“No. It’s okay. Just go slow. It’s been a while.”
“You’re so tight and wet, I can’t take it,” he moans. “Jesus. You’re so ready for me.”
“I told you I wanted you.” I kiss his lips and trail down his neck, then flick his nipple with my forefinger.
“Your body is amazing. These curves? Made for me.”
With one urgent thrust, he pushes all the way in and we both gasp.
“I need you to move, Jackson.”
His eyes meet mine as he works his hips and with every thrust, I feel him breaking a piece of me apart.
Everything I’ve wanted to find in a man is in front of me right now. He’s considerate and taking his time. He’s watching me, silently making sure I’m okay with this.
He reaches a hand down in between us and finds my clit. Tapping it as he pulls out, then massaging it as he pushes in, I moan and rock beneath him.
“Yes, keep doing that.” I throw my head back.
“I can’t wait until I get my tongue on you. To lick you, to suck your clit. Fuck, you feel so good.” He’s still massaging me with every thrust. He picks up the pace and I lift my hips to meet him. “You’re doing so good, Chess.” His praise sends electricity through my body.
Maybe words are my kink, too?
His eyes are glassy. We’re both beginning to sweat, we’re about to come together. He drives his hips forward, taking more and more of me.
“Take it. Take me deep.” The sweetest of moans escapes him as he bottoms out. Hitting a spot inside of me that’s never been touched by another man, I shout.
“Jackson! Oh yes! I’m coming!” I spasm underneath him and can feel him go with me, filling me. He grunts and thrusts harder as we both come down from the high.
He slowly stills on top of me and kisses me.
“I could do that all night; it was fucking beautiful to watch.”
All of a sudden, I’m feeling shy and just nod and bury my head in his neck.
“Hey, no. Look at me. Where’d ya go?”
“I’m right here,” I sigh. “Your kink got me,” I laugh nervously. “No one has ever spoken to me like that during sex, and I’ve never been vocal like that either. I couldn’t help it in the moment, but now I feel weird.”
He’s still inside me. “Then you’ve been missing out, but I’m glad it’s me that gets to talk that way to you.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “Don’t feel weird. Are you kidding me? Hearing you respond to me like that was fucking hot!” He kisses me again, and rolling me to the side, he pulls out of me, and handles the condom then comes back to wrap himself around me.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Better than okay.”
“Good.” He kisses my neck and runs his hands around to my hips again. “That felt different.”
Iturn to face him. “Different how? Bad?”
He kisses my eyelids, trying to calm me. “No, not bad. Different good. Like, different perfect. Like... different you were made for me.”
My heart explodes. This man. I wrap my arms around him.
“This is so fast,” I say.
He strokes my face. “Not something a man wants to hear after sex, Chessy.”
I laugh and push at his chest. “I don’t want you thinking differently of me.”
