His body was a warm, hard wall against my back as I unlocked the door, and my own body buzzed with energy, my veins filling with a mix of excitement and nerves.
With my hair tied back, he had ample access to my neck, which he took advantage of, his kisses practically searing my skin. Need coursed through me, stronger than last time. I didn’t have to worry if this would be good. I knew it would be.
I moved us quickly to my bedroom, and once there, I turned and pulled him close; my hand bunched in his shirt as his slipped around my waist, gripping tight. My senses were overwhelmed, everything in my body firing under his touch.
His eyes had darkened to a stormy blue as he dipped down to kiss me, and I lost myself to the incessant crash of his lips on mine, his breath hot against my cheek. When his tongue slid across my bottom lip, asking for entry, I granted it, gripping his shirt tighter when my knees weakened beneath me.
I wanted and needed more. My other hand moved to his waist, and I tugged roughly on his belt, bringing him closer. There was little space between us as it was, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel his skin. I wanted to be enveloped in his strong hard warmth, driven to pleasure by his hands and mouth. I wanted too much at once, and I wanted it all right now.
I felt him smile against my mouth as I took charge and shuffled out of my pants, all the while steering us toward the bed. One pant leg briefly got stuck around my ankle, making me giggle between breathless kisses.
Once my knees hit the bed, I laid down and drank in the sight of him before me. Damn, he was sexy. His chest rose with rapid breaths; his pants strained where his erection made itself known. I licked my lips. I couldn't wait to get my mouth on him.
There was hunger burning in his eyes as they raked over me, studying my body before returning to my face. The corner of his lip quirked.
Slowly, as if he knew how crazy it made me, he stripped his shirt off, and I waited for him to remove his pants, but instead, he leaned in and buried his face in my neck while his hands gripped my waist, pushing my shirt higher. I pushed against his chest. “Wait, let me.” Then I rolled us over so I could straddle his waist.
I pulled off my top in a move that was much smoother than I'd planned, exposing my—thankfully—matching navy underwear. They weren't as sexy as the black lace pair I'd worn last time, but I hadn't known I was going to be getting laid when I'd left the house earlier, and honestly, I was about ready to throw out every unsexy bit of lingerie I owned and replace it all if it meant getting a reaction from the gorgeous man under me.
But I was getting ahead of myself. Just because I wanted there to be a next time didn't mean there would be, so I needed to make the most of right now.
I dropped my hands to his chest, caressing the smooth skin before venturing lower to outline the contours of his abs with my fingertips. He was a work of art. I may never be able to look at a Greek statue again.
His grip on me was firm as he kneaded my thighs and ass while I explored. He was allowing me to lead, giving me control of what happened next. I wanted to tell him how much that meant to me, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment, so instead, I showed him.
I took my time as I continued to map out his body with my hands, enjoying his stomach muscles quiver under my light touch.
He was solid, his skin intoxicatingly soft, and I wanted to taste it. I leaned down and closed my mouth over one nipple, sucking and smoothing over the peaked bud with my tongue, grounded by how real he felt, smelt, tasted.
He groaned, rough and raw, and his hands gripped my thighs and ass harder, driving my desire up. We weren’t even naked, and yet I felt myself flushing from head to toe.
He tried to maneuver me back onto my back, but I clenched my thighs around his hips and held us steady. “Not just yet. There’s something I want to do.”
He smiled, but I wanted to make sure he was on board. “That ok?”
“Baby, that’s more than ok.”
I flushed, thrilled at the pet name. Definitely adding that to the list.
Unlike the past, where taking care of my partner's needs was the rule and an obligation, with Jackson, I wanted to do it because I knew it was reciprocated and not demanded.
When I was with him, I wanted to stop thinking. Just … act on instinct, trust my gut at the moment.
I trailed a series of bites and kisses down his neck, chest, stomach, touching and tasting everywhere I could as I shuffled backward. As I undid his belt, I looked up at him, feeling a rush at being in this position. At having him under my spell.
He lifted his hips and stepped off the bed to help me pull off his clothes. He stood before me, completely exposed, while I admired his incredible body.
The absurdity of the situation hit me, and there was a beat where I could practically feel my body fighting off my nervousness.
As the moment stretched out, I waited for the inevitable complaint. Or command. Brad would have told me to hurry up by now, thoroughly ruining the mood with his tense impatience.
But Jackson simply licked his lips, eyes raking over me, hungry like he wanted to devour me.
When his cock twitched in anticipation, I was startled out of my thoughts and huffed a short, embarrassed laugh, but Jackson’s focus was still fixed on me with that hungry smile, and that was what finally set me back in motion.
I was driven by the need to see him undone. To break that calm exterior and see if I couldn’t make him half as lightheaded as I felt right now.
Crawling onto the bed, I was of singular focus. My hands brushed along the fine hairs of his thighs, feeling how the thick muscles beneath twitched in anticipation. His cock stood strong, thick, against his belly, the tip shining.
