"I can feel you getting close," he says. "Feel your pussy clenching around me. Come for me again, Stardust. Come all over my cock."
His fingers work my clit in tight circles, and I shatter again, biting down on my own hand to muffle the sounds. He follows seconds later, his hips stuttering as he comes with my name on his lips.
We stay frozen like that for a moment, both panting, both shaking from more than just the cold.
"Inside," he says finally, carefully pulling out. "Now. Before we freeze to death."
We stumble back through the door and down the stairs tohis room, adjusting our clothes as we go. The second the door closes behind us, he's kissing me again, hands everywhere.
We strip off the rest of our clothes quickly, desperately, and then we're on his bed, hands and mouths exploring like we haven't just been together minutes ago. The warmth of the room after the freezing balcony makes every touch more intense.
Jackson moves over me, settling between my thighs, and this time when he enters me, it's slower. Face to face, eyes locked, nothing between us but skin and want and everything we're not saying.
"God, Maya," he breathes, moving inside me with long, deep strokes. "You're everything.Everything."
I pull him down for a kiss, wrapping my legs around his waist, taking him deeper. This is different from the balcony, less frantic, more intimate. This is making love even if neither of us will say it.
His hand finds mine, fingers lacing together as he moves. His other hand slides under my knee, changing the angle, and I gasp.
"There?" he asks.
"Yes. Right there."
He keeps that rhythm, that angle, building me up slowly this time. No rush, just us in the darkness, the world forgotten beyond these walls.
"I need you to come for me," he says, his voice rough. "I need to feel it again."
His thumb finds my clit, and that's all it takes. The orgasm rolls through me in waves, softer than before but somehow more intense, and I feel him follow me over, his whole body shuddering as he comes.
He collapses onto the bed beside me, pressing close, his chest warm against my back. We lie here, tangled in each other, catching our breath.
"That was—" I start.
"Yeah."
I start to sit up, thinking I should head back to my room. Force of habit, I guess.
"Stay," Jackson says.
"Jackson—"
"Please. Just stay." His hand finds mine. "I'm tired of waking up alone when all I want is you here."
"Emma—"
"Will be asleep until 6:30 a.m. You can sneak back upstairs before then." He pulls me back down beside him. "Just stay. Please."
I settle against his chest, his arms wrapping around me. The silver pendant he always wears presses against my cheek.
"Okay," I whisper. "I'll stay."
"Good."
His heartbeat steadies under my ear, and his breathing evens out.
"Maya?" he says quietly.
"Yeah?"
