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His eyes heat and darken in a way that makes my body shiver with anticipation.
“You’re perfect,” he says, and my heart swells.
“Make love to me, Jackson,” I urge him, tired of trying to fight the inevitable.
His eyes offer love as he drops to his knees in front of me and grips my hips. He glances up, as if trying to see if I am okay before he flattens his tongue against my clit.
My body jolts, a wave of electricity firing through my pussy. I tangle my fingers in his hair, holding him in place as his tongue swirls through my folds. Pleasure builds deep inside me, every inch of my body trembling with need as he works me over.
“You’re so wet for me, my little Dove.”
Those words make my legs shake. I can feel how wet I am; I feel it pooling down there with every swipe of his tongue. It makes me slick, and he slides two fingers inside me with ease.
I’m dizzy with all the sensations washing over me as he finger-fucks me while continuing to use his tongue against my clit. I sag against the wall, my legs only keeping me upright because of his hold on me. My chest is tight, the air barely moving past my choked throat as my orgasm starts to build.
I can hardly focus on anything but my labored breathing and the wet sounds coming from me as he continues to eat me.
He pushes his fingers so deep inside me that a guttural groan escapes my lips as my orgasm swamps me.
I see double for a moment, my head pounding in time with my racing heart as I go over the edge. His fingers are bruising as he keeps me upright, even though my legs try to fold.
Still gripping me, he stands, kicking off his boots before shoving his jeans down. I can’t stop my fingers from reaching out for his hard-on, barely contained within his boxer briefs. He is hard as granite, and he is well endowed.
When I apply pressure to his cock, Jackson lets out a feral growl that makes my pussy contract.
“I need to be inside you.”
I kiss a trail down his jaw before pressing my lips to his. I can taste myself on him, and it heightens my arousal. “I need that too,” I tell him.
He shoves his boxers down, his cock finally free from the confines of his underwear. I lower my eyes to look at it, widening at how thick his shaft is. I’m not sure if he is going to fit inside me, and that thought alone makes me anxious.
“You were made to take me, Dove,” he assures me, clearly understanding my trepidation for what it is.
I don’t even know how we end up in the bedroom, but we’re there when he gently lowers me onto the mattress before he runs a hand over my stomach. There is something familiar in that gesture, something that triggers a feeling inside me that I don’t understand.
He’s done this before.
An image of us lying together, surrounded by dirty blankets, fills my vision for a moment. His hand is splayed over my belly, tracing patterns, and the look on his face is so at peace, so different from anything I have seen from him, that it makes me want to cry.
As quick as it appears, it vanishes, and I’m looking up at Jackson standing over me, his cock in his hand as he runs it through my folds.
I don’t remember us being together in the past, but my body does. Instinctively, I spread my legs wide to accommodate him as he slowly eases the tip of his cock inside me.
He leans over me, sucking a nipple into his mouth. I arch my back at the sensations tingling through me, forcing my breast deeper into his mouth and his cock further inside me. I can feel him everywhere, his hard length pinning me beneath him as he inches inside my body. I thrust my hips up, forcing him deeper.
“My impatient girl,” he murmurs.
My smile is probably dazed as I lower myself back onto the mattress so he can begin to thrust. Jackson pulls back, almost to the tip, before pushing back inside. He repeats this motion over and over, his strokes starting lazily before picking up pace. I keep my legs wide so I can feel every inch he gives me.
Gripping the sheets, trying to breathe through ragged inhalations, my head swims as he alternates between tweaking my nipples and running circles over my clit.
I’m not going to last long, and judging by the way his brow is deeply furrowed, neither is he.
Everything about this is perfect. I feel surrounded by him, loved by him, and I never want this moment to end. I will cherish this for the rest of my life, and if it is the only memory I will ever have of us together, I will hold it deeply in my heart.
It doesn’t take long for either of us to reach our climax. He goes over first, his seed spilling inside me, pushing me over the edge. I dig my nails into his back, my body vibrating with pleasure until I see stars.
Jackson slows his thrusts before he collapses on top of me, burying his nose into my neck. My wolf lets out a happy noise as I take Jackson’s weight momentarily before he rolls off me. His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, our bodies glistening with sweat.
