Chapter 11
SAGE
Ipace from one side of the living room to the other, fighting with myself about how to tell Jackson the news. I think he’s going to be happy, but we’ve never discussed starting a family before. Is he ready for kids? Am I ready for kids?
My period was a few days late, but I wasn’t too worried… until I realized I’ve been living with Jackson for almost six weeks. In all that time, I can’t remember using protection once. I bought five pregnancy tests yesterday, but didn’t have the courage to take them.
When I woke up at six this morning from a stress dream, I knew I had to find out for sure one way or the other. Twenty minutes ago, I got my answer.
“Sage? Are you out here?” Jackson’s deep, gravelly morning voice breaks through my thoughts.
“Uh, yeah,” I squeak out.
Jackson bounds into the living room in only his boxers, his face painted with worry. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
I love that he’s so protective. It gives me hope he won’t be upset when I tell him the life-changing news.
“I’m okay. I mean, I think so. I hope so,” I stutter out.
Jackson rests the back of his hand on my forehead to check for a fever. “Are you sick? Do we need to go to the doctor?”
“No. Well, yes to the doctor part.” Jackson’s eyes widen with fear, but I spread my hand out over his chest to calm his racing heart. “I’m saying this all wrong,” I breathe out in frustration.
Jackson gathers up my hand and kisses the inside of my wrist before placing it back on his chest. “Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together. You know that, right?”
I nod. “I’m pregnant,” I blurt out, not knowing how else to break the news.
Jackson freezes and stares at me without blinking his eyes. It takes a second for my words to sink in, but once they do, his entire face lights up like a Christmas tree.
“We’re having a baby?!” he exclaims. “Oh my God, we’re having a baby.” His hand rests on my non-existent baby bump as his eyes meet mine. Tears form and fall down Jackson’s face while he continues to smile at me with pure joy. “Did you think I would be upset?”
I shrug. “I hoped you’d be happy, but we’ve never talked about when or if we’re starting a family, you know? I should have known you’d be thrilled.” Jackson kisses my cheeks, nose, and lips, barely able to contain the love he feels. I feel it, too.
I take the lead, pushing him backward onto the couch before crawling onto his lap.
His eyes burn through me, wanting me almost as much as I want him.
I kiss him harder than before, with more than a little need.
He parts his lips for me, letting me slide my tongue inside his mouth and taste him.
God, I missed his flavor, which is crazy since it's only been a handful of hours since we last kissed. But this is different. We’re growing our family together and embarking on a new journey.
My man is showing me he’ll always love me like this, no matter what life throws our way.
I moan softly into his mouth, making Jackson growl and slide his hands underneath the oversized shirt I’m wearing.
My skin prickles with awareness everywhere he touches me.
I can’t help the needy whimper that falls from my lips when my bare pussy rubs up against his cock.
I feel him lengthen and harden beneath me, the sensation making me so, so wet.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I hold him close as I grind down on his lap. Jackson groans and breaks our kiss, only to nibble down my neck. I shiver and squeeze my thighs around his hips, needing more.
Jackson leans back and cups my face, resting his forehead on mine. We're both breathing heavily, the air thick with what we both crave. He slides his hands down my neck, shoulders, and torso until he grips the hem of my shirt and gently lifts it off my body.
I’m bare before him in more ways than one. I feel vulnerable and yet somehow bold. Exposed, yet covered in the safety that is my Jackson. My home. My love. His fingertips trail up my sides in featherlight touches as he looks at me with a mix of awe and reverence.
Leaning forward, Jackson captures my nipple in his mouth, gently sucking as his hands slide around to my back, pressing me closer to him. I tip my head back and rock my hips against his, savoring every swipe of his tongue and stroke of his fingers.
Jackson hums in approval as he switches breasts, lavishing the other one with the same attention.
I feel the vibrations deep down in my core, making more of my arousal drip down and coat the thin layer of fabric covering his throbbing dick.
I feel it swell up even more as a soft growl rumbles up from his chest.
I slide my hands down his sculpted chest, pushing him back ever so much. He grunts in frustration like I took away his favorite toy. It makes me giggle, knowing he wants me that much.
Jackson looks up at me with the softest, sweetest smile, making me melt for him, even while I’m so turned on, I’m ready to burst.
“Love that sound, Sage. Love every single time I can get you to laugh.”
God, how is this man so freaking perfect? I don’t know how to respond to him with words, so I kiss him once again as my hands trail lower, lower, lower, until my fingers graze the waistband of his boxers.
He tilts his head back, breaking our kiss to growl softly. I scoot back just enough to reach inside and pull him out, stroking him and rubbing his precum up and down his thickness.
“Jesus,” he grunts, his muscles tensing and flexing as I pick up my pace.
Jackson grips my hips and lifts me up, positioning me so the head of his cock is right at my entrance.
My core clenches up and releases more of my wetness, helping him to slide in easily.
“This what you need, baby? Need me to fill you up?”
"Yes… God, Jackson…" I breathe out, moaning as my tight channel stretches to accommodate him. I feel every vein and ridge of his shaft as he enters me. It feels so damn good to be connected like this, to be completed in a way only Jackson can provide.
My hands move on their own, tangling in my hair as I stretch my body out for his pleasure. He groans and sucks on my neck as his hands slide up my back and grip my shoulders. He presses my body down on his as he grinds his thick cock against me, hitting my clit just right.
I jerk and tremble in his embrace, gasping for air when he pushes me right to the edge. Jackson trails his fingers back down my spine, gripping my ass and spreading my cheeks apart as he starts to fuck up into my pulsing cunt.
“Love feeling you, Sage. Love your sexy fucking body,” he murmurs, nipping at my earlobe and causing me to shudder in his arms.
