Slowly, so as not to wake him up, I roll in place onto my stomach. His arm slips off my waist, hand settling on my lower back as I readjust. Once settled, I turn my head to look at him.
Jackson is a beautiful man.
His face is relaxed, no signs of those worry lines on his forehead or around his mouth that he had yesterday. His full lips are parted slightly, and I fight the urge to trace my fingers along his full beard.
Desire courses through me at the thought of how that facial hair feels between my thighs. At the same time though, the delicious soreness that lingers reminds me that waking him up for sex might be a bad idea.
When we came back to the room last night, neither of us could keep our hands to ourselves. He had ordered room service again, including the whipped cream per my reminder. The moment we finished eating, he practically tore my dress off.
It was as if we hadn’t just had sex an hour prior.
While we were eating dinner, I had decided that I actually wanted to try giving him a blow job with the whipped cream. We discovered that neither of us had ever done anything involving food when having sex or fooling around.
Ten minutes later as Jackson cursed through his orgasm, I came to the conclusion that we would definitely do that again.
I didn’t think it would be possible for either of us to go again. But after showering together, he proved me wrong and fucked another orgasm out of me before I fell into a blissed out deep sleep.
Another round with him would definitely have me waddling out of here like a penguin.
Although I brought Ibuprofen with me and probably have time for a short warm bath if we don’t take too long…
He moves then, the hand on my back sliding back to my hip. Wrapping his arms around me, he closes the small amount of space between us. The feeling of his erection pressed against my hip does nothing to help my devious thoughts.
“I can feel you staring at me.” Jackson mumbles. I smile in response, pulling a hand up and tracing along his smooth cheekbone.
“I’m simply admiring the view.”
He cracks an eye open, a lazy smile spreading across his face.
“I’d argue I’m the one with the better view.”
Laughter spills from my lips and I move my hand to push against his shoulder jokingly, but he clings to me. Slipping a hand underneath and turning me to lay facing him.
One of his hands finds my ass, pulling my lower half against him. He groans, eyes both shut as he holds me in place. I burrow my head into his neck, placing a kiss on his collar bone and relaxing into him.
“Woman, what kind of spell have you put on my body? I’m too old to be thinking about going again, yet here we are.”
I giggle against his skin, shaking my head before rolling away from him. He tries to pull me back, but I avoid his hands, earning an adorable scowl in response.
“No, if you stick your freaking jumbo cock in me again, you’ll have to drag me out of here.”
“I wouldn’t drag you.” He sits up, swinging his feet over the edge of the bed, and flashes me a wicked smile over his shoulder. “I’d carry you over my shoulder proudly.”
I point my index finger in his direction. “There will be no carrying and no sex for at least…eighthours.”
Cause lets be real… Jackson turns me on faster than a light switch.
He chuckles, standing and prowling toward me. I step back, retreating to the bathroom while he advances like a lion hunting its prey.
Fuck, his cat puns are rubbing off on me.
“And what if I can’t keep my hands off you for that long?”
We continue moving in step with each other, him stalking closer and me backing away until I’m pressed against the glass shower. Licking my lips, I tilt my head back, holding his stare and smirking.
My thighs squeeze tightly as I meet his heated gaze and when he teasingly traces his fingers from my hip to my ribs, I can’t hold back the shiver.
One touch from this man and I’m ready to melt into a puddle at his feet.
