Free Creating Merry Hell by Emma Wallace

her hips, the action making her back curve and her full upturned breasts quiver delightfully. Seeing her like that, her guard down, trusting him to take control only made Jack love her more. She trusted him with her body—when would she learn to trust him with her heart? This was all that mattered. The two of them. Together. Always.
    Jack grabbed a chair and dragged it back a few feet before straddling it. His arms rested along the back and he let his head drop down to rest on the back of his hands. The position brought him eye-level with her pussy, which maybe wasn’t such a good idea. He swallowed hard at the sight of the translucent cream coating her thighs and his gaze slowly travelled back up her body, lingering where her flat stomach gently rolled with her labored breathing, up over her flushed breasts until his eyes met hers. Jack watched her nip her bottom lip between her teeth, her tongue peeked out to wet her lips, her eyes glazed over. All of it telling him more clearly than words that she was thinking the exact same thing he was.
    “Show me how you touch yourself.”
    Merry sucked two fingers into her mouth, eyes locked on Jack she pressed them to the distended nub of her clit.
    “When you’re home alone in your bed, I want you to imagine it’s my fingers touching you, my tongue licking you, my cock fucking you. Will you do that?”
    “Always.” It came out in one long soft hiss of a whisper, her fingers continuing their careful rotation. Her hips bucked harder.
    He struggled not to groan out loud. If possible his cock grew longer and harder, pressing painfully against his jeans. “Show me how you make yourself come.”
    Merry slid two fingers between her slick lips and inside herself, working them in and out, pausing as she dragged them from the glossy opening so that he could see the cream that coated them before thrusting them back inside. Sexy whimpers and lusty little sobs spilled out of her mouth as she lifted her hips and then dug her heels onto the wood surface, opening her legs impossibly wider for him.
    “That’s it, Merry.” Jaw tight, Jack ran his hand through his hair and cleared his throat. “Will you miss this? The way I suck your clit, gentle to begin with, then harder until you beg me to fuck you with my tongue…”
    Merry made a strangled whimpering sound. Her body started to convulse, her mouth hung open and her eyes, already glazed, half closed. Harsh sobs were torn from her delicate throat and Jack nearly went cross-eyed when he heard her groan his name.
    “Jack,” she cried out. “Jack, I need you.”
    It was too much. He kicked the chair aside and within a heartbeat he was on his knees in front of her. Lifting her backside, he cupped it in his hands and dragged her closer to the edge before licking the length of her slit. Jack did this once, twice before he fastened his lips on the swollen bud of her clit and sucked.
    Merry came again, harder than before, screaming his name.
    Only when the tremors stopped did Merry dare to raise her lashes and look at him. She was rewarded with the sight of the glitter of her juice on his chin. All wet and shiny, Jack pressed his lips together, his tongue sliding slowly between them to taste her.
    “We’re not done here.” Within seconds he’d stripped the dress from her hips leaving her completely naked for him. Just as swiftly he bunched his fists in the back of his shirt and hauled it over his head, then he unzipped his jeans and shoved them down his thighs. Unrestricted his stiff cock reared toward his stomach. Holding her hips, he tugged her closer to the edge, impaling her on the end of his cock. Surging forward, grunting in relief as she parted for him, welcoming him home, Jack filled her smooth and thick. The breath left Merry’s throat in an explosive gasp. All week she’d been kidding herself she could give him up, promising herself when the time came she’d do what she always did. Walk away. Walk? She should have run like