The kiss is deep and consuming, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his hips. I'm drowning in sensations: the stretch of him inside me, the scratch of his stubble against my skin, the desperate way he's holding me as if I might disappear.
He breaks the kiss, his forehead pressed to mine. "Touch yourself. Make yourself come."
I slide my hand between us, fingers finding my clit, and the added sensation makes my whole body tighten.
"That's it, Stardust, just like that. Fuck, you're so beautiful when you're close. I can feel your pussy gripping my cock."
He’s right, I’m close,so close, but I'm making noise, small whimpers I can't control.
Jackson kisses me again, harder this time, swallowing every sound. "Quiet, baby. Remember?"
I nod against his mouth, fingers working faster on my clit while he drives into me.
"Are you going to come for me?" he whispers against my lips. "Going to come all over my cock like a good girl?"
The endearment, combined with his words, sends me over the edge. I come hard, clenching around him, biting his lip to keep from crying out. He groans into my mouth, hips stuttering as he follows me over, and I feel the heat of him spilling inside me.
"Fuck," he whispers.
"Yeah."
"That was… fuck. I don’t have the words for what that was."
"Me neither."
He pulls out slowly, and I feel his release slide down mythigh. Something about it feels intimate, claiming. He grabs paper towels and cleans us both up gently.
"Are you okay?" he asks, searching my face.
"Better than okay." And I mean it. My body feels alive, powerful,mine.
He helps me down from the counter and steadies me when my legs wobble. We dress in silence, both hyperaware of the sleeping house around us.
"I should go," I say.
"I know."
But neither of us moves. We just stand here in the dark, looking at each other.
"Two days away was too long," he says quietly.
My chest tightens. "Yeah. It was."
We're breaking rules. Not the physical ones, those are fine. But the emotional ones. The way we're looking at each other isn't casual, isn't just friends with benefits.
"Goodnight, Jackson."
"Goodnight, Stardust."
I head upstairs on shaking legs, lock myself in the guest room, and lean against the door, trying to process what just happened.
We had sex on the kitchen counter. At 4:00 in the morning. Without a condom. And it was the hottest thing I've ever experienced.
I climb into bed, still buzzing with the orgasm. My body feels different, satisfied, powerful,his.
No. Not his. Mine. My body is mine.
But I want to be his anyway.
