Kitchen Boss

As his mouth claims mine, I can tell the game is over. He’s all serious now. His tongue holds mine captive. His hands travel wildly over my body.

It feels like he might tear my clothes apart, so I take them off. I pull my shirt over my head. I push my leggings and my panties off. I reach behind me to unfasten my bra and let it slip off my arms.

Jackson pushes me down on the bed. His hand slips between my legs. One of his fingers slides inside me and I gasp. He pushes in another finger and moves both digits in and out. I start to tremble.

Jackson plants his mouth on my neck as he withdraws his fingers. His thumb starts to rub my sensitive nub and I begin to moan. My nails scrape across his back.

Then Jackson turns me around. I find myself on my hands and knees. He continues stroking me as he pushes two fingers inside me. I gasp, feeling them deeper inside me from this new angle.

He thrusts them a few times, then pulls them out and prods me with his cock instead. I grip the sheets and brace myself.

I hold my breath as Jackson enters me from behind, slowly but still faster than the last time. And this time, he doesn’t pause. He keeps going until he fills me all the way, and when he does, my breath leaves me in a soft cry.

Is it just me, or has he grown bigger since the last time we had sex?

He grips my hips and starts to move. His cock rubs against spots inside of me that make my head spin. My vision starts to blur.

I close my eyes and throw my head back as I savor the sensation of Jackson’s cock ramming into me. I don’t know why, but there’s something about this position that seems almost… primal. It feels as if Jackson is more in control and I have no choice but to surrender.

A few more thrusts and my arms grow weak. My face crashes on the bed. My hair sweeps over my cheeks. My moans spill out into the sheets.

Jackson moves even faster, rocking my body and the bed. His hands grip my swaying breasts and squeeze them. Then he reaches between my legs to tease my nub once more.

I clench fistfuls of the sheets and let out a cry as I come undone. My hips move on their own, pushing back against him. My toes curl.

Vaguely, I feel Jackson still moving behind me. As my hips grow still, he picks up his pace. He buries his fingers into my hips and gives a particularly deep thrust. His cock quivers inside me and explodes.

Afterwards, Jackson stays still for a while. So do I as I gasp for air. Even after he pulls out, I don’t move. I know my ass is sticking out, but I’m too tired to care.

“If you’re going to stay like that, I’m going to get hard again,” Jackson threatens.

Only then do I lie on my back. I grab a pillow and hug it to my chest.

Jackson sits on the edge of the bed, his briefs and shorts already back on.

“Feel better?” he asks me.

“Tired,” I complain as I close my eyes.

“Hungry?”

I open one eye and see the bowl of fruit in his hand. I’m about to say no, but then I realize I haven’t eaten since breakfast. No, the whipped cream doesn’t count.

“Maybe,” I say. “But maybe I’ll eat them without the whipped cream.”

Jackson chuckles, “Sure?”

I sigh. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at whipped cream the same way again.”

He laughs, then turns serious as he touches his chin. “Maybe next time we should try chocolate syrup or honey.”

I lift an eyebrow. “What?”

“Just kidding,” he says.

He plants a kiss on my forehead. “Seriously, though, I’m glad you’re feeling better. Maybe later we can take a stroll on the beach? Watch the sunset?”

I smile. “I’d like that.”

This vacation may have started off on the wrong foot, but I suddenly have the feeling that everything will be okay now.

We’ll watch the sunset. We’ll have an amazing dinner. We’ll take a moonlit stroll, maybe take a dip in the pool. And afterwards, who knows? Jackson and I might be able to find more creative ways to enjoy each other.

With him by my side, everything will be alright.

~

Something’s not right.

My leg hurts. It feels like it’s being twisted inside. It stops moving and I start sinking into the water.

No!

I fling my arms and thrash wildly, trying to keep myself afloat. I see Trisha on the shore and I try to call her name but my voice won’t come out. My body feels heavier. My arms start to get tired.

I stop moving. The water swallows me whole. I fall on my back, sinking slowly. Above me, the light begins to fade. The bubbles coming out of my mouth grow smaller, fewer. My chest starts to hurt.