Chapter 28 #2
I laugh as I draw him down for a kiss. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
“Am I? Ask all of your friends, and I can guarantee they’ll say they’re also terrified of what you might do to them,” Jackson declares.
I hook his neck and pull him down, bored of that nonsense. “Do I need to show you what sex is like?”
“We’ve already sexed. We accomplished The Sex,” he says. “Are… are you saying that I’m not very good at sex?”
I press a soft kiss to his lips before drawing him into a deeper kiss. His lips part and his tongue brushes mine before I pull back just enough that I can talk. “I don’t know. I’ll need to try it out to tell you just how good you are.”
“Oh? Tell me now, what do I need to do?”
“Strip for me.”
“Yes, my love,” he says as he slides off me. He whips his shirt off and then throws his pants down before striking a superhero pose.
I laugh while he transitions into another move. “Fuck.”
“You like that?” he asks as he turns his back to me and smacks his ass.
“Music to my ears.”
“Now what, my love?”
“I have too many clothes on.”
“That’s concerning for sure.” He immediately goes for my remaining sock, which he pulls off and tosses at me. I’m prepared this time and smack it away.
“Okay. Ready,” he declares.
“Husband, unclothe me.”
“Fine, fine,” he says as he grabs my pants and shakes them all around until they finally give and fall off my body. I decide that this will go nowhere fast, so I strip my underwear and shirt so that we’re both naked.
“I like your body,” Jackson says.
“Husband… I like your body too. But I like it even better in a Sasqua—”
“Nope.”
He climbs onto the couch, and I spread my legs, hooking his to pull him in. My eyes drop down to his dick, which I reach for before stroking it. Jackson grabs the lube and pops it open before squeezing some onto his fingers. He slides his hand down my cock, past my balls, and over my hole.
His lips find mine while his finger pushes inside of me.
“You sure… you will still find me attractive even if I don’t do the Flying Squirrel?” I ask.
“How about this… I swear I will love you no matter what you do or what you wear or what you look like. You’re the greatest thing that has ever happened to me and the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”
“Now you’re laying it on a bit too thick,” I tell him.
“Nah, I’m laying it on just the right amount of thick,” he says as I find the lube and squeeze it onto my hand. I spread the lube over his thick cock, sliding it down the hardening length and over the head. My fingers trail around the head before rubbing the tip.
My other hand glides over his back, tracing up his side to his shoulder while another finger enters me. I moan as he strokes me just right, one hand on my ass, the other on my cock. He’s right. We don’t need anything fancy when he already knows every single thing about me.
I kiss his neck, nipping it gently then sucking the spot I’d nipped. I kiss a line up his neck to his mouth, and when his lips part, I pull him in for a deeper kiss.
He withdraws his fingers and hoists my hips up just a little bit before nudging the head of his cock against my entrance. He presses against me, just opening me up, before I set a hand on his chest.
“Hold on. Just really quick.”
“Is something wrong?”
“Something is a little… off and I think I know how to fix it,” I say. I roll onto my side and reach for something just past the couch. I drag it over and plop it onto my dear husband’s head. Then I smile, quite pleased.
“Fuck me, Sasquatch.”
While I can’t see Jackson’s face from within the mask, I don’t need to in order to know exactly what expression he’s wearing.
“Do me, Sasquatch. Fuck me until I’m screaming your name.”
“We’re going to do the ‘Flying Squirrel’ and I’m going to leave you there unsatisfied,” Hairy Jackson announces.
“Sasquatch Jackson, did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?” I ask, petting his fur.
He looks less than pleased but not displeased enough to not fuck me. He presses his cock against my hole, and as he stares down at me with his hairy head, he begins to fuck me and it feels so fucking good.
I groan while he drives inside of me, his cock hitting me just right. “Your cock feels so good, Sasquatch Jackson.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying this.”
I reach down and feel where his cock is deep inside of me.
“Strangely enough… it feels like you’re enjoying it too.
” I pull him down and push the mask up just enough to free his lips.
He thrusts just right and I moan. Pleasure rushes through me so quickly that I accidentally end up dragging the mask off his head and dropping it.
“Fuck no,” I say as I reach for it.
Jackson pulls out, flips me onto my hands and knees, and plunges back into me.
It makes my back arch, it feels so fucking good, and I realize that his plan is to keep me too preoccupied to force that mask back on him.
Still, I reach for it, even while his hand grips my cock, stroking me in time to his thrusts.
“You’re so stubborn,” he grumbles.
“I’ve never been stubborn a day in my life,” I say as he picks me up, cock still deep inside of me, and pulls me away from that mask.
He presses me up against the wall, lifts one of my legs, and fucks me against it.
Like he thinks if he puts me in a corner, I have no way of reaching for something to harass him with.
And let me just say… he might be right.
“Oh fuck. It feels so good. I bet it’d feel better if I could feel your hairy face rub on my back.”
“You are relentless.”
I grin. “Just the way you like me.”
Jackson tugs me over and I find myself in front of a full-length mirror.
Oddly enough, when I first put it down here, he wanted nothing to do with it.
But now he has me pressed against it and pulls my leg up enough that I can watch the way his cock drives into me.
When he thrusts into me, my own cock brushes against the mirror, spreading precome against it.
He kisses my throat, and I manage to pull my eyes away from the scene long enough to kiss him.
“I feel like… I vaguely remember wanting you to have more hair, but I’m drawing a blank,” I mutter.
“Good,” he says.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I murmur, my hand pressing against the mirror while I moan.
I’m not sure how much more I can take of this.
It feels so fucking good. Jackson squeezes the base of my cock like he’s planning on keeping me from coming as he drives deeper inside of me.
His thrusts become quicker while he approaches his peak before coming.
Only then does he release my cock as he twists me around, pressing my ass against the mirror.
He drops down in front of me and takes my cock in his mouth while his hand slides between my legs, fingers pushing inside my hole filled with his come.
I groan, my hands digging into his hair as his head bobs on me.
I’m so close that the heat of his mouth and the rhythm of him moving over me send me over the edge.
He pulls off my cock while he looks up at me, and I realize that handsome face really is much better to look at than the Sasquatch head.
“I love you,” I tell him.
He stands up and pulls me into an embrace. “I love you too.”
I draw him close, gripping him tightly, and love every moment of it.