12. Taking and Giving
TWELVE
TAKING AND GIVING
Gigi
As the type of woman who knows what she desires once she finally figures it out—I cannot resist Jackson any longer. Not with the taste of his lips like cherry tobacco, and his mouth a tempting blend of beer and smoke. Surprisingly, it all works for me. I know I want him.
My fingers weave through his hair, the long chocolate strands slipping through them like silk. I tug and grasp his locks to match the rhythm of our kisses, sometimes gentle, sometimes feverish. With the door now open between us, everything is possible.
Our tongues vie for dominance as he holds me across his lap, kissing me until I’m breathless. “Yes,” I cry out into the night, gasping for air, while his lips continue their charge down my neck and chest.
I pull down the cotton, revealing my breasts, giving him full access to pleasure me. He moans in response, directing those full lips and powerful tongue on them, experimenting with pressure to discover with I like.
“Oh Jackson. Like that. Suck my nipples hard,” I implore, panting and writhing in his arms.
“Damn, G. Nothing sexier than a woman who knows what she wants, takes charge,” he growls.
“And I won’t settle for anything less, soldier.” Every instinct tells me Jackson is different from any other. He’s built to satisfy. He’s trained to seek and conquer, and I willingly surrender my body to him.
Jackson
There’s a fierceness in the way God crafted Gigi: supple skin, rounded curves, toned muscles.A perfect blend of hard and soft, strength and vulnerability. Born to drive me wild—and I’d fight any other man to claim to her as mine.
She arches her breasts up, inviting my mouth to enjoy.I cradle the heavy underside of one sweet mound and knead her nipple. My mouth lavishes attention on the other, teasing it to a perfect peak.
Her breath is a series of soft pants, her back arching against my arm, hair floating on the surface of the water. Her thighs shift in the hot tub, seeking friction. When her hand slides into her panties to pleasure herself, I’m gone.
“Fuck, G, you’re flawless. But save some fun for me.” I reach my hand down and place my hand over hers, letting her take the lead. Our fingers explore through her slit together until she finds her clit. I slide lower, and slip a finger into her sweet pussy. Then another, and squeeze in yet another, filling her.
Her hand quickens—mine pumps at the same pace. We sync, working in tandem, two hands as one. We’re so hot, the water temperature spikes. I take her nipple again, sucking hard, unrelenting in my pursuit. Her hand fists my hair, holding me to her breast, as if I’m her captive. My body is her agent, and I’ll fight for her release.
“More. Harder. Yes!” she commands, and I don’t hesitate to follow orders.
“Use me, Gigi. I’ll do whatever you want. I only have one request—scream my name when you come.”
Gigi
I guide his hand and mine together, bucking against them while clinging fiercely to his head. The tingling sensations build and pulse through me until I yield completely to the overwhelming intensity, water splashing all around us.
“Jackson!” I cry out into the night as an explosion of tension shatters my control. My whole body shudders in a release so powerful it leaves me utterly spent in his arms. Waves of pleasure radiate through me—I’ve never experienced an orgasm with another man on such a level.
He shifts our position until I find myself straddling him, allowing me to rest my head on his shoulder and regain my breath, even as my fingertips continue their exploration along the ridges of his bicep, chest, and abs.
“Tell me you haven’t had another woman in this hot tub,” I demand, needing reassurance that I am the only one for him—the sole harbor into which he will ever dock.
“God’s honest truth, darlin’, I never had sex in this tub. It was a rule, until now, with you.” He smirks at my twisted face. “I know for a fact you’ve had other men, so let’s not do this, G. We’re not virgins, and we’re old enough to know better. But our first kiss is ours. My first time making you come in this tub is mine. The first time I stretch your pussy and make you come on my cock is yours. And so many other firsts to come between us—is the only thing that matters now.”
His words are perfect, especially with the undeniable evidence of his arousal lying in his lap. I bite my lip and grind against him, my desire intensifying as I appreciate how well-endowed he is. “I’m ready for that part—stretch me, soldier,” I whisper.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replies with a mischievous grin, “but not here. I need you in my bed.”
