A whimper escapes me, and I dive down to kiss him again, needing his words in my mouth. His arms wrap around me, easily flipping us over until he hovers over me, all the while kissing me like the world would end if he stopped for even a moment. Every swipe of his tongue against mine steals my breath, ratcheting up the desire slowly inching towards a crescendo inside me. How this beautiful man could want me will never make sense to my tiny little lizard brain.
Jackson slowly lowers his body until our cocks line up. The heat of him, the weight of him, just Jackson being Jackson about does me in. I hurriedly wrap my legs around his waist, arching up to meet him thrust for thrust as his tongue plunders my mouth. At the touch of his finger to my entrance, I keen wildly, breaking from his mouth to gasp for air.
“Fuck me,” I beg, voice strained even to my own ears. “Please, Jackson. I swear to God, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. Just you, inside me.”
“Shhhhhh.” Jackson kisses me into silence again, the entire time working his finger inside. I bear down to make it easier for him to get lube into me. He kisses me the entire time, slowly moving his finger until my eyes are rolling with the ecstasy ofhis touch. Only two fingers have me gasping and grabbing at his shoulders. I need more.
He pulls away from my mouth to stare deeply into my eyes, lips just a breath away from mine. “I’ll be inside you soon. I promise, Harper. Trust me, always.”
My legs tremble around his hips as he rubs relentlessly at my prostate. Pressure builds at the base of my spine in the telltale sign of an approaching orgasm. I press my hand against his head and shove him away roughly with a snarl.
“You’re going to make me come, you fucking asshole. If you don’t quit playing around and fuck me right now, this entire goddamn party is going to be over.”
Jackson chuckles and playfully nips at my fingers, but he listens all the same. Withdrawing his fingers from me, he bends my knees toward me. “Hold your legs here so you’re open for me. Do it.”
The ability to argue has suddenly fled my entire being. I do as he says and hold my legs up, hungrily watching as he strokes a generous amount of lube onto his scarily huge dick. Seriously. The thing is bigger than most of my toys. A brief moment of panic hits me at the idea of his cock not fitting or even alternatively causing me pain. But I trust in Jackson, and I know he’d never purposefully cause me pain.
Jackson grabs my thighs and roughly shoves them higher up until he can fit himself between them, hovering over me with one elbow beside my head. The head of his cock notches against my hole, stealing every molecule of air from my lungs. His hand tangles in my hair again, tugging until I lift my gaze to his.
“Watch me while I fuck you,” Jackson orders just as he presses into me.
For one brief moment, it hurts, but then I breathe and relax, bearing down against him. It might be my first time getting fucked by a person, but I’ve fucked myself enough to rememberhow it goes. Jackson slowly slides home, holding my gaze the entire time. My world cracks into a splintered million pieces only to reform when he bottoms out inside me.
“Made for me,” Jackson murmurs just before kissing me again.
I loop my arms around his neck, using the leverage to thrust my hips up. Jackson slides deeper into me, and I grin against his mouth. Sucking his bottom lip between mine, I use my heels to spur him on faster.
“You can do better than this,” I point out with an air of disapproval.
“Do you have pointers?”
Tilting my head back against the pillows, I bite back a whimper when he rolls his hips. “Maybe you should…” I arch my back when he hits my prostate, sending tingles of pleasure rolling through my body. “You should…”
Oh God. I’m not going to ever finish a sentence while he’s fucking me. Jackson’s grin is wide and knowing as he leans up on his hands over me, rolling his hips so that he’s grinding inside instead of thrusting. My eyes roll back in my head at the feel of him, hot and hard inside me. He swivels his hips in a circle, pulling a deep moan from the very pit of my stomach.
“Jackson,” I whimper.
“We’re getting closer.”
“I want to ride you, roll over.”
Jackson pauses, his eyes wide as he stares down at me. “What?”
I slap his chest hard. “You heard me. Roll over.”
Jackson stares until I slap his chest again, spurring him into action. I yelp when he rolls over, still inside me. Straddling him sends him deeper, and I lean forward with my hands pressed to his chest, gasping at the intensity of the feeling. I can feel him in my throat, in my heart, fucking everywhere.
Jackson palms my hips. “I can teach you to ride.”
And then he does. Jackson squeezes my hips in his large palms and lifts me up, showing me how to ride him. The motion is unfamiliar and new, but it’s kind of like riding a bike. Once I get the motion down, it’s easy to repeat. I swivel my hips when his groin is flush against my ass, mostly grinding. His fingers dig hard into my hips, and his chest heaves as I repeat the movement.
This position feels great but not as earth-shattering as him hovering over me. I stop mid-roll of my hips and stare down at him.
“This is a lot of work,” I say with a pout.
Jackson flips us over again, his cock pressing hard against my prostate. Stars light up my vision, and I grip his shoulders tightly. He repeats the movement over and over until I’m a trembling, silent mess beneath him.
“Lick my hand,” Jackson orders, holding his hand in front of me.
