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“May I?” Jackson asked, his voice soft.
“May you…what?”
“Move over you?”
Oleander smiled, licking her lips as she lifted herself onto her elbows. “I thought you were going to do something else?”
“Eventually,” he whispered, hands moving up her legs and thighs, curving over her hips as he moved closer. Oleander’s breath hitched and Jackson lifted his eyes to make sure she was okay. A soft nod was all he got in response. He was still wearing his boxers and the realization only hit him as he moved over her fully, hands pressed into the mattress on either side of her. Their hips lined up and Oleander rocked up against him. Jackson groaned and dropped his head to her chest.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered.
“No, you’re not.”
Oleander laughed. “I’mkindasorry.”
And before he could say anything else, she pushed her fingers into his hair. Jackson had always liked having his hair played with, and when he was stressed or nervous, he made a mess of his hair too. It was comforting. And Oleander was doing it without knowing the effect it would have on him. A shiver raced up his spine at the way her short nails scraped against his scalp and Jackson moaned.
“Your fingers in my hair might be my new favorite thing.”
“Oh yeah?” Oleander smirked, brushing the tips of her fingers over his scalp and Jackson quivered, his hips pressing against hers.
Instead of speaking, he grazed her mouth with his and kissed along her jaw before moving to her neck. Oleander continued to play with his hair as his lips reached her breasts.
His elbows settled on either side, pressing into the mattress as he twirled his tongue around her nipples, sucking them into his mouth. He took his time, smiling when Oleander started squirming, her fingers in his hair getting rough with the tugs and pulls.
Jackson took his time kissing along her stomach, making Oleander giggle—he stored the knowledge that she was ticklish away—and spread her thighs apart as he settled between them on his stomach. His eyes met hers as he kissed his way down her mound and Oleander let out a breathy sigh.
“You okay, up there?”
She huffed. “I’m very impatient and you’re testing me.”
“I want to make sure you enjoy everything.”
“Iamenjoying everything, but I want everything else too.” Oleander all but whined.
“What constituteseverything else?”
“Oh my god, Jackson, if you don’t put that mouth to better use, I will take care of myself.” Oleander glared and Jackson laughed. The crazy part was, he knew she’d push him away and do it herself. So, Jackson gave Oleander what she wanted.
Keeping his eyes on her, Jackson stroked his fingers through her folds and curled them to rub her with his knuckle. She quivered and he smiled, continuing to rub her with his knuckle until she glared at him again. Jackson looped his free hand around her thigh, guiding her leg over his shoulder. And before she could protest again, he replaced his hand with his mouth.
Oleander’s hips pushed against his mouth and Jackson used both hands to steady her. He pressed her down against the bed as his tongue moved through her folds. He took his time tasting, sucking, twirling and he felt her body rise and shake, wanting more.
He lifted his eyes to watch Oleander’s hands grip at the pillow, sheets and even her breasts, but never once his hair. Jackson reached up and tugged on her arm, silently begging her to grab at his hair. Using his other hand, he parted her folds and dipped his tongue inside her. Without his hands holding her down, Oleander arched off the bed, a loud moan echoing through the room.
Jackson smiled and slipped two fingers into her. Oleander cried out loud and grabbed at his hair. Growling, Jackson turned his head to rest against her thigh, watching as his fingers slid in and out of her. Jackson curled his fingers inside her and with his free hand he rubbed her clit. Despite her promise to be quiet, Oleander got louder with every stroke of his fingers. And before she could come down from that, he sucked her clit into his mouth.
And that was all it took.
Oleander bowed off the bed, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she hit her release. Her fingers in his hair tugged hard, but Jackson ignored the pain as Oleander rode out her orgasm, her legs going limp.
Pulling his fingers out, Jackson stayed where he was, head resting against her thigh as he licked them clean, completely intoxicated by the taste and scent of her. He kissed along her inner thighs, up her body and moved to lay beside her, smiling at the look of pure ecstasy on her face.
“You didn’t tell me you were good with your mouth.”
Jackson smirked. “I like to think I’m a good kisser.”
“There’s a good kisser and a goodkisser. You do both pretty well.”
