He leans down and presses small kisses along my spine. “I love you,” he whispers, more to himself than to me.
Will I ever tire of hearing him say those words?
Never.
When I feel his fingers on me, I look between my legs and watch him collect my wetness, dragging it up to my behind, then wetting his cock and working himself up for a few seconds.
If I weren’t already bent over, I’d be weak in the knees from the sight. Everything Jack does is such a turn-on that it’s almost too much to handle.
“Like that, sweetheart? You like watching me touch myself?”
I have no words to answer him with when he nudges himself against my opening, but we both know the truth—of course I like it.
I love it.
“Touch yourself, baby. I need you more open than this,” he croaks, sounding pained, only in the best way.
Without any hesitation from me, my hand is on my clit. Soon after, I begin to soften, and the tip of him slips in.
Shit, that burns.
He holds my hips still. “You’re in control, B. Push back and take it slow. I’m too crazed right now to take over.”
Turning him on turns me on, and by his loud, deep moans, I know Jack’s in all his glory. So I try to quickly move back and forth, dismissing the pressure and pain I feel.
His hands continuously squeeze my hip bones, assisting my every move. My bottom lip stays secured between my teeth as I bite down with every soft thrust.
All while simultaneously trying to forget the sheer size of what’s currently inside me.
Jack’s support is not cutting it anymore. I stop touching myself and place my other hand on the bed, bracing myself for what’s to come.
He starts to take over, and he’s bottomed out in no time. I drop my head and close my eyes to block the burn.
“You okay?”
“Mmm. Give me a second.”
Quicker than I thought, the it begins to fade, so I reach back and squeeze his hand in a silent gesture, telling him that I’m ready.
He pulls back, starting slowly as his cock slips in and out of my tight hole. He’s being measured and considerate, but I want him to lose control.
I want this to be the best thing in his life without worrying about being careful.
“Harder, Jack,” I whisper. “Right now, give it to me.”
His grip on my waist tightens and he pulls me back with force, slamming me down on his cock. “Fuck, yeah,” he grits. “So. Fucking. Good.”
I’ve never felt pleasure like this before. With every fiber of my being, I know it’s because it’s Jackson.
We begin to move in sync… His pumps are deeper, rougher. My whole body is on sensory overload.
He pushes between my shoulder blades and I fly forward, tearing at the sheets for something to hold on to as he really starts to give it to me.
His fingers slide from my hip to my sex, and that does it. I’m done for.
A deep burn starts from my toes and takes over my body. “Jack,” I scream for what seems like forever as the most intense orgasm rips through me relentlessly.
“Oh, fucking hell,” he groans deeply. “Do you know how fucking hot it is to take my wife like this?”
