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She took a sip of her wine and then looked up at me. “Thank you again, Jackson, for all of your help today.”
“It was my pleasure,” I gently stroked her cheek with the pad of my thumb. “I love spending time with you.” I hoped that sounded sincere; I meant it with all of my heart.
She leaned into me and pressed her lips gently to mine. She rested her head against my chest and, I absently traced patterns with my fingertips on her bare legs. I could hold her like this forever.
Alissa
It felt incredible to be in his arms. He had the most graceful hands, and I was absolutely mesmerized as I watched them trail up my legs. We cuddled and discussed the day, speaking in hushed tones as if we shared some great secret.
After a while, he leaned forward and set his mostly empty glass of wine on the table.
Then he took mine from my hand and did the same. My breath caught in my throat as he looked at me with lust-filled eyes. He turned his body more fully to me and ran his fingertips up the length of my arm from my wrist to my shoulder. A trail of burning fire was left it its wake. He kissed me gently, and then pulled back just a hair and traced the outline of my lips with his tongue. Everything he did was too light, too gentle, and my body was screaming for more.
I leaned into him, trying to achieve further contact, but he moved away from me an inch at a time, baiting me into following his body, driving me mad with his resistance. He moved gracefully, reclining further onto the couch and silently directing me with his hands and his mouth. He smiled against my lips when the full length of my body was finally flush with his, my legs straddling his hips. His hands moved to my ass, pulling me more firmly to him. I ground myself against him wantonly, putting pressure on his erection as he bucked his hips. He hummed softly as we kissed, exploring my body with his gentle hands, encouraging me to move with him.
It was like an exquisite torture, never enough. The friction was incredible, but I wanted to feel his skin against mine. As if reading my thoughts, his hands slid under the hem of my shirt and lifted. I pushed away, lifting my arms, and allowing him to pull it over my head. He cupped my breast through my lace bra and teased my hard nipple with the pad of his thumb. His touch shot straight to my core, and I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips.
He lowered his mouth to my neck and sucked gently at the soft spot where my neck and shoulder met. I arched up into his touch, wanting more, begging him with my body.
“Fuck, Alissa,” he sighed. “You are so beautiful.” In that moment, I believed him. I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world under his attentions. I wanted to give him my body, my soul. I needed to be closer.
With cat-like speed and agility, he sat up and lifted me from the couch, my legs still around his waist, his hands secure under my ass. I could feel his hard length pressed against me as he carried me upstairs.
I placed open-mouthed kisses along his neck, under his jaw, feeling the vibrations as he growled low in his throat. So fucking sexy. His skin was slightly salty on my tongue, delicious.
He pushed his way through his bedroom door and stood me up beside his bed. I clung to him, my hands fisted in the short hair at the back of his neck. I kissed him aggressively, frantically, trying to quench the aching need between my legs. We undressed each other hurriedly. His hands were everywhere, setting each newly exposed piece of skin on fire with his touch.
His body was perfection, long and lean. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his shorts and gently tugged them down over his cock. It felt smooth and hard against my stomach as he kicked his shorts across the floor. His skin was cool under my heated hands as I explored his abs and hips. I had never seen a man so sexy. His posture was self-assured, his hands so deliberate, his body a sculpted work of art.
He lifted me onto the bed and crawled between my legs. He placed a line of kisses up my torso from the base of my hipbone to the underside of my breast. He gently nipped at me and blew cool air across my overheated skin. I arched up under him, touching every inch of his skin that I could reach.
“Please,” I begged softly, “I need you.”
His lips closed around the peak of my nipple, and he sucked me into his mouth. “Oh God.
Yes.”
He worked my body into a frenzy, slowly driving me higher with his hands and mouth. I bucked against his palm as he slid two fingers into my aching pussy, opening me up for him. He tortured me with slow, deliberate movements, not allowing me to rush him, ignoring my pleading. He curled his fingers inside me, and I threw my head back in desperation. He rubbed gentle circles on my clit with his thumb and pinned me to the bed with his muscled form. His fingers pumped in and out of me steadily.
