I pull his shirt off him and slip my hand beneath his boxers. My fingers brush against his hard cock and a thrill goes through me. It quivers against my palm in turn as Jackson gasps.
I take it out of its cotton prison and lick it until it’s completely hard, savoring every inch of him and the unique taste of him. Then I wrap my lips around the tip and suck him into my mouth. I puff my cheeks and let him slide across my tongue as I move my head back and forth.
Jackson hisses. His fingers become entangled with my hair.
When my lips start to grow numb, I pull away. I take Jackson’s boxers off and take off my own underwear, then I push him down on the bed and position myself above his wet cock.
Some nights, it’s Jackson’s turn to do whatever he wants. Some nights, like tonight, it’s mine.
I flatten my palms against Jackson’s chest and lower my hips. The tip of his cock enters me and I gasp.
Even after all this time, I still can’t get used to this feeling, and that’s fine, because each time Jackson enters me, I feel like it’s the first time – or should I say the second time?
I let out shallow breaths as I take his cock inside me inch by inch. Jackson, on the other hand, seems to be holding his breath. Once he’s completely sheathed inside me, I bend over for a passionate lip-lock. Then I straighten up and take off my chemise.
Jackson sits up. He takes one of my nipples between his lips and I gasp. He rubs the other with his fingers.
I savor the playful sensation for a moment before pushing Jackson back down. I hold his arms down and capture his gaze, then start moving my hips.
Back when my stomach had grown big, this was my favorite position. It still is, because this way, I can control my pace. I can get lost in my rhythm.
I lose myself to it now. My eyelids fall shut and my body moves on its own. Up and down. Up and down. My hips rock and my shoulders sway. My breasts bounce.
When I’m tired, I stop and Jackson grips my arms. He starts to move his own hips beneath me and a different pleasure takes over. I throw my head back as I ride it. With each dizzying gallop, I inch closer to the peak of pleasure.
Just as I’m nearly there, Jackson pushes me off and down on my back. He grips my thighs and enters me with one thrust. A cry escapes my throat.
As much as I like being in control, I also like it when Jackson takes control. Even more so when he loses control because of me.
That seems to be what’s happening now. His eyes are half lidded, dilated pupils peeking beneath them. His thrusts become erratic.
After a few more, the pleasure washes over me. I feel like I’m drowning, but there’s no fear, only exhilaration. I cling to his shoulders as I’m swept away. Moan after moan spills from my lips.
Jackson follows moments after. He grunts as his cock fills me with an explosion of warmth. I tighten around him and milk him of every drop.
Afterwards, we stay still, catching our breaths and waiting for the haze to fade, relishing having our bodies connected. Then Jackson pulls out. He wraps his arms around me and plants a kiss on my forehead, my favorite kiss of all. I snuggle against his chest and smile.
“Do you think our new restaurant in Melbourne will be successful?” Jackson asks as he breaks the silence first.
“I know it will,” I answer. “After all, Ken is there to make sure everything goes well.”
I still help with managing some of Jackson’s restaurants, but my priority now is taking care of my children.
“You know, Maisie and Trish sometimes remind me of Trisha and me,” I tell Jackson. “I hope they will be best friends forever.”
“I think they will be.”
He takes my hand in his. Our fingers entwine. Our platinum wedding bands collide.
I look into his eyes. “And you will be my best friend forever.”
I know that I lost the one I used to have, but now I have a new one, someone who knows me inside out and loves every bit of me, someone who always makes me feel like the best is yet to come. Just like now.
I close my eyes as I feel his heart beat in my ear.
I can’t wait for what’s to come.
~The End~