch on the silver chain and it tugs gently, coaxing a soft moan from my lips. Jack's strong arm wraps across my chest, just above my breasts.
Holding me, he whispers in my ear, "It's not nice, it's wicked. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. It makes me want you in every conceivable way."
My heart is pounding hard. Jack's muscular arms are corded tightly around me. One hand slips higher and presses gently against my throat. If someone else did that to me, I'd be afraid, but with Jack, it feels right. It feels like I'm his and he wants to possess me. I turn my face away from him, and his lips trail hot kisses down my neck. When I inhale, he holds me closer, tightening his hold on me.
Looking away from him, heart pounding wildly in my chest, I whisper, "I want to make you come in every conceivable way."
"Oh God, Abby." His voice is gravelly, like he can't control himself. He keeps one hand at my throat as the other slides over my body, feeling the fabric and flesh. His warm breath slips over my neck and my body reacts to him. Jack's scent, his smell, fills my head and I want to make him so high from lust that he forgets everything else. My senses are slipping. I feel the hot lust bubbling up from deep inside me. My intention had been that this would be for him, but I'm having trouble controlling myself.
We stand together, with his strong arms holding me in place as his lips devour my neck. My knees weaken, but Jack doesn't let me go. His arms tighten against my chest and around my waist. My heart is thundering inside my chest. Every inch of my skin is sensitive beyond reason. When he touches me with his lips, I can barely stand it. Jack holds me there, keeping me tightly pressed against him.
I lean back and Jack's hips shift. I feel his hard shaft through his boxers,