Cradling me in his arms, he rises and carefully steps out of the tub. Once he places my feet on a mat covering the cold tiles, he drapes the softest, largest towel over my shoulders, wrapping me as tenderly as if I were a swaddled baby.
He turns me so I’m facing away from him. His big hands work the towel expertly, pressing it against my skin in a manner that feels more like a soothing massage than merely drying me off. My muscles and skin respond eagerly to his touch, and I find myself moaning, already tempted by the sensation. Then his hands drift artfully downward, shimmying my wet panties down to my ankles and off.
His touch climbs back up my sides, hands gripping my hips, drawing me close once more. There, a firm presence meets me, pressing insistently into my back. He nuzzles my neck, his kisses trailing up to my ear, and in a low, guttural growl he murmurs, “Feel what you do to me?”
Jackson
My cock strains for release, but I ignore it until I can get her in bed.I lift her towel-clad body and carry her back into the house.
Only briefly do I set her down to shut and lock the door. When I turn back toward her, the towel has slipped to my feet, and she dashes through the living room.
I watch her enticing backside and perfectly shaped curves disappear into the dim hallway as she giggles all the while.
A wide grin plays across my face. “A little chase and hide and seek? I’m game.” I swipe the towel and dry myself off. “Ready or not, here I come for you,” I taunt, stealthily making my way to the hall.
Forget the mission that brought me to Love Beach; now, finding her is the only mission that matters.
I peep into the shadows along the hall that stretches through half the house. Two doors to the right lead to larger bedrooms—one of which is mine—while three doors on the left open to smaller rooms and a bathroom. She’s been staying in one of these, but not tonight. She’ll be in my bed every night for as long as I’m here.
I step softly, passing the first door on the left, wondering if she might be inside. No sooner do I reach for the handle than she comes charging out, pushing me against the wall. She links her fingers with mine, pressing them above my head while smothering me with kisses.
Not to be outdone, I roll her another step down the hall, forcing her back against the wall without breaking our kiss. My knee drives between her thighs, igniting her center. Her hips take over, moving faster and faster, the friction bringing out her soft mewls.
“Get yourself wet again, G, because the minute your back is on my bed, I’m going to slide myself into you so deep, stretching you perfectly for me.”
“You’re a dirty soldier,” she purrs in a sultry tone.
“You like it.”
“I know.”
I release her hands and cup her rounded ass, lifting her so that her ankles cross behind me. I slam her back into the wall a few feet further down the hall, right outside my room, and bury my face between her breasts.
Everything about her is better than I ever imagined. The whole sexy journey down the hall has been a playful game of give and take—a test of who wins. But hasn’t it always been that way between us?
Gigi
His sheer maleness keeps me humming. His hands are like hot brands on the globes of my rump, pressing me against him, keeping us humping until slick noises reach our ears.
“Now, soldier. I’m wet and ready. Take me.” I’m hot for him and burning for the first feel of him.
He carries me into his room and sets me on his bed. “Be a good girl and spread your thighs for me. I want to see your wet center.”
I stretch to entice him and let my hands roam my body until they push my legs wide for him.
He retrieves a condom from his drawer, his bold eyes growing darker. “I’m raging hard for you.”
“Let me see.” My gaze is hazy with lust, fixated on the way his hand moves up and down. Like the rest of Jackson, his manhood is as striking as he is—thick, long, and yearning for me. If I wasn’t already aroused, the sight of him would ensure it.
He kneels between my legs, holding the condom in his teeth. But using a surprise move I picked up in defense class, I wrap my legs around him and flip him onto the bed. I quickly maneuver to sit on top, laughing at the surprise on his face. “Got you.”
“Yeah, you do.” His hips thrust upward. “So, what are you going to do about it?”
Jackson
With a sparkle in her eyes, she lowers herself, crawling down my body, leaving a trail of kisses. Confidence thickens me even more. Her delicate hand grips my base, and my erection strains toward her mouth, eager for release.
As her tongue circles my tip and tastes the moisture gathered there, I struggle to maintain control, trying not to climax prematurely. I take deep breaths to steady myself.