“Mmhm,” is all I can manage to say, too lost in the sensation of his cock scraping along my walls and hitting every pleasure point inside of me.
My orgasm blooms deep in my core, throbbing outward and seizing my muscles. My joints lock up, and I suck in a breath, bracing myself for what’s to come. I squeeze my core around him and roll my hips in jerky motions, needing to come so bad it hurts.
Jackson senses my urgency, cupping the back of my neck and drawing me down for a heated kiss.
He pulls my bottom lip through his teeth before diving in, tangling his tongue with mine as he bounces me off his length.
He tilts his hips and hits that one spot that drives me crazy.
Over and over, he hammers into me until the coil snaps, and I cry out my orgasm.
Pure pleasure slams into me, overwhelming my senses as I writhe and whimper and get completely swept away by my release.
When I open my eyes, I’m lying on my back in the bedroom.
I was so caught up in my orgasm that I just noticed we changed locations.
Jackson is hovering over me and staring at me with a hunger so fierce it makes my pussy contract again, despite just having an intense orgasm.
He growls and buries his dick deep inside of me, his need matching my own.
Jackson builds us both up with slow, measured rolls of his hips. His need is palpable, but he’s being so gentle with me, sliding in and out, again and again, never breaking eye contact.
Jackson cups my face with one hand, wiping away a tear I didn’t know was there. He kisses the spot before burying his face into the side of my neck.
“I love you,” he murmurs, nuzzling into me as we make love. That’s exactly what this is. It’s intense, but in a different way than we’ve been together previously. Everything is heightened, our bodies tangling together as much as our souls.
“Jackson,” I whisper. “I love you so much.”
His dick twitches at my words, making me moan. I love that he’s as turned on by my words as he is by my body. I’ll never get enough of this man.
He slides one hand between my back and the mattress, pressing me closer to him, needing as much of me as possible.
His touch leaves a trail of fire and awareness as he grazes his fingertips over my ass and then grips my thigh.
Jackson spreads me open even wider and hooks his hand behind my knee, lifting it up and changing the angle.
I gasp and whimper as he hits me so damn deep.
My nails dig into his biceps as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in, going deeper with every thrust. Each time he reaches the end of me, I jerk and spasm, electricity flowing through my veins and sparking a fire deep in my core.
Flames lick at my nerves as my moans turn into cries of pleasure, torture, bliss, and an almost painful need for release.
“That’s it,” he grunts, his hips stuttering as he picks up his pace. “Fuck, I feel you, baby. Are you going to come for me?”
I nod and whimper, my body trembling as I take everything he’s giving me. Liquid heat erupts from my core, spilling out of me, making me convulse in his arms as I come. Hard.
Jackson grunts and snaps his hips against mine, fucking me roughly as I fall apart.
I can’t breathe, he’s so deep, so thick, and feels so mind-numbingly incredible.
I thought my pleasure peaked, but I spasm around him again when he unleashes his cum inside me.
He grunts out his orgasm, grinding his dick down as it swells up and jerks, coating my pussy with his release.
His lips find mine, and he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth, swallowing down my moans and sucking the air out of my lungs. He breaks the kiss, only to scrape his teeth down the side of my neck, across my collarbone, over my breast, and down my torso.
“Wh-what are you…?”
My question is cut off when he settles between my thighs and licks my pussy.
I gasp and moan loudly, my body moving on its own to grind against his face.
My pussy feels raw and so damn sensitive from the orgasms I’ve already had, and yet each stroke of his tongue brings me closer, closer, closer to another release.
He growls as he licks up our combined juices. It’s so dirty, so fucking filthy. And that only turns me on more. Jackson spears his tongue into my entrance, massaging my walls and driving me insane.
My thighs snap around his head when he turns his attention to my clit, sucking on the over-sensitized bundle of nerves.
I twist in his grip and bow my back off the bed, only to have him spread his hand out over my lower belly and push me back down onto the mattress.
He keeps his hand there, creating a delicious pressure that radiates from my core.
I grab at the sheets as my orgasm claws at my insides, tearing its way out and wringing pleasure from every cell in my body. Jackson growls into my pussy, never letting up, expertly using his tongue and teeth to keep me at my peak for so damn long.
I'm shaking and sweating and whimpering his name over and over, unable to escape the brutal bliss overwhelming me. I feel an intense, all-consuming pressure tugging at my lower belly. It's unlike anything I've ever experienced, and I'm almost afraid of what's happening to me.
My hands tangle in Jackson’s hair, gripping and twisting the strands, needing him to anchor me here on earth.
Another, stronger, wild orgasm threatens to end me completely, even as my body is still reeling from my previous one.
Every muscle draws up tight, my joints locking, my breath frozen in my lungs.
Time stands still, waiting, watching as I surrender to the pleasure Jackson is bringing me.
All at once, everything inside me unravels. I gush for him, an embarrassing amount of wetness leaving me, as I scream and thrash around almost violently.
“Christ,” he grunts, lapping up every last drop. “Jesus Christ,” he repeats, his breathing ragged. “You squirted all over me, baby. So fucking hot.”
I can't do anything except whimper and melt into the mattress, all the strength draining from my body. I’m vaguely aware of Jackson leaving the bed, hardly registering when he cleans me up with a damp washcloth.
The bed dips with his weight, though I still can’t open my eyes. He drapes my limp body over his, and I automatically curl up into his chest. Jackson presses a kiss to the top of my head and tucks a blanket around us.
“You okay, love?” he whispers.
“So good,” I mumble, hardly recognizing my own voice. Jackson chuckles and kisses my head again.
“Me too, Sage. Me too.”
Silence surrounds us as our hearts find the same rhythm, beating as one. I fall asleep with the blissful picture of our little family of three. I can’t wait for my new life to begin.