12. Lift Off #2
There’s never been a more beautiful woman made.
Jackie’s hair falls around her naked body like a goddamn goddess emerging from the sea.
I’m not a poet by any means, but when faced with Jackie’s perfectly rounded breasts, bouncing lightly from her sudden sexual takeover, and tipped with delightfully tight, dusky rose nipples, I’d bet my prized Mustang that I could write the best damn sonnet since Shakespeare.
I’d been trying to be good. My plan had been to get her off and then let her sleep.
She said she wasn’t drunk, and I believe her.
Even sober, who could come up with that adorable lecture on blood alcohol levels and the workings of the freaking cerebellum, for God’s sake?
But sex isn’t my end game with Jackie. It never has been.
So I thought that we should move slowly, take our time.
Hold off on sex until I’d at least gotten to take her out on an actual date.
But when staring the object of my desire in the face, or in this case, the chest, I find I’m rather lacking in the chivalry department. She’s such a contradiction of assertive and shy it has my dick in knots. I just fucking want her.
Her fingers grasp the bottom of my shirt and I curl forward, helping her pull it off. The move brings me lip-level with her nipples and I’d be remiss if I didn’t lavish a bit more attention on these beauties. They’re perfection, just like Jackie.
I flick my tongue out in a quick tease before latching on like a man starved.
She leans forward, her weight falling on her arms as she braces on either side of my head, pushing me back on the bed.
I kiss, pull, and tug one breast with my mouth as I palm the weight of the other.
Her hips started undulating over my jeans, the rough fabric moving against my cock, almost setting it off.
Her hands reach for my belt, fumbling with the buckle. I have one more thought of slowing her down, but when her hand wraps around my cock, my mind blanks and it’s my turn to buck off the mattress. I give her breasts one last kiss each before rolling Jackie beneath me.
“Wait! I wanted to?—”
I kiss her mouth hard before pushing up to my feet and stepping over to the nightstand.
Jackie’s glasses rest on top and the image burns itself into my brain as much as the picture she makes lying naked across my bed. The thick black frames make it even more clear who I’m with, and how much this particular woman has twisted me up, like the old beater she drives.
I grab a condom from the drawer and shuck off the rest of my clothes, standing naked by the bed.
My cock juts out at her lustful stare. I’m so hard it’s painful.
Her eyes are riveted to my dick, and I swear I can almost hear her scientific mind gauging the anatomic fit.
Her knees squeeze together, her breath coming in pants.
I reach out one hand to circle her ankle and pull it wide. With my other hand, I stroke myself. Which might be a mistake, as the move has Jackie licking her lips like she’s about to consume a tasty treat.
Christ .
I know she wants to wrap those lips around me, just as she did that shot glass, but I can’t let that happen yet. I won’t last. And the first time I come, I need to be inside her.
Not looking away from her, I roll the condom on and climb back on the bed. She immediately wraps her legs around me, drawing me closer.
I pause, making sure to look into her eyes. “Is this okay?”
Her brow furrows. “Is this the drunk thing again? ‘Cause I’ll have you know that although alcohol can increase sexual desire, it can actually dampen sexual ability, especially in men. So if you’re having trouble feeling up to it?—”
I cut off her words by devouring her mouth, and this time I hear it; I do actually growl. Her fucking smarts and attitude are going to be the death of me.
I tilt her hips up, and in one motion, I’m there, gliding into her.
Her walls squeeze my dick in the best, most painful pleasure I’ve ever experienced.
That one thrust is like a trigger, and suddenly I’m unleashed.
I bring her legs up high, hooking them under my arms as I begin to piston back and then forward.
Our motions create an electric current that crackles like a welding torch across metal.
It’s noisy sex, the best kind. Moans and grunts, all incoherent mumblings that only highlight how pleasurable everything is. Or maybe she’s actually saying things, dirty things, but my mind is too drunk on sensation to comprehend.
Sweat glistens on her skin, and a flush spreads from the roots of her gorgeous hair to the tips of her hardened nipples.
I shift, moving my hands to grab her slim wrists, hauling them over her head. Then I plant my knees onto the mattress before I start to move again.
My eyes meet hers, my blood roaring in my ears, pulsating to the fast beat of my heart.
Jackie’s eyes widen, but she doesn’t glance away at this sudden intimacy.
It should unnerve me, letting someone look into my eyes, see me raw and exposed in this moment.
But it doesn’t. Instead, the way her pupils dilate fuels me on, and I pump harder and deeper.
Each thrust pounds my pelvis into her clit, building more pressure.
Soon there is nothing but the sounds of our breath, smacking skin and the thud of the headboard against the wall as we concentrate on the pleasure igniting between us.
And then it’s there. Her back arches, her inner walls clamping around me. I thrust once, twice more before I still, drunk on pleasure, my eyes still staring down into hers while I moan.
“Darling.”