I lift up and ease back down, taking my time. The feeling is almost too much, every sensation amplified. I move again, finding a pace that works.
"Is this okay?" I ask.
"God, yes." His voice is wrecked, his grip on my hips tightening. "You feel incredible."
I move faster, more confident now, chasing the sensation building in my core. My hands brace on his chest for leverage, and I can feel his heart racing under my palm.
"You're so beautiful," he says, watching me with those green eyes. "So fucking beautiful like this."
I lean forward, changing the angle, and the new position has him hitting something deep inside that makes my breath catch.
"There," I gasp. "Right there."
He grips my hips tighter, helping to guide me back to that angle. "Like this?"
"Yes. Ohfuck, yes."
I ride him steadily, feeling the pleasure building slowly. Not rushed, not frantic, just steady waves building toward something.
"Jackson." His name is a gasp. "Touch me.Please."
One of his hands slides between us, brushing over my clit. The gentle pressure makes a low moan tumble from my lips.
"Like this?"
"Yes. Exactly like that."
He keeps the pressure steady, matching my rhythm, and the pleasure intensifies. I'm shaking, my thighs burning from the exertion, but I don't want to stop, don't want this to end.
"You're doing so good," he murmurs. "Taking what you need."
His words wash over me, grounding me in this moment. This ismine.My choice. My body responds to the pleasure I've chosen.
The sensation builds and builds, coiling tighter in my belly with each movement. I can feel every inch of him inside me, can feel his fingers working my clit, can feel the heat between our bodies.
"I'm close," I whisper. "So close."
"Take your time. I've got you."
I move faster, chasing the edge. The pleasure spirals higher and higher until I'm right there, teetering on the precipice.
"Come for me, Stardust," he whispers. "Letgo."
The orgasm hits hard, and my mouth opens on a cry. Jackson surges up, capturing my mouth with his, swallowingthe sound as my body clenches around his cock and every nerve in me ignites. He groans into the kiss, hips jerking up as he follows me over the edge, and I feel him pulsing inside me as he comes.
We stay like this for a long moment, mouths still pressed together, both shaking, both breathing hard through our noses. He finally breaks the kiss, his hand still between us, easing me through the aftershocks.
"Maya." He's still inside me, hands gentle on my hips. "Are you okay?"
"I'm okay." And I mean it. "I'm really okay."
I lift off him slowly, and the loss of connection feels weird but not bad. He disposes of the condom while I grab my clothes.
"You don't have to go," he says quietly.
But the rules are clear. No sleeping in the same bed after.
"I need to." I pull my tank top over my head. "The rules?—"
