forward and sank deep into her.
His thick cock filled her sensitized center and she let out a short scream. He stopped for a brief second, but she smiled at him and he started to move inside her.
And like that, Lily was back in the realm of mindless lust, where her only thought was how soon she could come again. His flesh slapped into hers and pulled out, making her whimper until he filled her again. She hooked her legs around his waist to keep him locked inside but he couldn’t keep still, his body in control and driving toward his own orgasm.
His body rubbed hers and she responded, tightening around him. His chest hair caught on her nipples, rasping their swollen peaks. He bent down and licked the top curve of her breast and then sucked hard on her nipple, sending exquisite jolts down to her clit.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders and moaned, “Jacky.”
“That’s it, Lily. Show me how much you want me,” he commanded. He moved to her other nipple, leaving the first glistening and pink like a ripe berry.
Before she could stop herself, she nipped at his shoulder.
Jack grinned and lifted his head. “The little cat has claws and teeth. Maybe I can make you purr.”
After that, Lily didn’t purr as much as moan, pant and scream as he slammed into her, moving them across the bed until she was against the headboard. He hooked his hands under her shoulders and pulled her down under him, their sweaty skin clinging and releasing as his cock slapped wetly in and out of her pussy.
He stopped for a second and reached between their bodies to unerringly find her clit. A couple strokes and she clutched wildly as she spasmed around him. He thrust long enough to make sure she’d hit the highest peak and then let go of himself.
He tossed back his head, his eyes dark and blind to anything but the powerful spasms of his climax. His lips drew into a snarl as he roared his release like a lion who had claimed his mate.
It was the first time she’d been able to see his face at his peak and she was entranced. His easygoing, suave exterior was entirely gone, his primitive sexuality on display for only her to see. She held on tight to him as he gasped and collapsed. She welcomed his heavy weight pressing her into the bedding and inhaled the scent of their lovemaking rising from their skin.
“Ah, ma belle Lily.” He was still breathing hard. “How can it be like this?”
She shook her head, enjoying how his chest rasped along her cheek, his heart thumping sturdily inside his ribs. “I don’t know, but I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth.”
He laughed and rolled them to their sides. “I hope that I am not the gift horse, non?”
“No, you’re the stallion.” She wiggled her eyebrows lasciviously, making him laugh even harder. “How do you say that in French?”
“Oh, no, no.” He shook his head. “I’ll teach you any other French words you want, but not that.”
“Okay, I’ll ask the next Frenchwoman I meet. And if she asks why I want to know, I’ll look at you and smile.”
He groaned. “Ah, my reputation will never recover if you do that. Stallion is étalon.”
“Ay-tal-ohn,” she mimicked. “My stallion.”
“Ah, mon dieu, Lily.” He laughed. “I never know what to expect from you.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“Not at all.” Jack kissed her mouth and extricated himself from the rumpled bedding. “I’ll be right back.” He pulled on his briefs and disappeared downstairs, quickly returning with a pair of champagne flutes and a bottle of champagne. “I was going to do this first. Show you the house, offer you champagne, feed you and then…” He gave a shrug and laughed, setting down the glasses to open the bottle.
“Then this?” She pointed at her naked body. Somehow she wasn’t shy around him.
“Only if you wanted.” He poured the pale bubbly into the tall narrow glasses, designed especially so the bubbles would not immediately evaporate and flatten the wine.
“I did want.”
“Good. So did I.” He offered her a full champagne flute. “To this. To us.”
They delicately touched the rims of what had to be fine crystal and Lily sipped, her eyes widening in shock. “No. This isn’t—”
He gave her a sidelong glance. “Isn’t what?”
“Did you open a bottle of Bollinger Blanc?”
“You have an excellent palate. That’s exactly what it is. 1995, to be exact.”
She sat bolt upright. “Jack!