His rough voice in my ear praised me, “So hot. So good.” My body spiraled out of control, and I was helpless to do anything but give into him. “I want you to come for me, Alissa,” he begged, and I obeyed, falling over the edge in a tidal wave of pleasure.
I was still shaking from the force of my orgasm when he hooked my leg over his hip and slid his hard cock into me one inch at a time. He let out a sexy moan as he sunk into me balls deep, and I rejoiced in my ability to cause such a reaction in him. He set a hard steady pace, and I writhed beneath him, meeting his thrusts and taking him as deep as I could. His thick cock was seeking and finding places within me that awoke for the first time. His muscles flexed and strained under my hands as I clung to him.
“Fuck yes,” he panted breathlessly.
He pinched my nipples gently at first and then increased the pressure as he pounded into me. I dug my nails into his back in return. “God, I love this,” he growled into my ear, “such a hot little pussy.” Hearing such filthy words from his sweet, gentlemanly lips brought out the most primal desires in me.
“Please, please, please,” I begged unabashedly. “Don't stop, Jackson.” He increased his pace and drove into me without mercy. It felt like the universe was shattering around me. Nothing made sense but the feel of his slick skin against mine. He shifted his body over me so that he could pinch my sensitive bundle of nerves, and I exploded around him. My orgasm was hard and sudden, throwing me forward without warning. He thrust into me three or four more times and then followed me over the edge with a masculine grunt.
We lay in a tangled heap of sweaty limbs for a few minutes before he carefully extracted himself from my embrace. I rolled to my side, and he gently rearranged the covers around us, tucking me in and then spooning his warm body around mine. I had never been so relaxed, and never felt so secure. I was exhausted from the combination of the stressful day and my own nervousness. Now that my body was relaxed and satiated, sleep was quickly approaching.
“You are so incredible,” he said softly, nuzzling his nose in my hair.
I turned my head and gave him one last sweet kiss. “Good night, Jackson.”
“Good night, beautiful.”
Chapter 28: French Toast and Findings
Jackson
I woke up very early in the morning. The light was still grey out the window. I wasn’t sure what had awakened me, but I knew what was keeping me awake now. Alissa had rolled over in her sleep and her legs were tangled with mine, her bare breasts pressed against my chest, her hair all over my pillow, surrounding me with her incredible scent. I was as hard as a fucking rock.
I couldn’t help but touch her. I didn’t want to disturb her peaceful sleep, but her body was warm and soft, and she called to me like a siren. I gently brushed the hair back from her face, touching the soft skin of her cheek. She was so beautiful. I pressed my lips to the top of her head and pulled her closer to me.
Her sleeping body shifted and her smooth thigh came in contact with my aching cock. I suppressed a moan and tightened my hand around my pillow. She snuggled into my chest, and I stroked her back gently.
She was mumbling softly in her sleep, but I couldn’t make out many of the words. I willed myself to go back to sleep. A few minutes later it became apparent that sleep would be impossible. She let out a sexy moan and rocked her hips against my leg.
Running my hands along the smooth span of her back, I gently cupped her ass and tugged her against me. I couldn't help myself; I had to have her again. I gently rolled her onto her back.
She moaned softly but did not wake. She was apparently a very sound sleeper. I began at her neck, placing soft kisses on her skin, tasting her, touching her. Her perfect nipples perked up at my touch, and I lapped at them with my tongue.
Her hands suddenly sunk into my hair, and she inhaled a shocked breath. I chuckled.
“Good morning, baby,” I murmured against her soft skin before sucking the pink tip of her breast into my mouth.
She arched up under me and said my name in the sexiest voice I had ever heard. Fuck, she was hot. She was content in her half-asleep state to let me explore her body at my leisure. I took my time, working her slowly, using my lips and teeth and tongue to make her squirm beneath me. I kissed every inch of skin that I could find from her firm breasts to her soft legs.
