28. Jackson
28
JACKSON
I watch the door close, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my sorrow. If I let Kelley go, which I’m willing to do for her sake, it leaves me feeling empty.
Letting her go might be the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I walk quietly back to my bedroom where I pour myself a healthy dose of whiskey. I may not have her for long, but at least there’s eighty proof to drown out my sorrows.
The sound of my bedroom door opening draws my attention. Kelley stands in the threshold in nothing but an ivory silk nightgown. I freeze, my glass of whiskey halfway to my lips.
“Take me, Jackson.”
Her voice is a whisper in the dim light, a plea that shatters my restraint. My glass clinks gently against the wood of my bedside table as I set it down, never taking my eyes off her. Her nightgown clings to her body, showcasing the feminine curves that have haunted my dreams since she first walked into my life.
"Kelley," I murmur, but words escape me.
The sight of her in the lunar glow seeping through my curtains renders me speechless. How can a man be expected to let go of such a sight? She moves closer, her bare feet whispering against the polished wooden floor.
In the hush of our room, I reach out for her, fingers brushing against the cool silk of her nightgown. Each thread feels like an echo of her, delicate yet persistent, soft yet indomitable. I lift the gown slowly, watching as it slides up and away from her skin, revealing her inch by tantalizing inch.
My hands explore the newly exposed territory of her body; every dip and curve is a testament to the beauty that she tries to hide from the world but can't hide from me. They trace paths of worship on her skin, leaving behind trails afire with unsaid words and gentle caress.
Her eyes meet mine and there’s no hesitation, no fear—just pure desire reflecting back at me. I pull her closer and she hums softly against me, an invitation that tingles down my spine and sends my heart into a wild drumbeat.
She trembles with anticipation, my hands brushing against her flesh as I begin to explore her body. The silk nightgown pools at her feet and she is bare before me, unmasked and beautiful. Her body radiates warmth and the scent of her skin mixes intoxicatingly with the sharp tang of whiskey that hangs in the air.
The feeling of her skin beneath my fingertips is like a priceless canvas to an artist's touch. The languid arch of her back. The gentle swell of her hips. The softness of her thighs. Each touch elicits a soft gasp, a shiver that runs through me too.
My fingers trace the curve of her waist, dancing over the skin there before moving across the plane of her stomach. They linger at the soft curve of her hip, feeling the way she moves beneath my touch.
Then they slide upwards, tracing the rise and fall of her ribs, gentler now as I approach the tender swell of her breasts. I watch as goosebumps rise on her flesh beneath my touch, feel the way her breath hitches in anticipation.
My hand pauses for a moment, hovering just above her heart. I can feel it pounding beneath my palm, a wild rhythm that matches my own. As I look into her eyes, I see nothing but trust and desire reflected back at me.
Lowering my hand once more, I let my fingers trail downwards again, following the tantalizing line of hair that leads towards more intimate explorations.
The room grows warmer. The satin sheets below us rumple and crease under our movements. Time seems to slow; there's only us two - tangled in each other's arms, lost in a world that's ours alone. Kelley’s breath catches as my fingers trace their journey.
The faint hum of the cityscape outside seeps into our private sanctuary, mingling with the soft rustle of satin sheets and the whisper of our breaths. The tantalizing scent of her perfume fills the air, a sweet undercurrent to the raw, unfiltered scent of her arousal.
My lips find her collarbone, ghosting over each dip and ridge before moving lower. Her body arches towards me in response, an instinctive surrender to touch and sensation. Her skin tastes like salt and sin, a delicate cocktail that leaves me drunk on desire.
I explore her body with reverent devotion, my fingers tracing the contours of her stomach before venturing lower. She stiffens as I reach the apex of her thighs, a gasp parting her lips as anticipation coils tighter within her.
A soft murmur escapes from her lips urging me onward; it’s a sound raw and powerful, surrendering herself to my touch completely. With each stroke of my tongue, I taste more than sweat and sweetness; I taste her soul laid bare.
Beneath me, she trembles like a delicately strummed harp string – resonating with pleasure that only heightens at my touch. Each sigh she releases is a symphony for my ears alone - a melody composed of gasps and moans which vibrates within our confined space.
Her hands thread through my hair, fingers clenching as she gently tugs me closer. The taste of her is intoxicating, drowning my senses in waves of pleasure that are echoed in the tremors that run through her body.
Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer into the heat of her body. The world beyond our cocoon fades into insignificance as all that matters now is the woman beneath me - her soft sighs, her trembling body, and the intoxicating allure of our clandestine desire.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, I move upwards, hovering over Kelley as she whimpers at the loss of contact.
She looks up at me with heavily-lidded eyes, glazed with lust and yearning. A sight that would bring kings to their knees. I need no more invitations. My body aligns with hers, a perfect fit, as if we were two pieces of the same puzzle - tailored for each other.
As I enter her, sensations explode like fireworks. She gasps, clutching onto me as if I was her lifeline. The feeling is exquisite; a heady rush that leaves us both breathless and yearning for more.
Her fingernails dig into my back, anchoring herself to me as if fearing that this moment might end too soon. The soft noise of skin against skin fills the room, a symphony only we can hear. Together we move like lovers entwined in an eternal dance; one that transcends time and space.
Her lips part as she gasps for air, and I capture them in a searing kiss. Our tongues tangle as our bodies continue their sensual movement. I feel the muscles in her thighs quivering beneath my hands, desperate for release even as they cling to me tighter.
With every deep thrust, she meets me stroke for stroke, her body responding to mine instinctively.
Kelley's hair cascades across the pillow like a waterfall of molten gold - shimmering under the dim lights - as she cranes her neck to meet my kisses once more.
Her breath hitches as my tongue continues to explore every inch of her, her body trembling with anticipation. My hands glide over her soft curves, tracing patterns on her skin that leave goosebumps in their wake.
The scent of her arousal fills the air, mingling with the sweetness of her natural musk. I feel the heat emanating from between us, intensifying with each passing moment.
With tender fingers, I brush away the beads of sweat that have gathered at the nape of her neck, savoring the salty taste that lingers there. She moans softly at my touch, arching into me as if craving more
Her body quivers beneath me, shivering with pleasure as I thrust into her wet heat. The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room. My hips pump against hers in a primal rhythm, lost in the dance of passion.
My lips trail down her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses along the way as I bite gently on her collarbone. She moans louder this time, her body tensing up before releasing into another wave of ecstasy that shudders through her entire being.
Our tongues continue to tango against each other's mouths while our hips grind together in sync creating a slippery sound reminiscent of hands sliding over glass.
Kelley's fingernails dig into my biceps ever so slightly as she meets my movements with fervor, crying out when she feels me hit that sweet spot inside of her over and over again. Her legs tremble uncontrollably now as they wrap around me tighter and tighter—her muscles quivering with anticipation for what's to come.
Her eyes roll back into her head as she gives herself fully into this moment - trusting me implicitly with every thrust deep within her depths. Her mouth opens wider invitingly under mine and I can feel the heat emanating off of it.
Groaning deeply, I push deeper into her abyss, pushing myself further than ever before feeling how tight she grips onto me throughout this process - clawing at my back almost violently.
With one last thrust that drives me deep inside her wet heat, Kelley's body tenses up and holds tight before releasing completely—a scream ripped from the depths of her soul echoing through the room accompanied by powerful contractions that coax every last drop of pleasure from both our bodies.
Her fingertips dig into my shoulders again as she loses herself in this orgasm; hips bucking wildly against mine as if trying to get closer still even though there's nowhere else for us to go except for over the edge together.