He put his weight on one arm, taking shorter thrusts and slipping his hand down to my clit. "I'm too sensitive," I said in between gasps.
"Come once more," he demanded, pressing down his fingers and sliding them. I felt my muscles clench and I swear I saw angels as I came apart. And then I heard his cry and felt his cock palpitate inside me as his thrusts slowed. I opened my eyes and saw his expression as he came, his eyes on me. "Fuck, fuck. You feel so good." He slowed, his breath coming hard and he touched his forehead to mine, his lips on mine, all mine. The kiss was tender and sweet. I urged him onto his side, his cock still in me, our bodies close and continued the kiss.
"You okay?" he said, almost a whisper.
I ran a hand up his chest, still not having had my fill of him. I didn't know I ever would. "Slightly short for words but yes, I feel good, really good. You?"
One of his hands resumed playing with my breast and I could feel need start to tickle. He kissed my neck and I shivered. "I need to clean up. Don't move." He pulled out of me and I wondered how long I need to leave it before suggesting we ditch condoms without sounding either clingy or whorish.
"I don't think I can."
I stayed lying on top of the covers, my breasts exposed. The night was warm and I felt no need to cover up. Jackson had seen me naked plenty and I was proud of my body. He chuckled as he came back into the bedroom, stopping near the door and looking at me. "I've just had you and I want you again." I propped myself up on my hands and looked over at him, catching sight of myself in the mirrors that fronted the wardrobe. I looked flushed, my lips and breasts swollen, my hair mussed. If anyone visited now they'd know what we'd been doing just from my hair. "You look beautiful."
He sat on the bed, edging me forward so he could move behind me, pulling my back to his chest. He started to massage my shoulders, slow, tender movements across skin that was already sensitized. "Move your arms around my neck," he said, guiding them. I realized it would give him free access to my breasts. "Your nipples are really sensitive, aren't they?"
I nodded as his hands moved over them, twisting, pinching and then his lips were on my neck and I bucked my hips, needing him again already. He caught my eyes through the mirror, reminding me of two nights ago when we were stood in front of the window at Sophie's. My body was exposed to him, we could watch his hands and the effect they had on me, my nipples hard, my breasts swollen. The soft light in the room made the wetness in between my legs glisten and I brought my knees together, realizing how on show I was.
"Let me see," he said. "You can feel what you're doing to me." I could. He was hard against my back, so hard I could feel him throb. His right hand slipped down in between my legs and I heard my wetness as his fingers started to move. We both watched, my hips starting to shift, my legs further apart to give him more access, so we could both see. I had never in my life been so abandoned, so wanton. "You're loving this, aren't you? I'm going to make you come so hard and then I'm going to fuck you from behind so you can watch. But it's only me who gets to do this," he spoke softly and then he pinched my clit and I called out. "I'm the only one who gets to touch you here and feel inside you." He pressed a finger quickly into me and then withdrew, resuming the circular massage of my clit. My pussy began to clench and I pushed myself harder into his hand. He bit my neck and I came, my tremors breaking my body.
Without giving me time to catch my breath, Jackson guided me onto my hands and knees, pulling open a drawer. I spread my legs wider, watching through the mirror. I saw him roll on the condom and then line up behind me. "Can't believe I need to be inside you again," he said as he pushed in deeply, holding my hips. "Next time, we'll be slow, but I can't right now. Watching you come..." He stopped speaking and I saw his eyes half close in the mirror. "Shit, Van, you're as tight as a vice, I've never felt anything like it. Fucking wish I wasn't wearing anything. I'm desperate to come in you." He ground his hips furiously, the angle catching that rare spot inside me. Then he wrapped one hand around my hair and pulled, not enough to hurt or be uncomfortable. The reflection was pornographic; my breasts swinging, his hand now holding one. My hands were on the mattress, the position giving his mouth access to my neck and I realized I'd be marked there tomorrow and into Monday.
