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“You can touch me anywhere you like,” Jackson rumbles, and I place them tentatively on his chest as his keen eyes study me. The little hairs tickle my palms as I slowly run my hands down,feeling every ripple, every sinew, and every hard muscle of his torso. I reach theV that disappears under his jeans and bite my lip. Bravely, I let my hands go further down, and I cup his hard length through the denim.“Is this OK?”
“Fuck. Yeah. It’s more than OK.” Jackson groans as I explore the shape. My eyes widen.He feels sobig. I bite my lip again as I wonder how that’s supposed to fit inside me, just before Jackson bends down and captures my mouth again.
He slides a hand beneath my sweater, the rough pads of his calloused fingers dragging against my skin before he cups a heavy breast andthumbs the spot on my bra, exactlyovermy nipple. I moan into his mouth, wishing he’d just take it off me.Just as I am about to beg him to, his hand shifts and I still, feeling his fingers toying with thebutton on my jeans. Helifts his head and our eyes lock, his gaze a question. I nod, nervous butterflies taking flight in my stomach as he works my jeans open then slides it big hand inside, following the curve of my body until he’s—
“Ohhhh!” I throw my head back as his finger glides along my wet seam. My eyes widen, a gasp escaping my mouth asfeelings I can’t even begin to describe flood through me. I’ve never been touched so intimately. Heck, I’ve never even touched myself this intimately. It feels exciting and frightening all at the same time, and as one long finger pushes open my swollen lips and finds my clit, I’m transported to another dimension entirely.How did I not know my body could do this?
Jackson’s hot mouth trails wet kisses along my outstretched neck, his finger tracing slow circles around my clit before he slides back and presses it against my entrance. He pushes inside, and my mind reels, another finger joining in with thisslow,pleasurabletorture.
“Fuck, you’re so hot, so wet,” he groans, slowly easing his long fingers in and out of me as he uses his thumb to glide over my clit, enhancing the pleasure of his movement to an awe-inducing level.
“Jackson,” I cry out, squeezing my eyes shut as something inside me builds and grows tighter and tighter. “Something is happening. Oh, God!” My hips move against his hand, riding the rhythm as my body goes crazy with desire and need.
“Look at me, Sophia,” he demands.
I shake my head, my eyes still shut, feeling embarrassed but also out of my mind from the pleasure his fingers are giving me, thatheis giving me.
“Look at me.” His voice is harsh, and my eyes snap open to his dark and wanting gaze. “I want you to look at me while I make you come, sugar. Do you hear me?”
I nod, words escaping me as his magical fingers work my insides.
“Are you close?”
I nod again.
He inserts a third finger inside me, my walls stretching as he shifts his thumb so it’s focused directly on my clit. He brushes his nail against it.
And that’s all it takes.
“Holy!” I cry out, waves and waves of pure molten pleasure rolling over me as an orgasm wracks through my body.Jackson watches my face with purely masculine satisfaction in his eyes while he continues to thumb my clit, prolonging my climax until I almostblack out from the pleasure of it.“Oh my. That was…”
“Your first orgasm?” he murmurs, smiling at me as I come down feeling sated and limp.
“It was.”
“You came hard, sugar.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Yeah. It’s agreatthing.” I manage a weak nod and watch in shock, my arousal peaking again, as Jackson brings his finger to his mouth and sucks off myjuices. I swallow hard, amazed. “Sweet,” he says. “Just like I thought.” I close myeyes, feeling shy from the display but secretly replaying the moment again and again in my mind. My insides clench. “But, I think I need a proper taste.”
My eyes fly open, and suddenly I’m lifted off the couch and give out a yelp. He picks me up like I weigh nothing, and perhaps, to a man as big as Jackson, someone my size isn’t that hard to lift. But it sends a thrill down my spine as my legs wrap around his strong hips and his hands cup my bottom.
“I’ve never been more grateful to a storm for ruining my plans in all my life.”
“Me either, sugar,” he says, as he walks us toward his room, ournow cold-cocoa sitting untouched on the coffee table.
JACKSON
Icarry her into my room, only pausing to shut the door with my foot. I love having Sophia in my arms, her face buried in my neck, her breath warm and still escalated from her recent orgasm.
If I weren’t already hard and throbbing, just the thought of her face as she climaxed would be enough to get me going again. My dick lurches again at the memory, and it throbs even harder at the thought of watching her come again—and again, and again.
Best Christmas ever.
I reach the foot of my king-sized bed and lower her till she’s sitting at the edge, her face upturned and looking up at me. Like she’s unable to stop herself, Sophia’s hand reaches out, and she traces the taut skin just above my jeans.
“You’ll get your turn, Sophia,” I murmur, loving the way she bites her lip, and her hooded eyes go liquid.
