“I need to know if you taste as sweet as I think you do.”
Breathless and speechless, I nod. His fingers hook into the sides of my shorts and I lift my hips up enough for him to slide them down. The cold of the stone countertop makes me gasp when my sensitized skin hits it, but the chill is erased by pure heat when Jackson bends down, and I feel his warm breath against my sex.
“Fuck yes,” he growls just before swiping his tongue up the length of my slit. My head falls back, and I prop myself up with my hands as he stokes the fire burning inside of me higher and higher. He presses his tongue flat against me, exerting just the right amount of pressure and one of my hands flies to his head to hold him there.
I start to breathe heavier and faster as my release starts to build. The man is a fucking genius with his mouth, and a small part of my brain wonders how the hell his ex ever managed to walk away from this. I don’t realize his hands have moved from my hips, where he was holding me so tightly I’m pretty sure I’ll have fingerprint bruises there tomorrow, until I feel two thick fingers sliding into me. His thumb moves in a circle on my clit, two fingers thrust in and out, and oh fuck, there’s his tongue again, too.
“Oh my God. Oh God. Oh Jackson. There. Don’t stop. Yes. Yes. Yes.” My words turn into a garbled mess as I cry out, overtaken by the most intense orgasm I have ever had. If it weren’t for the cabinet behind me holding me up right now, I would collapse. Eventually the waves of my release subside, and I become aware of the fact that I’m sitting on my kitchen counter, completely naked.
I blink open my eyes to see Jackson staring at me intently.
“You’re stunning when you come.”
Somehow, I find the ability to speak. “Maybe we could make it happen again?” I loop my arms around his neck and pull him forward so I can kiss him. I can taste myself on his lips, but it only makes me want him even more. And clearly, he feels the same way, because he slides his hands under my ass and lifts me into his arms.
“Where’s the bedroom?”
I point in the direction of the hallway that leads to my room, and he takes off for it, his long legs eating up the distance.
My bed is still a mess from last night, but he doesn’t seem to care as he lays me down, coming over top of me just as he did on the couch earlier. When I push at his chest again, confusion mars his handsome face. Until, that is, he rolls off of me and I immediately move to straddle his hips. I bend down, letting my long hair fall around us. Jackson reaches his hand up to gather it away from my face, gently tugging my face down so he can kiss me deeply, like he needs me more than air to breathe. We grind on top of each other, our bare skin slick with heat. It’s the hottest make out session of my life, and I know it’s only going to get hotter.
I pull back and lean over to open the top drawer of my bedside table. It may have been a stupidly long time since I had sex, but a girl’s gotta be prepared. I take out a strip of condoms and toss them on the bed.
When my eyes meet his again, I realize I might need more protection than a small circle of latex. I might need to protect my heart before he finds a way through all of my defenses.
“Just remember, don’t fall for me.” My joke falls flat on my ears, but Jackson just quirks his lips at me before sitting up, using one hand to grip the back of my neck while the other slides down to my hip. He presses me in tighter against his body, and my body starts to writhe on top of him once again as he kisses me. His lips are a drug that I don’t mind being addicted to. After a minute or so— but who’s counting — I bring my hands to the button on his shorts. When they’re open, I slide them down, taking his boxers with them, watching shamelessly as his cock springs free.
Holy. Shit.
It’s long, and thick, and perfect. I lick my lips with anticipation, and Jackson groans.
“Fuck. Don’t do that, Mila.”
“Do what?” I grin at him wickedly, and do it again, taking my time, making sure my tongue caresses every corner of my lips.
With a growl he grabs me by the hips and suddenly I’m on my back again, with his hard length pressed against me.
“Please tell me you’re okay with hard and fast, because it’s been a while, darlin’, and you’ve got me ready to explode with how fucking sexy you are.”
“Yes. Now.” I push the strangled words past my lips as I writhe underneath his hands that are traveling up and down my body. I reach down and take his cock in my hand, stroking it once, twice, then notching it at my entrance. My sex is slick with arousal, and he slides through my folds easily, but that’s not enough. I need to feel him inside of me. As deep as he can go.
I don’t need words to communicate right now, my body does all the talking for me. I open my hips wide and lift my legs to wrap around Jackson’s waist. His tip penetrates me, but he’s holding back. My hands go to his ass, and I squeeze. His lips move from my neck to my mouth, and as he kisses me, he plunges in and my hips rise to meet him.
Jackson stills, his cock so far inside it feels like we are one. “Mila,” he whispers my name almost reverently, and I swear his eyes can see into my soul. I didn’t expect it to feel this intense; this is meant to just be sex between friends. Nothing more. But there are dangerous feelings being stirred up inside of me. I close my eyes and start to move underneath him, hoping he’ll get the message. I need this to just be physical. I need to keep my heart out of it.
With every stroke of his cock, I feel my control slipping a little bit more. He reaches down and lifts one of my legs up and over his shoulder, and the change in position makes me shriek out his name. He pounds into me, and I can feel every inch of him touching me, burning me.
“Jackson. Ohmygod. Jackson. Yes. Yes. Yes. Ahhhh!”
I grab at the sheets beside me, my back arching as my body takes over. And when Jackson bends down and pulls my breast into his mouth, sucking it hard, I combust. I’m gone, free falling into the chasm of my release, screaming incoherently from the sheer intensity of my orgasm. I hear him grunt out my name as he slams into me, forcing me to yet another peak.
We’re both breathing heavily when he eventually rolls off of me, landing on his back beside me. My hands land on my stomach, and instead of the post-sex intimacy glow I want, I’m filled with confusion and trepidation. I know how earth-shatteringly amazing that was for me physically, but emotionally I’m a jumbled-up mess. And I have absolutely no clue what Jackson is thinking right now.
“Well, damn.” His voice is hoarse but holds a note of pure satisfaction.
I look over to see one arm stretched over his head, putting his muscular torso on display, with a light sheen of sweat covering every inch of his skin. I have to mentally hold myself back from turning on my side and cuddling up against him. I want to. So badly. But just because we had sex doesn’t mean things are changing. I don’t want them to change.
Do I?
