Chapter 20 Shyanne
SHYANNE
Before Jackson could react, I took his cock into my mouth again, tasting myself on him. Jackson let out a surprised moan that turned into a startled laugh as I pushed him onto his back.
“I like a woman who takes charge,” he said as I straddled him.
Grabbing his thick cock and positioning it at my entrance, I winked at him as I sank down.
Jackson’s grin vanished as his jaw fell open in abject pleasure.
Every ounce of breath slipped from my lungs as I was stretched to my limit.
Feeling him inside me, knowing that for these few minutes we were wholly and completely connected, made everything else vanish.
Right here, right now, I was his and he was mine.
I would take every inch of him, body and soul, until we were both so spent we couldn’t walk.
Grinding my hips back and forth, I rested my hands on his muscled chest. “Do you like that?” I panted as I rocked against him.
“Yes,” Jackson snarled as he grabbed my hips, fingers digging into my skin. “Make me come, baby.”
Strange how a few words could turn you into a feral sex monster, but here I was.
Taking his request as a challenge, I raised my hips then slammed back down.
I was fucking drenched, and the slick sounds of our joining made me even hornier.
I’d never been much of a dirty talker, but something about Jackson sent every ounce of hesitancy and shame fleeing from my mind, and every sexy, dirty, and hot thing I could imagine tumbled from my mouth as I rode him.
“Feels so fucking good,” I cried.
He leaned forward and crushed his lips against mine, our tongues warring with each other. He pulled away and threaded his fingers into my hair, forcing my eyes to meet his.
“You feel better,” he whispered, then rolled us over.
The second I was on my back, he started fucking me with wild abandon, pushing toward some explosive and complete climax that would leave both of us in shaking and trembling puddles, and I couldn’t fucking wait for it.
I needed it. I wanted to feel his body tense, feel his cum flooding me.
I wanted it all. I wanted everything he had.
Wrapping my arms around him, I peppered kisses over his chest, flicking my tongue out. I loved tasting the saltiness of his sweat. My next orgasm built, like a glowing ember that had been brought to life by rushing wind. Pressure and the desire for release made me mad with need.
Our sweat-slicked bodies moved together.
Jackson kissed me hard again, his hips still crashing into me, and a joy unlike anything I’d ever experienced swept over me.
The sheer power of the climax that burst through me nearly sent me into paroxysms of manic pleasure.
It was as if unseen fingers of ecstasy went gliding up from my pussy, touching every nerve ending in my entire body, sending me into a whirlwind of pleasure.
I couldn’t talk, couldn’t scream, couldn’t even breathe.
All I could do was open my mouth and shudder as Jackson kept fucking me.
Blinded by the haze of mind-bending ecstasy, I heard Jackson’s breathing grow faster and more ragged. Only vaguely able to gain control of my body as wave after wave of orgasm continued to crash through my body, I managed to lift my hips, taking his cock as he gave it.
“Come for me,” I muttered, wrapping my legs around him, pulling him even deeper.
“Holy fuck!” His hips slammed into me over and over, harder for three more thrusts, then his entire body shuddered, and his movements became frantic as his cock flexed and spasmed inside me.
“Yes,” I urged, pressing my lips to his ear. “Give it all to me. Yes, baby.”
Jackson collapsed against me, his thrusts slowing as he rode out the last of his climax. Soon, he lay panting atop me, his cheek pressed to my shoulder, my arms around his back. Never in my life had I felt closer to anyone than I did at that moment.
“That was fucking amazing,” Jackson muttered against my skin.
“It really was,” I agreed.
Like the first time, it had been frantic and passionate.
I’d honestly grown to believe that sex like this was nothing but a fantasy, but it wasn’t.
You really and truly could have earth-shattering and mind-blowing sex.
Each time we were together, there was an intensely undeniable connection unlike anything I’d felt before.
It made me excited but also melancholy. There was still no way to know if our plan would work, or if we’d even survive whatever came after.
Even so, I couldn’t stop wondering about what a life with Jackson might look like.
I was falling for him, fast and hard, but I needed to temper my expectations.
This might be nothing more than a way to deal with the stress.
Once we had his sister back and Christian’s sister was safe, then I could perhaps broach that subject.
Until then, all I could do was enjoy the glorious joy that filled my heart. If nothing else, it would be an amazing few weeks to look back on.
Jackson shifted as if to get off me, but I pulled him close. “Don’t,” I whispered, running my fingers along his back. “Stay.”
He sagged against me. I kept my legs wrapped around him, holding his softening cock inside me as long as I could.
While I rubbed his back, Jackson’s breathing grew deep and steady as he slipped off to sleep.
Holding him, I closed my eyes, a faint smile on my lips as I too slipped off to dreamland, happy and satisfied in more ways than I could count.