Furever After (4 page)

He reached down and pulled me to my feet, placing a passionate kiss on my lips and pushing me onto the bed. I landed with a light bounce, the softness of the bed giving way underneath me. Jackson crawled on top of me, his large frame dwarfing my smaller one.

I could feel his breath on my face, hot and wet, smelling of the chapstick he used. Jackson reached down and unhooked my bra with a deft motion of his hand, then slowly removed it, his eyes locked onto my breasts. My nipples were firm and rock-solid, and they ached to be touched. Jackson could barely tear his gaze away.

His head lowered down and he captured one of them in his lips, sucking gently on the tip and making me arch my back up toward him. I wanted as much of myself inside him as possible. He reached up and kneaded the other breast with his hand, swapping back and forth between the two nipples with his tongue, toying with me.

It was torture. Sweet, delicious torture. My virgin body had never been touched like this before, but I couldn’t imagine how I’d gone throughout life without sensations like this before. I didn’t want it to ever stop. I wanted Jackson to ravish me twenty-four hours a day, seven days per week.

My pussy was burning with all the intensity of a forest fire, aching for Jackson’s cock to be inside it. I knew, instinctively, that I needed it. That’s the only thing I could imagine that would soothe the blaze inside me. I was amazed to see him growing hard once more; I didn’t realize it was a possibility for men. I thought that once they came, they couldn’t get hard for a time after.

Jackson seemed intent on proving me wrong. He moved south, slowly, his tongue and lips trailing over my stomach, to the rise where my hip bones swelled up, biting down gently on the sensitive skin there. I bucked my hips against him, and he responded by catching the edge of my panties and tearing them down, off of my legs.

I lay completely exposed, bare before him, and Jackson paused. He stared at my body, his own responding to the sight in a very obvious way. I could see how much he wanted me, and that made me feel more beautiful than I ever had before.

Jackson’s head dropped to my pussy, his breath making me moan and bunch the comforter of the bed into my hands. And when his tongue slid slowly across my swollen lips, I felt something inside of me shatter. I moaned loudly, grabbing the comforter and anything else I could get my hands on, fighting for control of my body.

My hips rocked and jerked of their own will, spasms shooting through my body as the orgasm took control. His fingers slid inside my dripping wet slid, probing and exploring, extending the orgasm even further beyond anything I could have imagined.

Jackson chuckled a bit to himself, clearly enjoying my reaction to his touch, before leaning down to kiss me. As his tongue met mine, I felt his cock brush against my pussy. I jerked my hips upwards, wanting to feel it again; I wanted him inside me.

He laughed again, then used his hand to line his cock with my pussy. “Are you ready for this?” he asked me, gently biting my lower lip. I nodded; I needed him right then and there. Jackson slid forward, slowly, impaling me onto his shaft.

I felt my maidenhood break as he passed through it, and the brief flash of pain was nothing compared to what followed after. My body felt more full than it had ever been; his thick member seemed to take me to heights of pleasure I’d never experienced before.

So this was sex. Wow. I could see why people wanted it so badly; for as much as I had explored my body, alone in my home, it couldn’t compare at all to this. Jackson’s tongue assaulted my own as his cock speared inside me time and time again, my entire body ablaze with sensual pleasures.

Our grunts and moans filled the air, right alongside the sound of flesh slapping together. I wrapped my legs around his, the pressure inside me building to dangerous levels.

Before I knew it, another orgasm was washing over me. My pussy clenched tightly around his cock, and Jackson gasped, burying his head into my neck as he began to blast a torrent of white-hot spunk into my body. It spread throughout my body, a pleasant warmth that made me tingle in my deepest places.

Jackson flopped beside me on the bed, breathing heavily. I couldn’t blame him; it felt as though my limbs were detached, and I wasn’t sure I could move. My pussy ached from the sensation, and I had marks all over me from our love making session. I turned my head to face him.

“That was incredible,” I said. I wasn’t sure what else to say. Jackson nodded, but a shadow passed over his face.

“It was. But what will Mason say?”

I could tell from the expression on his face that he felt as though he had betrayed his friend. I reached a hand out and cupped his face. “It will be okay. Worry about that later.” I hesitated a moment. “Do you have to go back today?”

Jackson shook his head. “No, I don’t have plans for the rest of the day.”

I scooted across the bed and snuggled up against him, a part of me surprised at my own boldness. “Then stay here with me. I…” I took a deep breath. “I’d rather be with you than Mason.”

Jackson turned to me, his eyes wide. “What?”

“You’re kind and gentle. Mason seems too angry. I’m sure he’s a fine man, but I like you. I want to be with you.” I hoped that Jackson felt the same way.

He closed his eyes and leaned forward to kiss me on the forehead. “Then we’ll worry about the rest later. For now, in this moment, it’s just me and you. The rest of the world can wait.”

Indeed it could.

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