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I cleared the packets away, unable to hide a yawn.
Jackson’s arms curved around me from behind, and he hugged me to him. “We need a nap. Considering the lack of sleep last night.”
I twisted to face him, stretching my arms around his neck. Then I kissed him.
He allowed it but grinned and inched back. “Sleep, not sex.”
I pouted and trotted downstairs, him close behind.
We stripped to our underwear, my bra getting thrown into the chair, leaving me in just my cami, and climbed into my bed, the act so natural neither of us commented on it. He was supposed to be sleeping next door, but he’d spent more time in my bed than Raphael’s. I didn’t want him in a different bed.
Too easily, we fitted together. Him on his back. Me on my side, cuddled into him, my head on his biceps, and his arms around me.
I lifted my head to capture his lips in another kiss.
It was cosy, the room dark and my bed warm. I’d meant the kiss to be comforting, but neither of us stopped, losing minutes on each other’s mouth. Our hands slid together, fingers interlacing, arms stretching above our heads. Jackson rolled me to my back, his hard dick pressing into me through the layers of our underwear while I tightened my legs around his waist.
Every movement was slow and easy. The buildup of heat delicious.
Still, neither of us took it any further than the close hold and the touch of lips. I didn’t remember this kind of closeness being on the sex list. If not, it should have been. A true afternoon delight.
This was so far from my reality of working every day and being out in the hills. It was a break from normal life that I would never get over. An education in sex from a man I cared about and who was far deeper than I could ever have guessed.
I balanced on the edge of sleep and awake, eyes closed, unwilling to bring this to an end by stopping. I needed more, but I wasn’t sure what.
Jackson slowed the kiss. Broke away. Pecked my cheek. “I want to be inside ye.”
“Thought you said no sex?”
“Just inside ye. Warming my dick. To fall asleep like that.”
“Tell me how that feels for you.”
“Connected.”
Without opening my eyes, I nodded, loving the idea.
Jackson reached between us and stripped our underwear, kicking it out of the bed. Then he guided my legs around him again, fitted his blunt end to my wet core, and thrust inside me.
I gasped, open-mouthed at the solid length of him buried deep inside. My stretched pussy fluttered, and his dick throbbed in response.
He breathed, his hold on me fierce, and his heart pounding. But he didn’t fuck me. And I didn’t move either. Instead, we relaxed.
Another first. Another deeper connection. My pussy warming his dick so he could sleep. So he didn’t feel adrift in the world as he must’ve done for so long.
My heart rate evened out.
Under my touch, his did, too.
Finally, I lost myself to sleep.
I woke alone.
The bed was still warm beside me, and I listened hard, picking up faint sounds coming from upstairs. Jackson was still here, then. I didn’t know why I’d expected him to vanish.
Relaxing back down, I slid my hand between my legs, touching myself. Checking to see if he’d come in me while I’d slept, using me like I’d given him permission to. The thought gave me a thrill, though I needed a blow-by-blow account afterwards to get myself off, too.
My exploration suggested he hadn’t. Which meant only good things to come.
