I grip her hip, and she slides her leg over my thigh. My cock presses against her opening, and she rocks against me.
She licks her lips nervously. “I’ve never?—”
“Me neither,” I admit.
Her blue eyes round in shock.
I smile. “I was waiting for you.”
She smiles slowly, and I lean forward, kissing her as I roll her onto her back. I move between her thighs and break the kiss as my cock nudges against her snug opening.
We lock eyes. She takes a deep breath and nods.
I grit my teeth as I push inside her. She’s so tight and hot. My balls draw up immediately. I fight back my orgasm, needing to get Fern off first. She’ll always come first with me. Always.
I push in an inch, bumping up against her virginity.
Fern and I share another long look. Lowering my head, I kiss her deeply as I thrust forward, sinking balls deep inside her.
I wait until she relaxes around my cock before I move—a few testing strokes at first, but we quickly fall into a rhythm.
Fern’s hips rise as I thrust forward, her tight pussy clamping down around my length with each movement. She’s so hot, so damn wet, that I slide easily in and out. Her tits bounce with each pounding thrust from my hips, and I’m mesmerized by the sight.
When her legs hitch higher around my waist, I know she’s close again. I recognize the signs now that I’ve made her come once.
Her nails dig into my arms, and she clings to me as she reaches her peak. I pound into her like a beast, my orgasm brewing in my balls. It’s so close, right there, just a little more…
I come with a growl and Fern’s name on my lips. “Fuck, Fern!”
“Jackson,” she cries, her pussy contracting around my cock.
I grit my teeth, my vision hazy with the force of my orgasm. It seems to go on and on. By the time I come back down, I’m spent.
I pull out of Fern slowly, collapsing onto my side next to her. She turns instantly, cuddling into my chest. When she tilts her chin up, I kiss her softly.
When we finally break apart, Fern rests her forehead against my chin, her hands resting on my chest.
“Jackson?”
“Yeah?”
She glances up at me. “I’m really glad you came tonight.”
I laugh. “Double meaning?”
She pauses, then grins. “No, I meant I’m glad you came and got me at dinner.”
My arms tighten around her automatically. “Me too, sweetheart.”
I tilt her chin up, unable to resist one more kiss.
SEVEN
Fern
I wakeup wrapped in Jackson’s arms, my head resting on his chest, his heartbeat slow and steady in my ear.
I smile. Last night was incredible. So incredible that it makes this whole wedding and dealing with my family worth it. Everything is so peaceful and easy with Jackson. It’s a breath of fresh air after the last year, and I’m determined to enjoy it for as long as possible.
