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My hair falls in my face as I shake my head, clamping down around him and making him groan when he tries to lift me off him. “So good, baby,” I manage to croak out, rocking my hips ever so slightly and shivering at the sensation that causes. “Too good. Can't breathe.”
Almost involuntarily, as if my compliments spur him on, his hips flex, forcing himself deeper and I almost scream at the painful pleasure. My stomach clenches, my body crumpling forward slightly when a hand sneaks between my legs, thumb going to my clit and circling languidly. Jackson takes advantage of the position, leaning up to suck a hard nipple into his mouth, sending sparks down my spine as his tongue and teeth get to work.
Tension builds in my stomach as his hands and mouth work in tandem until all I can focus on is them. It builds quick, completely wiping out any semblance of pain and replacing it with an intense want for more. Slowly, I rise up until just the tip of him is inside of me before slamming down again, my mouth dropping open as heat floods my body.
“That's my girl,” Jackson croons, ceasing his assault on my chest so he can watch me writhe on top of him.
I go slow, rising and falling and rocking my hips leisurely, partly because I feel like I might split in half if I don't, partly because I'm enjoying the reaction it's drawing out of Jackson. He looks like he's torn between being frustrated at the tortuous, languid speed and entranced by the controlled way I move.
Maybe, just maybe, I put on a bit of a show, caressing up my sides, cupping my tits and maybe squeezing them just a little before tangling my hands in my hair, gathering it up and away from my neck.
The bob of Jackson’s throat as he swallows hard is unmistakable, as is the lustful glint in his eyes.
Fuck, I forgot what it feels like to be looked at like that. Like you're the most important, precious thing in the world. I forgot what it feels like to be cherished. Loved. It's a welcome reprieve when his gaze drops to watch himself disappear in and out of me, because that look is almost as overwhelming as the feel of him deep inside of me is.
“You're taking me so well, sweetheart.” My pussy clenches at the praise and Jackson’s groan vibrates through me, eyes screwed shut and jaw slack as his head falls back against the pillow. “Fuck, do that again.”
I do, and it sets him off. Hands on my waist shove me down as hips piston upwards, drawing a scream out of me as he somehow hits even deeper, practically rearranging my fucking organs. I lose control of my body when he does it again, falling forward and burying my face in his neck to stifle my cries, vision blurry and ears fucking ringing.
Jackson doesn't relent, even as my nails bite his skin hard enough to draw blood, he just keeps pounding into me ruthlessly. Sacrificing half of his grip on my hips, he yanks my head back my hair, forcing my gaze to his.
Fuck, I'm obsessed with the way he looks. Hooded eyes and dark and wild, flickering between my face, my bouncing tits, where he disappears inside of me. Hair all messy and disheveled, mussed by my hands and our vigorous movements. Muscles twitching wherever my touch lands.
Just as desperate for me as I am for him. Just as affected by me as I am by him.
Just looking at him has a long, low moan ripping from my throat. “I'm so fucking close, Jackson.”
His thrusts speed up, balls slapping against my ass loudly as his cock twitches inside of me. “Come with me.”
One more thrust of his hips is all it takes to shove me over the edge, the pressure in my lower stomach erupts violently. I feel the moment he comes, and even as he explodes inside of me, he keeps fucking me hard, his spasming movements and the growled sound of my name only prolonging my own orgasm.
After what feels like a lifetime, he finally stills, allowing my spent body to collapse on top of him. Our heavy breathing fills the room as we lie there, bodies still twitching with the aftershocks of a fucking monumental orgasm, relishing in the feel of each other. He's still inside of me, still twitching and throbbing and barely even soft. I'm soaked between my thighs, impossibly wet from a mixture of our release.
Oh, fuck.
My tired body screams as I sit up too quickly, swearing loudly as Jackson pulls out of me and streaks of white gush out with him, dripping down my thighs.
Fuckity, fuck, fuck.
When Jackson follows my line of sight, he swears too. “Fuck. I completely forgot.”
I did too. God, the concept of a condom didn't even cross my mind.
“I'm so sorry, Luna.” Jackson rakes his hands through his hair, head flopping to face me as I collapse beside him. “I didn't think.”
“It's okay. Not your fault.” Takes two to tango, and all that. We're both at fault. Well, mostly my greedy little vagina is to blame, really, for being a horny bitch and clouding my judgement. “I still have an IUD. And I'm clean.” A flush reddens my cheeks as I clear my throat. “Are you?”
“Yes.” Jackson rolls to his side, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear before cupping my cheek. “I haven't been with anyone in a while.”
Don't ask. Do not ask.
“How long is a while?“
Damn it.
The corner of his mouth twitches. “September, I think.”
“Fuck off,” I blurt out before I can stop myself. “Really?”
