“Jackson,” I gasp out his name in impatience.
It’s not that I don’t like what he’s doing. It’s just that I want… something else.
He lifts his head to meet my gaze. “What?”
“Touch me,” I whisper.
Jackson’s eyebrows crease. “But I am…”
He stops talking, his gaze following my hand as I dip it between my legs.
He grins. “Yes, ma’am.”
He plants a kiss on the soft curve of my belly before pulling my panties all the way off my ankles. Then he settles between my legs.
I feel him staring at my sex and I cover it with both hands.
“Don’t stare,” I tell him. “It’s rude.”
“Not when you’re staring in admiration.”
“Are you going to tell me that this part of me has turned out to be incredible, too? What? Were you peeking while I was changing in Trisha’s room or when I was taking a shower at your house?”
“Of course not,” Jackson answers. “But it makes me happy to know that no other man has ever seen this part of you. Just me.”
He takes my hands and kisses them, then pushes them aside to plant another kiss, this one right on top of my curls. Then his gaze holds mine as he moves his head lower. I feel his fingers spread the folds of my skin wide.
I prop myself on my elbows. “Jackson, what are you – ?”
I lose my voice and my breath – maybe even my mind – as I feel Jackson’s tongue brush against a part of me I never expected a man’s tongue to be on. Yes, I’ve read about oral sex. But I was always hesitant to try it. I told myself I wouldn’t if I didn’t have to.
I’m still reluctant to have it done to me, but as Jackson licks me over and over, my reluctance fades. His tongue slips inside me and I admit defeat. My head crashes down on the bed. My arms fall at my sides and my fingernails rake the sheets.
What is this sensation?
Suddenly, Jackson’s tongue brushes against my sensitive nub. I let out a loud gasp.
“Jackson!”
I put my hands on his head and try to push him away as the sensation proves too much. I feel like I’m melting. I feel like I might explode. With each swipe of that tongue, my mind goes crazy. My body goes wild.
Jackson doesn’t stop, though. His hands hold my quivering thighs in place. His tongue prods me over and over.
I grip his hair as my head thrashes from side to side. The heels of my feet rise off the floor. My toes curl. I bite down on my lower lip to hold back my cries.
When he pauses, I finally catch my breath, but the reprieve is momentary. Jackson presses my pleasure button again, this time with his thumb while his tongue slips in and out of me.
The double assault makes my back arch. My body trembles all over and my moans spill out freely into the air.
In just moments, the intense pleasure causes me to snap. I let out a cry as the top of my head digs into the mattress. My eyes seem to roll back in their sockets. My mind goes blank.
When I feel the bed beneath me again, I stare at the ceiling and take a few seconds to catch my breath. My legs hang limply over the edge of the bed. Vaguely, I feel my hands at my sides. When did I let Jackson go?
I see his face again as he climbs onto the bed. And not just his face. He’s not wearing his shirt, so my eyes linger on his bare chest, which has just a small patch of hair, and on his ripped stomach.
“How was it?” Jackson asks me.
I don’t answer at once for three reasons – one, because I’m still out of breath; two, because I’m too busy admiring the sight in front of me; and three, because I don’t know how to describe what I’ve just been through.
“Just tell me if it was good or bad,” Jackson says as he brushes a wisp of hair off my cheek. “Although I think I know the answer.”
I frown. “If you know the answer, why ask?”
He chuckles. “If you still have enough energy to be mad at me, I guess you still have enough to go on.”
My eyebrows furrow. Go on?
As he lifts me in his arms and positions me in the middle of the bed, I feel his erection against my leg and realize what he means.
I’ve had my fill of pleasure, but he hasn’t had his. I start to wonder what I should do, but then he kneels between my legs. He pulls down his zipper and reaches inside his boxers to take out his cock. I find myself gaping as I see its size and its glistening tip.
That’s… going inside me?