"Touch yourself," he said. "I want to watch you touch yourself and feel you come on my dick." I reached down and felt the wetness around my folds. Groaning, I started to touch, knowing that given the show we were watching in the mirror and his rough talk I was close. "I can't tell you the things I want to do to you. Fuck going out tomorrow, I'm not letting you leave."
I leaned my head on his shoulder as my insides started to clench. He let go of my hair and breast and grabbed my hips, slowing the movement. "I'm fucking coming so hard!"
We both slowed and Jackson started to collapse back, bringing me down to his chest, wrapping his arms around me. "Will you stay?" The words were said so softly, as if he was scared I'd be startled by any loud noise and leave. The bedroom seemed soothingly quiet now our cries had ceased, as if the walls were wrapping around us.
"Do you want me to go?" I wasn't sure how I would cope if he said no and I had to leave after what we'd done.
"Fuck no." He moved his hands over my back keeping me close. "I really want you to stay so I can wake up with you tomorrow morning and then have you again, slowly. Then I can make you breakfast and help you wash in the shower. It nearly fucking killed me before, knowing you were naked in the shower and I wasn't with you, helping you to get clean."
I laughed gently. "You need to stop talking like that, Jacks. Otherwise, neither of us will be capable of anything in the morning." He kissed me and then moved his hips away, discarding the condom into a tissue and putting it next to the bed. "I'm on the pill. And I'm clean. I was tested after I split from..."
"You don't need to say his name, not in here," he said, curling back up to me. "Let's get under the covers." We tucked ourselves under the blankets, the sheets hotel-soft, and I curled into him.
We talked quietly, the silence of the house heightening the intimacy. At that moment there was just the two of us and nothing else existed, no work, no family or exes, just us. I felt cocooned and safe and didn't want to be anywhere else. We only moved to wash and use the bathroom, the dinner pots ignored until the morning.
"I'm clean too," Jackson said, my head on his chest, body draped across half of his. My fingers traced his tattoos, the designs, and pictures he had chosen to etch his body with. "Do we leave the condoms?"
"I think so," I said, my finger now tracing his nipple. "Why so many tattoos?"
"I like them," he said, his hand stroking my back, instilling a sense of calm I hadn't felt since I was a small girl. "They're kind of a timeline of my life, I suppose." I had already found his siblings' names wrapped in the quills of a feather. "Max and Callum both have a sleeve and a few others. Seph keeps talking about getting one, but he's too soft."
"What about your sisters?" I said, even though my voice was quiet it filled the room, such as the silence. It felt like an oasis away from the noise of London, so calm and peaceful and just us, cocooned away. "Do they have any?"
He ran a finger up and down my spine, a soft touch that melted me into him. "Payton has one on her back, an abstract justice symbol – Max and I have a similar one. Claire has one, but none of us know what it is or where."
"Ava?"
"I don't think so. She was talking about it, but I don't know if she ever got anything done. She's the biggest workaholic of all of us," he said. I was curled into him, my legs entangled with him, the pair of us marooned on a small part in the center of the big bed.
"Why did you want to be a lawyer?" I said, my hand on his stomach, slowly stroking the muscle that was there. If this was just a weekend, if nothing came of it, it would be worth the inevitable heartache.
He pressed his lips to the top of my head, pulling me in closer. "It was because of my father. He had us working at the office during summers when we weren't at school and we grew up listening to him talk to Marie about cases. She was a lawyer as well – the Greene in Callaghan Green. The two firms merged shortly after they got married."
"Could you have done something else? You don't seem the type of person to do something just because you should," I said. The tattoos, the longish hair and the motorbike weren't what you would normally associate with someone who managed a law firm. He intrigued me, making me want to know him, listen to him.
Jackson laughed quietly. "Dad wanted us to go into business of some sort. Going to university was a given and we were fortunate in that the cost of it wasn't something we had to worry about. Callum was a shock for him as working with animals wasn't something dad had considered as a career for us, but he was happy that Cal was happy. Ava's the baby, so she could've done anything and dad would've thought it was wonderful. What about you? Why marketing?"
