After dinner, we sat in the lounge area, sipped a different bottle of Niagara Riesling and watched London through the windows. The conversation was quiet, soft murmurs about the city, the history and our past lives intermittently broken by softer touches.
"I should clear up," I said, remembering that this was the first time I had been here and just our second date.
Jackson stood up and stretched, his vest lifted, exposing his stomach and happy trail. This time I didn't listen to my rational voice and instead used his hips to pull myself towards him, putting my lips and tongue onto the abs that stared at me, whispering for me to taste them.
"Van!" He started to laugh. I nipped at the thin layer of skin then licked upwards until I was standing, holding his shoulders. His laughter stopped as my eyes locked onto his, my hands interlocking round his neck, his hands pushing under my top onto my waist and then towards the side of my bra.
This was the first kiss, the kiss where no one was watching, where no onecouldwatch. It was just us and no reason to stop. It began softly, tentative, with opportunities to cease but neither of us did. One of his hands cupped the back of my head, allowing him to take more control and I let him, his tongue seeking entry, searching. I felt his erection through his sweats, but there was no rush. His hands stilled, just his mouth communicating his need. I bit at his lip, causing him to groan and deepen this kiss, demanding more.
Then his hands moved, both grabbing my ass and lifting me up. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding onto his back for support and grabbing kisses as he moved us out of the living room to the stairs and up, into the master bedroom. Never had I been so thankful for what a gym could do to a man's body. And then I was against a wall, his hands sliding up my sides, thumbs shifting over lace, over my nipples. I tilted my hips towards his, needing to get closer as my center began to clench and age-old need drove my body, rational thought being dominated by desire, much as I was being held between a hard wall and a very hard man.
His lips found my neck, biting and sucking. I was half unaware of my hands and their journey around his body, reveling in the touch of skin, firm muscle, the peaks, and valleys of him. Everywhere was taut, toned and hardened and I wanted to feel, he made me feel. He pinched my nipples and I gasped, feeling warm wet pool between my legs.
"I could hold you here all night and take you against that wall, but it would be a shame to deprive my mouth of other parts of you," Jackson said, nipping my neck in between each work. He spun me around and we landed on the bed. Before I could begin to remove at least one piece of clothing, he was on me already, his mouth on mine. His hands lowered, pushing down my pants; I slipped off my top, wanting to get at least a little appreciation for my underwear, even if it wasn't destined to stay on for very long.
His mouth went straight to my center and he sucked on my clit through the lace. I whimpered, a noise I hadn't heard myself make since I could remember. "Fuck, Vanessa, I need to slow down."
"Why?" I managed to gasp. "Go slow next time. This won't be a one-time thing, right. I didn't peg you as a one-hit wonder?" I couldn't resist teasing him
He paused, pressed up against my body. I pushed my thighs together, needing to relieve some of the pressure between my legs. "If you didn't look so fucking amazing in that underwear, I'd leave you frustrated and finish myself off in the bathroom." His eyes glinted dangerously and I was at risk of pushing him back and mounting him. A year, more than a year, had already been too long without sex and given the still surprisingly clothed male specimen in front of me I had just met a hard limit. Even I had a breaking point.
I reached up to pull him down to me, but he slid down the bed and raised himself up on his knees. "Take your bra off."
I sat up, put my fingers to the clasp at the front – God bless Victoria's Secret – and stopped. "Take your vest off."
His chest I had seen before, muscled, tattooed, tanned. I took him in, licking my lips and knowing what it was doing to him. Then I moved my eyes to his, watching him as I unclasped my bra. My breasts had never been small, always more than a handful, with dark nipples that were like mood stones. His lips moved but no sound emerged, his eyes glued to my breasts. I expected him to move back in, to start to touch and suck and bite, but he regained eye contact instead. "And your panties."
I raised to my knees, pushing my breasts towards him and shucked my thong down to my knees, letting him see how bare I was, the flatness of my stomach and my own muscles. I loved the gym, how it made me feel and look. I was hoping Jackson would enjoy the same effect.
His sweatpants weren't hiding much and I suspected that was why he'd worn them. I could've told him to take them off but I was enjoying both the vulnerability and control. His eyes continued to cast over me, like a cat watching its prey and then I leaned in, pushing my breasts into his chest and straddling his lap, parting my legs. His hands immediately came up to my breasts, fingers to my nipples and he pinched hard, sending a jolt to my pussy. I could feel how slick I was already and loved it.
One of Jackson's hands shifted between my legs, a finger caught my clit, causing me to jerk. He pinched my nipple again and flicked my clit at the same time and my legs struggled to keep me up. He laughed softly. "You're so wet. You're drenched," he said. "Is this all for me?"
I opened my eyes that were now drowsy with desire. "Who else is here?"
He laughed again, a finger playing at my opening but not entering. I needed something inside me and shifted my hips to encourage him further. He moved his hand. "Need something, do we?"
"Fucker." I moved my hand from his shoulder and started to rub myself. He caught my wrist, holding it firmly.
"That's my job. Do I need to tie your hands?" His voice was low and firm and I lost the power to respond as he encouraged me to lie back, one of his hands holding my wrist, the other still tweaking a nipple. His mouth dropped to my center and he started to lick and suck. I wrapped my legs around him, keeping him close. My free hand went to his hair, grabbed and pulling, my nails digging into his scalp as I came hard and fast, my body jerking uncontrollably and my cries loud enough to disturb any roosting pigeons.
Jackson raised his head, still holding my wrist. His beard was glistening with my juices and he licked his lips. "How do you feel?" he said, sounding in complete control whereas I was anything but.
"Like I need you to fuck me hard." I knew what he'd done. He'd refused to put his fingers or tongue in me so I would be desperate for him to fill the space that needed him most.
He released my wrist and delved into the pocket of his sweats, pulling out a condom. Then he was naked, his cock pointed north to his stomach, thick and long and I heard myself moan as I watched him roll the condom on to his length. The orgasm had both spent me and left me needing more. I lay flat on my back, legs spread, pussy wet and swollen, breasts on show for him to do as he wished.
"You want me to fuck you hard?" he said, leaning over me. I reached for his back, starting to hold on. I felt his cock resting in between my legs and squirmed, trying to show him where I wanted it. "You need fucking so bad you can't speak?" He kissed me, slow and hard, demanding and forceful. I moved my hips again and he lifted his higher. Jackson bit my bottom lip and then lifted himself onto his hands, looking at me intently. "Can you take another orgasm?"
I nodded. "I need you in me. I want to feel your cock inside." I hooked a leg over his waist, looking down in between us. I could see my nipples, hard enough to cut glass and him, powerful legs between mine. Pushing up using my upper body, I sought relief by feeling his chest on my breasts.
There was laughter again from him, amusement at my need. Then he moved a hand down and positioned himself at my entrance and thrust into me, taking my breath from my body and causing that potent sting to throb through me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, the sweet pinch of pain as he began to pulse reverberating through my body and I heard my cry.
"You good?"
"Fuck, yeah." I felt him push further into me and I cried out. "Haven't had sex in ages."
"You're tight. I don't want to hurt you." He pulled out and then back in, faster, harder. My legs instinctively came up higher and he shifted them so they were over his arms, giving him deeper access and he set his rhythm, changing the angle to hit the spot deep inside me that made me cry his name.
