Free WidowsWickedWish by Lynne Barron

her lashes.
    He arched a brow in question when she fell silent.
    “I thought I might…that is…if it’s allowed, I’d like
to…explore you.”
    “Livy,” he whispered. “The things you say.”
    “May I?”
    At his nod Olivia rose above him, rested her hands on his
chest and settled herself straddling his hips. From her vantage point she could
see him spread out before her like a banquet. Unable to bring herself to look
at the hard length of him that lay pulsing and hot between her legs, she
studied his broad chest.
    “Is it permissible for me to touch you?” she asked and
smiled as he drew a deep breath and his eyes gleamed.
    “God yes,” he growled.
    “Hmmm, where to begin?”
    She swept her hands over his chest, her fingers trailing in
the soft, curly hairs that circled his nipples.
    “That’s a fine place to start,” he told her and Olivia was
pleased to see the smile in his deep blue eyes and upon his wide, full lips.
    “Hmm, here I think,” and she leaned forward to capture that
smile, to drink it in, to savor it. She kissed him as he had taught her the night
before, gentle and teasing at first, her lips and the tip of her tongue roaming
and caressing. When he opened his lips she swooped in, delving deep, glorying
to hear him groan low in the back of his throat, to feel his hips jerk beneath
her. She kissed him, over and over, until the kisses no longer began or ended,
they just went on and on. They kissed until they were forced to break apart in
order to drag panting breaths into their starving lungs.
    “Livy,” he murmured when she trailed her lips across his jaw
and down his neck, her mouth open and wet.
    “Do you like this?” she asked against his salty skin. He
made no reply beyond a soft hum that vibrated through his chest. Emboldened,
she ran her lips across his shoulder, her tongue leaving a wet trail, while her
hands drifted across his chest, her fingers finding his nipples once more.
    “Do you…” she began before his hands rose to her back and
journeyed up her spine, his fingers finding each vertebra and paying homage,
leaving a tingling shiver in their wake. “Oh, that’s delicious.”
    “Like that, do you?” he murmured before gliding his hands
back down with the same wonderful attention to each bump along the way.
    “I never knew my back was so…so sensitive,” she whispered
into the hollow at his throat.
    She felt his soft laughter against her lips and rose to look
down at him.
    “Last night, what you did to my…” she lifted her hands to
her breasts, cupping them. “When you put your mouth on me…”
    Jack jerked beneath her, his gaze dropping to her hands. His
breath left him on a quiet moan.
    “Would it be the same for you?”
    Before he could answer she dipped her head and placed the
most chaste of kisses on one nipple then the other. Again he jerked beneath
her, his member nudging the folds of her sex in the most wonderful way.
    “Ah, Livy,” he moaned when she began to play, teasing his
nipples with lips and tongue.
    Olivia could not remember ever feeling as powerful as she
did in that moment. With the power came a wave of desire that had her drawing
in a trembling breath and bearing down upon the hard length of him. Heat shot
from between her legs and raced up her spine and through her limbs.
    Jack’s hands wandered from her back down to her hips to wrap
around them and hold her to him. He rocked beneath her, gently thrusting against
her, driving the heat deep within her core. She thought he might intend to roll
her to her back, cutting off her explorations before she was ready. In hopes of
forestalling him she pulled his nipple between her lips, dragged her teeth over
his pebbled flesh and reveled in the dark groan that rumbled from his chest.
    “Damn, Livy,” he growled. She twirled her tongue around his
nipple and he nearly unseated her as he thrust up.
    She rose to sitting, allowing the motion to drag her aching
flesh down the hard length of him,