“I want you now.” His voice is thick with hunger, and all I can do is nod, touching his face.
Reaching up, I lower the spaghetti straps of my top. They fall down around my upper arms, and he kisses across the top of my chest, moving lower to pull a beaded nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, yes!” I gasp as my back arches.
It’s been so long.
I want him so bad.
He pulls my sensitive skin between his teeth then soothes it with his kiss, and I move like a wave, following the progress of his mouth.
Bending forward, I kiss his head, his soft hair, and he rises to cover my mouth as his hand covers my breast.
I catch his shirt and pull. My hands are on his body, smoothing the planes and lines, tracing the rippling muscles with my fingers. I feel him tighten with a groan.
“Ember,” he whispers, lifting me to stand and sliding the remainder of my clothes to the floor.
I hold his cheeks as his mouth moves across my navel to my hip.
“Oh, God,” I gasp as his fingers touch my core, looping in my panties and ripping them away.
The first pass of his tongue over my clit causes my knees to buckle. “Oh…” I moan.
“So good,” he speaks against my sensitive skin, his scruffy cheek roughing my inner thigh.
I catch his shoulders to find my balance, but he’s not letting up. He’s not slowing down. He’s hungry. He grips my thighs, pulling me closer, kissing and sucking eagerly at my clit, twisting feverish desire in my belly.
“Jackson… Jackson…” I chant his name as streaks of pleasure climb my legs like vines, centering in my core, drawing tighter with every pass of his tongue.
Fluttering starts in my feet, and I feel my wetness on my thighs. My hands are on his shoulders, and my fingers clench as the orgasm grows tighter…
Tighter…
Unbearably tighter…
Until it explodes.
I cry as the shudders wrack my body.
He’s kissing me now, slower, soothing passes. My fingers flex and release, and my legs tremble as he cups my ass, gently rotating me so I’m lying back on the bed.
I’m buzzing with aftershocks, and I watch with hazy eyes as he pulls his shirt over his head, leaving his dark hair in a silky mess. Next, he shoves his jeans down, allowing his erection to spring free. It’s thick and straining, just like I remember.
He doesn’t hesitate to come to me, kneeling on the bed and moving my thighs apart. His blue eyes are navy with hunger, and in one fluid move, he’s inside me.
“Oh, God,” I gasp.
“Yes…” His voice is at my ear.
Holding my cheek, he kisses my neck, my shoulder, as the thrusting grows faster, stronger. My knees rise, and he holds the back of my thigh, plunging deeper, impossibly deep as our bodies rock in time. The pace increases. He’s pumping hard, and little noises ache from my throat with every hit. It’s so good, my second orgasm burns hotter than the first. Stars shoot behind my closed eyes. My insides erupt in shimmering spasms of pleasure as I come.
“Fuck, yes.” His back arches, and with a low groan he holds me, steadying himself as I feel him break, pulsing and filling me.
Reaching up, I slide my hands over his shoulders, down to his waist.
His kisses are soft, slow, on my shoulder, my neck. “Only you, Ember. Only you.”
His heart beats against my breast.