Her mouth licks and sucks up and down my length like I’m male candy. Happy to be so, for her.
My fingers tangle in her curls, guiding her head along my shaft. With each motion, she opens wider, relaxing her throat, taking me so well, I’m nearly?—
“Stop. I’m close,” I hiss.
Gigi
“Let’s see how much control you have left,” I dare him, straddling on top and teasing him at my entrance.
His hands grip my hips firmly. “Gigi, I swear, if you get on me, I’m done.”
I chuckle at his warning and tease, “Be a good soldier while I test if you’re enough for me.” I grab the condom from the bed, tear it open with my teeth, and quickly roll it onto him. Slowly, I lower myself, savoring the way he stretches me so good.
Emboldened by my desire for him, I lock eyes with him and don’t stop until he’s fully inside me. I moan, seated completely, and pause to memorize the feeling—the blissful connection of our bodies united. My head falls back, eyes closed, as I breathe into the tight fit.
He growls. “See that, G. Test over. We just fit, nice and snug. Don’t try to argue with me.” He pulses his hips upward, tiny movements that penetrate my walls.
“No arguments here,” I reply breathlessly. Our bodies move in sync, hips meeting in a rhythm like our souls have longed for this moment for years.
I put on a show, touching myself as I pick up speed. His intense gaze follows every motion, igniting my desire. His hands roam, caressing my thighs, gripping my hips, cupping my breasts. I’m lost in the moment, yelping in surprise when he suddenly flips us so he’s on top.
“You’ve had your fun. My turn to take control,” he says, his voice edged with urgency.
Jackson
Her passage clenches around my throbbing shaft as I plunge into her warm, inviting depths, almost pushing me over the edge. “Fuck yes,” I murmur against her neck, pausing, stationary, as I try to regain my composure and sanity.
I knew it’d be like this between us,
Which brings all my previous thoughts rushing back. I’m captivated. This first encounter will be my downfall when I leave Love Beach for my next mission. I’ll be in the midst of a crucial task, think of her, and fall to my peril. But there’s no stopping what we’ve begun. From here on, my life can’t revert to what it was—an isolated hero wandering the globe.
“Jackson, so good with you.” Her fingers slide under my hair, caressing the nape of my neck. One of my most sensitive spots. “But I need you to move. I want us to climax together,” she implores, kissing across my face until our lips meet.
She’s perfect, mesmerizing, irresistible in bed. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, driven by a fierce desire to fill her.
I lift slightly and circle my hands around her wrists, holding them above her head. With a primal intensity, I thrust into her. “You want it like this, my good girl?”
She responds by raising her hips to meet each thrust, her muscles tightening around me. We move in sync, or not at all.
My movements start slow, deliberate, and possessive, then build into passionate thrusts. Each one threatens to be the final, yet I hold on, caught between agony and ecstasy.
She drags her nails down my back. I nip at her nipple. We push and pull, neither of us willing to surrender first, like a game of chicken—the first to falter loses. But it’s too late; I’m barely hanging on until she shudders and cries out, lost in her climax. I thrust once more and still, every muscle taut as I release.
Gigi
I rest in his arms while he sleeps, and think about the path that led us here. From kids to adults. From enemies to lovers.
The past few days in Love Beach have been a whirlwind. I never expected to see Jackson again, let alone kindle something more than friendship. These newfound feelings for him scare me. But here we are, naked and entwined in each other’s arms, after discovering a passionate connection that I never knew was possible between two people.
His heart beats steady against my ear, the most soothing sound I’ve ever heard. This safety in his arms can’t last forever, and we both know it. Our time together has an expiration date. The knowledge makes my heart ache and I choke back a sob. I commit to memory every moment, every touch, every heated look we shared, because tomorrow isn’t promised.
“Are you alright?” He stirs, gently tilting my face up with his thumb.
“It’s hard to believe we’re together like this after all this time.”
“I have something hard that will convince you…” He presses me back onto the bed, his desire rekindled.
“Again?” I laugh, and spread my legs, inviting him in for more.