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I gape, my heart hammering and my cheeks flushing hot. “I... I didn’t come here for sex. I had some... some... questions.” The last word comes out as a loud huff because he’s dropped me onto his bed.
He climbs over me. “Questions later. This first.”
Then he kisses me hard and urgent, which is the last thing in the world I expect him to do.
I could push him away. If I were smart and as committed to last night’s resolutions as I’d like to be, I would do it. I’d stop him.
But everything inside me comes to life as his lips close down over mine, and instead of pushing him away, I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer.
We kiss for a long time. I rock up into him and twine my legs around his. He pushes his hands up under my gown so he can touch me all over.
Eventually he moves down from my neck and nibbles his way down my neck until he’s sucking on my throbbing pulse point. He tears my gown off over my head before he moves farther down my body.
He works on my breasts until I’m squirming and whimpering helplessly. I’m so turned on that I tug his shoulders up higher on my body so we can move on to the main event, but he resists.
“Jackson,” I gasp, lifting my head to stare down at the way he’s moving even farther down my body, kissing in a line that intersects my belly. “What... what...?”
I don’t finish the question. I can’t because he pries my thighs apart and nuzzles my hot pussy. He breathes deeply and makes a guttural sound that sends a slice of pleasure from my core all the way to my heart.
Then he holds me open so he can tease my clit with his tongue. I make a breathless sound and then another. I bend my legs wide apart and flatten my feet on the mattress as he tongues me with surprising skill.
Not that I’m surprised Jackson is good at sex. He obviously is. No question. But he’s not a soft, slow, careful lover, and I didn’t think he’d be good at this.
I’m not even sure why he’s doing it. He never has before.
I keep trying to say something as he works me over with his fingers and mouth. Maybe explain that I wasn’t expecting this when I came to his room. Maybe ask him what is even going on here. But I can’t get a full word out even if I had something coherent to say. I’m making a lot of mewing and rasping sounds as an orgasm builds and keeps building.
After a while, he’s got two fingers in my pussy, pumping them up against my g-spot. And he leans down to reach my clit and give it some wet, strong sucks.
I come apart completely, arching up and crying out with the sensations that wrack my body. It’s almost a relief when I start to come down, but Jackson isn’t finished. He keeps up his ministrations until I’m coming again and again.
I try to stay quiet. After all, everyone else in this house is sleeping. But I can’t seem to stifle the desperate sounds I’m making completely. Tears are streaming down my cheeks, and my throat is sore when he finally straightens up, gazing down at me with an almost wolfish smile.
“Don’t be smug,” I tell him, mostly because it needs to be said. He does deserve to be a little smug after that performance.
He chuckles low and soft as he moves up my body and kisses me again, just as long as the last time, just as ravenous.
He’s really turned on. His cock is hard and folded up between our bodies. I rub against it until he moans into my mouth, and my motion eventually compels him into action again.
He parts my legs to make room for him, and then helps me wind my legs around his waist as he pushes his cock inside me, making both of us moan.
It doesn’t take him long to come. Not after all the buildup and not when he’s so deep. He makes short, fast thrusts against me, panting out a repeated word that sounds like “kitten” on each push. I keep trying to get my legs higher around his back, get him deeper. It aches, but in a way I want.
I need.
He lets out a strangled exclamation right before he reaches climax. I loosen my legs, and he manages to pull out of my pussy just in time to come all over my hip and thigh.
For a minute I wasn’t sure he was going to make it in time, and part of me kind of liked that idea.
It’s not a part of me that can be indulged right now. I push it back into a tight ball in a dark corner of my mind where it won’t trouble me.
We’re both panting desperately, and our sweaty skin is sticking together as he tries to unwind himself from me, falling over on his back beside me.
“That was...,” he rasps.
“Yeah,” I agree. “Yeah.”
I can’t seem to move yet. My whole body aches and throbs and is saturated with bone-deep satisfaction. But Jackson finds enough energy to reach down to the floor, grab his shirt, and wipe his semen off my skin before he turns onto his side to face me. “So,” he says with a tiny hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth. “What were the questions you wanted to ask me?”
