He shakes his head. “It’s not just a sweater, Emma. It’s everything.” Holding my jaw in his hands, he leans in and kisses me tenderly, with barely a brush of his lips across mine, then sighs. “I don’t want this to end. I don’t want to walk away from you.”
“Then don’t,” I say, rising onto my toes to meet his lips. “For the first time in my life, I’m doing something for me, without the scrutiny or expectations of anyone else. And I want you, Jackson Pearce. Even if we have no idea what the future holds or how we’re going to make this work with our family issues. For once, I’m not going to plan for something to go wrong or try to control everything. I’m going to follow my heart and hope that it’s not going to steer me wrong.”
Jackson’s throat bobs as he swallows, his pupils turning into molten chocolate as they darken. “I won’t hurt you.”
I nod. “I trust you. With my body. With my heart. Especially with my heart.”
In a blink, he’s sweeping me off my feet and carrying me to his bed, laying me down on the plush comforter as he hovers over me. “Then, let me show you how I’ll take care of you, Emma.”
He leans forward and claims my mouth with gentle reverence, licking at the seam of my lips as he delves into my mouth, our tongues tangling together and leaving me a breathless mess beneath him. I’ve never been treated with such… care.
Our eyes lock, and my head feels dizzy from the intensity of his gaze, like he’s seeing inside of me and chipping away at any obstacles left between us. The rough, calloused pads of his fingers dance along the hem of my sweater, and soon, he’s peeling it off, then tossing it off the bed.
His eyes rake down my body as he leans forward and pulls down the cups of my bra, latching onto my nipple with a rough suck, causing me to cry out at the sensation.
Everything feels hypersensitive tonight.
My body is a live wire that responds to his touch in a powerful, out-of-body experience.
Maybe it’s because we’re not just using our bodies but because now our hearts are clearly involved.
“So goddamn beautiful,” he says through a heavy-lidded stare. “I want to fuck these, mark them, make you fucking mine, Snowflake.”
God, this man is superior at being inherently filthy, and my clit throbs in response to each syllable as he speaks.
“It’s like you were made for me. Every inch of you was made to bring me to my knees, Emma.”
My hands slide around his nape, yanking him down to my lips as I kiss him with urgency, our tongues frantically battling together. I slide my hands beneath his sweater, along the rigid expanse of his abs, and then, because I know how much he loves it, I drag my nails lightly down the muscles there, earning me a guttural groan that rumbles from deep in his chest.
When he reaches behind his neck to pull off his sweater, I lean up and kiss each of his chiseled abs, dragging my tongue between them until I feel him tremble beneath my lips. I grab his shoulders and flip us around until I’m straddling his lap. I can feel him hard and thick beneath the fabric of his jeans, and there’s nothing more that I want right now than to taste him, to wrap my lips around his cock and bring him to his knees.
He watches from below me as I unbutton his jeans, slowly dragging the zipper down. His cock is already straining against the thin fabric of his boxer briefs. I palm the length, squeezing him in my hand until he hisses.
“Suck my cock, baby. Show me how much you deserve to be on the naughty list.” His voice is rough and husky as he works the waistband of his briefs down to free his cock. He quickly sheds his jeans along with the briefs, leaving him completely naked beneath me. A bead of precum leaks from the tip of his hard cock, and I want to lick it off. When I lean forward to swipe my tongue along the slit, he stops me.
“Wanna look at those pretty tits as you choke on my cock, Snowflake.”
His fingers wrestle with the clasp of my bra, unhooking it and pulling it down so my chest is on full display for him. He cups each one in his hand, tweaking the nipple roughly. “So pretty. Almost as pretty as your pink little pussy.”
I fist his cock tightly, pumping it from base to tip as my tongue darts out again and laps at the salty precum seeping from his slit.
He moans, his hands leaving my tits to fly to my hair just as I close my mouth around the head of his cock, sucking hard in tandem with my fist that’s circling his base.
“Fuuuuuuck.”
The groan that tumbles from his lips has my hips grinding, trying to stifle the throb in my pussy.
Palming my head, he thrusts his hips up slightly, causing his cock to slide even deeper into my mouth and down my throat. I gag slightly, then exhale through my nose, pushing to take him even further until I can feel the head of his cock rutting against the back of my throat.
“I want to fuck your throat, Snowflake. If it’s too much, tap and I’ll stop.”
I nod around his length, pulling my hands free as his fingers tangle in my hair and cradle my head, guiding me down his length until he’s so deep in my throat that my eyes are watering when he begins to thrust.
“That’s it. Open up for me like a good girl. You can take all of it—take it all for me.”
I want to please him, I want to drive him as crazy with desire as he drives me, so I suck in air through my nose and do as I’m told, opening my throat and going down the rest of the way. His thrusts are short and choppy as he fucks my face, gripping my hair with fervor but not causing me any pain.
“Fuck, Emma. You take my cock so well. Like the most perfect fucking girl.”
His praise only spurs me on, and I reach between us and palm his balls, rolling them between my fingers. I can feel them tightening, ready to fill my throat with his cum, but he stops abruptly, pulling free of my mouth.
It shouldn’t be so hot to see the string of my spit connecting us or the fact that he’s glistening with it from being so deep in my throat, but it is.
It’s insanely hot, and it only makes me want him more. Makes my pussy more wet for him.
“I want my cum inside you” is all he says, flipping us over until my back hits the bed and he’s hovering between my parted thighs. He makes quick work of my jeans and panties, tugging them off my body in a single movement that leaves me bare and spread out beneath him.
“I’ll never get tired of seeing your pussy seeping for me. Seeing the mess you make. All this just from taking my cock down your throat.”
Using his fingers, he spreads me open wide and then spits, watching as it trails down my clit to my entrance. He latches onto my clit, sucking it into his mouth roughly, rolling it between his lips, varying pressure as my spine arches from the bed with pleasure. I can’t help but tangle my fingers into his hair, desperately holding on as he eats me like a man possessed.
He takes his time, lapping at every inch of me, his tongue circling my entrance over and over again before finally thrusting inside me as he thumbs my clit, my arousal dripping from me.
It only takes minutes for my legs to shake and my hips to buck against his mouth as my body teeters on the edge of orgasm.
But before he lets me come, he pulls back and moves over me until he’s at eye level, fitting his hips between my open thighs.
“I can’t wait another second to be inside you,” he pants, reaching between us and dragging the head of his cock through my wetness, nudging my clit with a small snap of his hips. “Need to feel you come on my cock.”