My heart races as a warmth fills me — a desire like I never felt for Axl. Everything is so different with Jackson. He seems older, more mature. More experienced.
I want to finish talking about Kristen, but not now. That one flirty comment he made about finding me naked in his room has me wanting him more than ever. I’ve been thinking about it since the first time we kissed. Wondering what it’d be like. I’ve only been with Axl, and it was never good, at least for me. I just went along with it for his sake, not mine.
Jackson kisses my neck, soft, light kisses that send tingles down my spine. God, it feels good. I love everything he does to me.
His hands move slowly up my sides as he lifts my shirt up. He takes it off, tossing it aside, then kisses me. Slow. Not rushed. The way he did when we first kissed. It was a kiss like I’d never had before. The kind of kiss that made my whole body come alive.
That’s how I feel now. Like my body’s coming alive with a heat and desire like I’ve never felt before. It’s filling every part of me, making my need for him even stronger. I want him so bad. I’ve thought about it. Dreamed about it. And now it’s finally happening.
My bra breaks free with a flick of Jackson’s finger. He slips the straps down my arms, and it falls to the ground. The cool air hits my skin, making my already hard nipples even harder. Jackson’s hands go under my thighs, and he hoists me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. His lips break from mine, and his mouth lowers to my breast, sucking and licking and driving me wild. I tip my head back, then open my eyes and catch a glimpse of the ocean in the distance.
My mind quickly goes back to that night. The night I saw Jackson in this exact same spot with another girl — Kristen. He was taking her shirt off. Holding her up just like he’s doing with me.
I feel his lips sliding up my neck, back to my mouth, and the memories from that night are erased, at least for now.
He sets me down on the couch and takes off his shirt. My eyes drink in his body, those abs, his muscular arms. The sun is down, making the room dark except for the moonlight coming in the windows.
“You want this, right?” he says over my mouth as he unbuttons my jeans. “It’s not too soon?”
I shake my head and hear him let out a breath, like he’s relieved that was my answer. He slides my jeans down my legs, then slowly makes his way up my body, his hands and mouth leading the way. He stops at my panties, and I feel the warmth of his breath on the part of me that wants him more than anything. He tugs at my panties, gently lowering them. I shiver as the warmth of his breath meets the cold air in the spot that’s now exposed. The flick of his tongue makes my hips rise from the couch, my head tipping back on the pillow.
“Oh, God,” I whisper. “That feels amazing.”
His hand gets in on the action, his fingers circling before sinking inside me.
I’m breathing hard, grasping for something to hold on to. It’s coming, but I don’t want it to. Not yet.
“Jackson.” I tug at his hair, trying to pull him away.
He ignores me, continuing to drive me wild. I’m soaring, higher and higher, unable to stop it.
My eyes squeeze shut, and I reach for him, desperate to grab onto something because the feeling is so damn strong. Why was it never like this with Axl? Why didn’t he do this to me? Maybe he couldn’t. Maybe he was too inexperienced to know how.
I feel the warmth of Jackson’s body lowering over mine. When I open my eyes, I see his face there, his mouth dropping down to my ear. “Last chance. You sure about this?”
“You really have to ask?” I say in a teasing tone.
He moves a little, and I feel him in the place that’s now soaked. Wanting him so bad, I can’t stand it.
He nudges in a little, and I flinch.
“Still sensitive?”
I smile. “A little.”
He pushes in a little more. He feels huge compared to what I’m used to. I’ve never felt this full. This stretched.
He’s all the way in now and stops to kiss me. The feeling of him buried deep inside me has me going again. I didn’t think that was possible, and maybe it’s not, but I feel like I’m headed that way. The warmth is back. The tingle of pleasure.
Jackson’s hips begin moving in a steady motion that reminds me of waves coming in, slowly pulling back, then forcefully hitting the shore. It’s addictive — consuming. The feel of his body. His scent. The way he moves.
It’s happening again. The feeling is building, even faster than before. When it hits me, I’m not prepared for it, or how long it lasts. I’m panting, my hands digging into Jackson’s back. I feel his hips jerk forward and then relax.
“Sorry,” he mutters, breathing hard. He looks at me. “I couldn’t stop.”
“What do you mean?”
“I was supposed to wait for you.”
