“How do you rate The Sex so far?” he asks.
“Just… breathtaking. My balls are close to bursting.”
Jackson smiles at me. “Perfect.”
“Why am I still clothed?” I ask.
“Are… we supposed to take our clothes off for this?”
“Preferably,” I say as Jackson pulls my shirt up enough to blind me with it. He loops it over my head so I can’t see anything,and then I believe he’s leaning down to kiss me until I feel Blow-Up Somebody’s face smash against mine… at least I assume it’s their face.
“I’m scared of what you’re going to do to me,” I say before I pop my head out and see that it was Blow-Up Randy’s tush meeting my face.
Jackson’s eyes get wide. “Excuse me, you’re scared of what I’ll do to you? How do you think I feel every day of the week? Every moment of the day. Every time my eyes touch yours?”
I laugh as I draw him down for a kiss. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
“Am I? Ask all of your friends, and I can guarantee they’ll say they’re also terrified of what you might do to them,” Jackson declares.
I hook his neck and pull him down, bored of that nonsense. “Do I need to show you what sex is like?”
“We’ve already sexed. We accomplished The Sex,” he says. “Are… are you saying that I’m not very good at sex?”
I press a soft kiss to his lips before drawing him into a deeper kiss. His lips part and his tongue brushes mine before I pull back just enough that I can talk. “I don’t know. I’ll need to try it out to tell you just how good you are.”
“Oh? Tell me now, what do I need to do?”
“Strip for me.”
“Yes, my love,” he says as he slides off me. He whips his shirt off and then throws his pants down before striking a superhero pose.
I laugh while he transitions into another move. “Fuck.”
“You like that?” he asks as he turns his back to me and smacks his ass.
“Music to my ears.”
“Now what, my love?”
“I have too many clothes on.”
“That’s concerning for sure.” He immediately goes for my remaining sock, which he pulls off and tosses at me. I’m prepared this time and smack it away.
“Okay. Ready,” he declares.
“Husband, unclothe me.”
“Fine, fine,” he says as he grabs my pants and shakes them all around until they finally give and fall off my body. I decide that this will go nowhere fast, so I strip my underwear and shirt so that we’re both naked.
“I like your body,” Jackson says.
“Husband… I like your body too. But I like it even better in a Sasqua?—”
“Nope.”
He climbs onto the couch, and I spread my legs, hooking his to pull him in. My eyes drop down to his dick, which I reach for before stroking it. Jackson grabs the lube and pops it open before squeezing some onto his fingers. He slides his hand down my cock, past my balls, and over my hole.
His lips find mine while his finger pushes inside of me.
