I had closed my eyes, surrounding myself with his warmth and voice. His naked skin next to mine was slowly stroking my senses with its silky hardness and soft smell that I couldn't soak up enough of. "I always liked to sell things. My gran ran the post office where I grew up and I was always around there as a little girl, especially after my mother died. I liked to do the displays and dress the window. I was quite arty and adverts fascinated me, so I kind of fell into it. I was the first in my family to go to university and it was a bit of culture shock as I really was a country girl. I had to work hard."
He nuzzled into my hair, a hand on my ass, pulling me closer still, if it were possible. "You do work hard. I've seen and heard you the last couple of days. What you've done for your firm is impressive. You should be proud."
The words made me smile. My dad rarely said much about my job, not particularly understanding. Gran had more of an idea, but she'd always been proud of me. It felt good to have someone else recognizing what I had done, even though I was currently in his bed, naked. "There's still a lot to do," I said. "And the whole situation with buying or being bought out by Richard isn't great,"
His thumbs massaged my ass and I felt my body responding sweetly. "Just appreciate yourself and the massive strides you've made."
The touching led to soft kisses which slowly became more demanding, my body responding like a well-oiled machine, the emphasis on the oiled. I moved my leg over his hip as he faced me and guided him into me slowly. I came quickly, the angle helping to hit all my hot spots, and Jackson followed, then let me collapse back onto his chest, keeping hold of me.
"They'll be a wet patch," I murmured into his chest.
I felt him laugh. "Let's clean up then sleep."
For the first time in more than twelve months, I slept soundlessly, wrapped up in the heat of another person and I didn't know how I was ever going to manage to sleep without him.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Chapter Nine
Jackson
My arms were full of a soft woman when I woke, dark hair spread over the pillows, her ass tipped into my groin where my cock had already decided it was going to get lucky. Sunlight drizzled in through the full windows, tinted so no one could see. I had to take Vanessa outside the night before to prove that we had complete privacy despite there being no curtains. I figured it was about nine and a quick glance at the clock told me I was right. Early enough to doze back to sleep, maybe even put my morning wood to good use, if Vanessa was so inclined.
Last night had destroyed something in me. Vanessa had been so responsive with her body and her words. I didn't remember coming so hard in my life, watching her in the mirror, balls deep in her from behind, it seemed more like a fantasy I had conjured up. But she was there in my bed this morning, sheets crumpled over her, her bare skin next to mine.
I put my arm around her, cupped her breast. She was sound asleep still, completely relaxed and as much as I wanted to be inside her again, I didn't want to disturb her when I knew how busy her weeks were with work. Untangling myself as carefully as possible, I silently apologized to my cock for blocking him and headed to the kitchen for coffee, pulling pajama bottoms and t-shirt from a set of drawers.
I was brewing a second pot and reading a newspaper on my iPad when Vanessa stood at the door dressed in one of my t-shirts that swamped her, making her look even tinier than she was. "Morning," she said, smiling. "Is that coffee I can smell?"
"I'll get you a mug." I stood and went to the cupboard where she met me, stretching for a mug herself.
"You don't have to wait on me," she said. "Just tell me where things are." She put a hand on my stomach and I couldn't resist bending down and kissing her. She tasted of mint and herself. I lifted her up on to the kitchen counter, her legs wrapping around me and tried to keep my kiss tame. "What do you want for breakfast?"
"You."
Okay, then. Clearly keeping things tame wasn't on her menu. She kissed me back, her hands creeping under my t-shirt and below my waistband. I returned the favor, pushing up the t-shirt and pulling it over her head. There was nothing underneath. "You trust me now that no one can see through the windows?"
"You think?" She pulled my t-shirt off roughly and started to run her tongue over my chest, following the lines of the tattoos there, her hand slipping into my pajamas, fingers caressing my cock which was now standing to attention.
I bent down to kiss her neck, nipping on the sweet spot I'd found last night. My mouth traveled down to her tits, sucking a nipple and pulling it between my teeth. She mewled, pushing her chest out further, my hand holding the other one, thumb roughly brushing the tip. I switched my mouth over, sucking harder this time. Vanessa bucked her hips towards me, urging my attention to her pussy. I moved my hand down and slid fingers around her folds and onto her clit. She was wet and she came quickly and loudly with just a few flicks of my finger. As soon as her tremors subsided she pushed my pajamas down with her feet. "You want me inside you? Bare again?" I said. "Never met anyone as greedy." Her hands went on my shoulders and she shimmied her ass back on the counter. It had been years since I hadn't used a condom. Yes, it felt better without, but it gave me some control over contraception and my own health. My family had money, and I'd discovered just like my brothers had, that it was an aphrodisiac on its own.
"Yes, to wanting you inside me. Yes, to you being bare. Just get inside me, Jackson, I want to come again. I want you to come inside me."
I said a silent thank you to my father's friend for installing solid kitchen units, arranging us so I could enter her and make good use of the breakfast bar for a purpose that it hadn't been designed for. Her nails dug into my ass as I fucked her, her heat and tightness eclipsing anything else in my universe.
"Holy shit!" she called out, her tits bouncing with every thrust. "Harder, harder and I'm going to come."
I did as the lady asked, ignoring the hardness of the work surface under my knees as elsewhere I was in heaven. She tightened around me and yelled my name, milking my cock as she climaxed. I spilled into her, needing to push weight onto my hands to stabilize myself. I looked at her flushed face, satisfaction washed across it. Her breasts heaved with her breath and the next time I knew I wanted to come over them, to mark my territory. I saw her watching me stare at her nakedness and she smiled. "I love you looking at me like that," she said.
"How am I looking at you?"
"Like I'm yours."
"You let anyone else fuck you like that?" I was still inside her, still joined. My dick still throbbed.
"No one's ever fucked me like that, Jackson. I've never let anyone take me on a kitchen counter before either." She pushed herself up with her hands. "Or from behind in front of a mirror."
"Good." I wasn't sure what else to say without making myself sound like a possessive stalker. My eyes paraded from her face to her tits, nipples still hard. Her body was toned, muscular and it suited her, her breasts were more than a handful and firm, large dark nipples that responded beautifully. I groaned as I pulled out of her and grabbed a kitchen roll, attempting to clean her up. "How about a shower? Want to get clean before I make us breakfast?"
