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Goddamn, but this man kisses me with desperation and passion like he’s dying of thirst and the only place he can quench it is my mouth. We’re a mess of moans and hands racing to tear each other’s clothes off. After throwing my purse somewhere, not caring in the least where it lands, I tear his shirt from his pants, running my hands up the taut planes of his stomach then scraping my nails down.
“Fuck,” Jackson grinds out through a clenched jaw. His lips trail down my neck before he savagely bites my shoulder. I groan loudly at the bite of pain followed by the soothing lick of his tongue.
“Fuck. Maybe you really are a vampire,” I muse while I start to undo his belt.
He chuckles, pulling his head away before gripping my hair behind my head and tugging it back. “It’s not your blood I plan on having flood my mouth tonight.” Then he dives in and takes my lips in another savage kiss.
Holy shit.Yes, please.
“Bedroom?” he asks, pulling away from my lips only long enough to get the word out.
I’m so lost in the kiss I don’t answer right away, but his quick slap to my ass startles me enough to remember he asked a question.
“Second door on the left,” I say into his lips.
He begins to move in that direction as he pushes me backward with his body. Hope he’s paying attention to where we’re going because the only thing I can concentrate on is the riot of sensations his kisses are causing in my body while trying to get the damn buttons on his shirt undone. Multitasking is a real bitch sometimes.
We make it to my bedroom unscathed, and he fumbles along the wall looking for a light switch. He finds it and switches it on, bathing the room in a soft glow.
“No, leave it off.” I’m not embarrassed by my body or anything, but I’ve always kept the lights off when I’m making whoopee.Jesus, who am I, my eighty-seven-year-old grandma?
“If you think I’m missing this opportunity to get a good long look at all the delicious curves you have under that sexy-as-hell dress, then you are sorely mistaken. I plan on tasting all of them as well. Fair warning.”
Watching the defined cut of his abs and chest ripple when he tosses me on the bed has me appreciating his idea of keeping the lights on. The smoldering way his eyes flare with hunger makes me glad I can see him.
“Look at you, sprawled on your bed so ready to see what comes next.” He slowly sheds his unbuttoned shirt, letting it fall to the floor. “I’m ready for a taste.”
Jackson kneels in front of me, slipping my shoes off before he runs his hands softly up my calves to my thighs, bringing the hem of my skirt above my panties.
“Pull your dress down. I want to watch you play with your nipples while I eat your sweet pussy.”
Holy shit. I’ve never had a man talk to me like this during sex. I have seriously been missing out.
His hands go to the inside of my thighs, pushing them apart as I drag my top down under my breasts. He leans into my center and runs his nose along my panties, inhaling deeply. I moan at the contact, and he turns and gently bites my inner thigh.
“Fuck, Abigail. You smell amazing. I can’t wait to have my tongue on you, playing with your clit as I make you come around my fingers.” His voice is thick with need as he drags the scrap of material down my legs and tosses it behind him.
“Promises, promises,” I say with a challenging smirk.
He narrows his eyes at me and chuckles before leaning back down to my center, taking a long, slow lick up my slit. His tongue parts me before his lips clasp around my clit and he sucks, swirling his tongue around and around. I moan at the intense sensation and tilt my pelvis farther into his face.
“Fuck, Jackson,” I groan out as he slides two fingers into my drenched channel. I claw at the sheets, my fingers tightening and relaxing around the fabric. He looks up at me and pulls his head away but doesn’t remove his fingers.
“I told you I want to watch you play with your nipples, not the sheets.” He lifts a brow, signaling that he’s waiting for me to comply before he proceeds.
My fingers move to the hard points as I plump my breasts with my palms and begin twisting. The bite of pain combined with the delicious way his fingers are moving inside me has me close to the brink of orgasm.
“Good girl,” he says before lowering his head and swirling his tongue around my clit again.
I moan and writhe on the bed, his mouth working a magical spell over me.
“Fuck. Please,” I beg him. I’m almost there. I just need a little more to push me over the edge I’m quickly approaching.
Jackson chuckles and turns his finger, massaging over the spot inside that has me seeing stars as he continues to ruthlessly flick his tongue on my clit. That’s all it takes and I’m flying, my orgasm flooding his mouth as I scream out my release.
He leans back on his heels, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips before he prowls up my body and wipes his finger that was just inside me over my bottom lip.
“Open,” he commands. I do, and he sticks his finger in my mouth.
