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Jackson smiles as he grants me a long, sweet kiss.
Or at least it starts out sweet. It doesn't take long for the depravity to set in again, all frantic touches and twisted tongues. Jackson kisses his way to my ear, teeth pulling at the lobe, voice low and rife with devious promise as he asks, “You want my fingers or my tongue?”
“Both.”
God, does he oblige.
The ripping sound of him tearing my underwear off only pisses me off momentarily, the annoyance drowned out by the sight of him kneeling before me. He looks like some kind of corrupted deity, dangerously handsome. Lips swollen, smudged with my pink lipstick. Skin shiny where my body glitter transferred. Dark eyes frantic like they can’t decide where to settle first.
His biceps flex as he rakes his hands through his messy hair before coasting them up my thighs, kneading roughly. As eagerly as he watched me undress, he watches his hand dip between my legs, both of us sucking in a sharp breath when his thumb finds my clit, circling lightly. “Tell me what you like, sweetheart.”
My hips rock toward him in a silent request for more, and more I get. “That,” I pant on a heavy breath, body clenching when Jackson slips two fingers inside me, the pressure of his thumb changing, intensifying, when it’s replaced by a hot tongue. “I like that.”
Jackson hums against me and God, is that a sensation.
When he curls his fingers and brushes against that tender spot that has my vision temporarily blurring and a white-hot heat shooting up my spine, I reward him with a loud moan. And when he smirks widely, proudly, I know he was waiting for that reaction. Searching for it. Figuring out what makes me feel good.
Fuck, that's hot.
Clutching at the nape of his neck, I squeeze. “More.”
“Don’t rush me.” Jackson chuckles, keeping the motion of his hand infuriatingly slow and steady, nipping at my inner thigh. “Been thinking about this for a long fucking time, Luna.”
Don’t ask how long.
Do not ask how long.
The question is on the tip of my tongue when it dies.
When there’s suddenly no room for questions, for thoughts, as Jackson tosses my leg over his shoulder, spreading me wide for him. I assist with his mission to get closer, hands in his hair guiding him to a faster pace, and he catches on quick. He groans against me, burying his face in my pussy and fuckingfeasting.
And God, he does not waste any more time.
It’s too good. Too much yet not enough. Never have I been the object of so much undivided attention, so much affection, and apparently, it’s exactly what I’ve been missing. What I like, what Ilove.
I come in less than a fucking minute.
Even when I come down, Jackson doesn't stop, and a realization hits me.
Jackson does not do quick and dirty, not the way I do.
I am painfully, terrifyingly aware that with Jackson, sex isn’t just sex, but I'm too lost in a lusty, dreamlike haze to care.
Jackson reaches up to palm my breast, rolling my nipple between his finger and thumb and sending me over the edge again, even harder than before. My mouth drops open in a silent scream, my eyes roll to the back of my head, my ears fucking ringing.
In my haze, I hear, or more accurately feel, his chuff of laughter. Teeth graze my clit and my scream is vocal this time.
This.
Thisis where the good sex on campus has been hiding. In this house where, if the rumors are true, the only men who know anything about a woman’s body live. In the body of a guy who I’m beginning to think only pretends to be meek and shy.
A strangled sob rips from my throat when another orgasm builds quickly. It's too much to take, a throbbing kind of pleasurable pain, but my attempts to push him away are as futile as they are half-hearted. His eyes narrow as he relents for the briefest of seconds. “Again.”
“I can't.”
“I didn’t say you could stop.” Fingers dig into my thighs, keeping my legs open as he works harder, relentless until I wilt beneath him. “Come on, sweetheart.”
I lose count of how many times I come. Of how long he kneels before me, tormenting me. I'm limp and shivering, lost in an endless sea of pleasure. My body isn't my own anymore, it's Jackson's, and I do not give a shit.
