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JACKSON
Just like I did at the bar two weeks ago, I lift Rory up and toss her over my shoulder. She squeals and swats at my ass.
“Oh my God, I didn’t mean that literally!” She wiggles on my shoulder, and I smack her ass before giving her cheek a hard squeeze. “Ouch, damn it Jackson. I’m not anorexic like the other girls you’ve been with. Put me down.”
“Thank God for that.” And I mean it, the last thing I need is for her to be self-conscious. She’s delectable and curvy and everything I’ve always wanted but could never have.
Taking the steps up onto the porch, I walk into the house. On the kitchen table sits the beer I was drinking earlier. I toss the bottle into the sink and then place Rory on the table instead. She stares at me, and I can tell she’s nervous. This is all unfamiliar territory for us. We’re about to cross a line that neither of us can come back from.
“Rory, you and I have too much history. We can’t compare ourselves to who the other has been with in the past.” My fingers play with the hem of her shirt before I slide my hand over her soft abdomen. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it a million times more. You are fucking perfect. You do this to me.” My free hand takes one of her own and I press it firmly against my erection.
Rory’s eyes snap down to where our hands are one, and I feel her grip me through my jeans. Instinctively, my hips rock toward her, desperate for more. She licks her lips and mutters something incoherent under her breath.
“You’ve gotten me hard more times than I can count.” Her eyes rise back to mine, and I can’t help but notice how her pupils are blown out with lust. Her usually bright emerald-greens are now deep, dark pools of want and desire.
“I’ve thought about you, too.”
“Oh yeah? And what exactly did you think about?” My mind races at the thought that Rory Monroe has gotten wet thinking about me over the years.
Rory’s eyes stay locked on mine as she removes her hand from my groin. Losing her touch is almost too much to bear. She pulls her shirt up and over her head before tossing it onto the floor. My eyes roam down her body, pausing at her tan nipples that poke out through the thin lace of her bra. My mouth drops to one and I suck on it through the fabric. Rory lets out a sigh and drops her head back.
“I’ve thought about that.” She moans. “How your mouth would feel on me.”
I suck harder before taking the erect bud between my teeth and giving it a playful nip.
“What else?” I ask before moving to her other breast and showering it with the same attention.
Rory’s back arches as she pushes her chest out more for me. “I wanted to know what it would feel like to be underneath you. To feel your weight pressed against me.” My mouth moves to the exposed flesh just under her bra and I allow my tongue to trail down her abdomen. Tasting the salt on her skin. “I wanted to know how you would feel inside of me, stretching me, making me come.” My fingers undo the button of her jeans, and I quickly unzip them. “Oh God, this is really happening, isn’t it?”
Without looking at her, I smirk against her flesh. My fingers grip the waistband of her jeans as I peel them off of her, along with her shoes. My eyes travel from the tip of her toes to the top of her head. Rory is spread out on my table like a feast. A curvy, delicious snack in lacy black underwear. My nose nuzzles hers and I close my eyes for a moment.
“So fucking beautiful,” I mutter. “This is the last chance you have to walk away. My restraint is slowly fading and I know once I taste you, you’re the only thing I’m ever going to want. Once I make love to you, you’re officially mine. I’ll never be able to let you go.”
Rory doesn’t respond with words. Instead, she kisses me. Her soft lips burn hot as the fire between us ignites. Slowly, I lay her down until her back is flat against the table. When I finally break our kiss, I crouch down on the linoleum, ready to worship this goddess in front of me. With my face buried in the lace of Rory’s panties, I breathe in her scent. The fabric is damp, and I feel my cock pulsate, knowing her arousal is all for me.
Through the fabric, I tease her. Rory arches her back and wiggles under my touch. I use this opportunity to remove her panties. My imagination is seriously lacking because she is better than anything I ever pictured. My tongue licks along her slit from entrance to clit, and I chuckle a little as Rory’s breath catches in her throat.
Her hands are balled into fists at her sides as she struggles to maintain composure. With the palms of my hands placed firmly on the back of Rory’s thick thighs, I push back, opening her up for me. This time, when I run my tongue up her slit, I go a little deeper. A groan escapes me as I get my first real taste of her. She’s unlike anything I’ve ever had before. I was right when I predicted she’d be the only thing I ever wanted. Just one drop of her on my tongue and I’m an addict.
Licking up her slit once more, this time I don’t purposely ignore her clit. My tongue draws small circles around the swollen bud. Rory runs her fingers through my hair and pulls as I suck harder. The sounds she’s making cause me to grow even harder, and I’m forced to undo my own jeans to give myself a bit of a relief.
“Jackson.” Rory moans as she grinds her pussy against me.
“Do you need more, baby?” I suck hard on the flesh of her inner thigh, leaving a small mark.
“Oh… Jesus… yes.”
Rory squirms and pulls my hair, trying to reposition my face to where she wants it.
“Do you want this?” My finger teases at her entrance before sliding deep within her. Damn, she’s so wet and tight.
“More,” she cries out.
I slip another finger in and stroke the sensitive spot deep inside of her. Rory bucks each and every time I hit it. She pulls my hair once with obvious frustration that my mouth still isn’t where she wants it.
“Use your words, Rory. Tell me how badly you want to ride my face until you come. How you want to taste yourself on my tongue when you’re finished.”
“Yes, please. It’s been so long, Jackson.”
