11. Chapter Eleven
Maya’s eyes fluttered open to the bright sunlight filtering through the trees. Groaning, she sat up and rubbed her pounding head. This was not how she envisioned her morning. Squinting in the harsh light, she scanned their area.
“Good morning, Peaches.” Jackson said as his arm tightened around Maya, bringing her flush against him again.
“Don’t call me Peaches,” Maya said as she snuggled against Jackson.
“But it still fits. You taste like the sweet juice of a peach. It’s my addiction, and one I plan on tasting regularly.” Jackson raised them slightly so they were sitting, Maya’s back to his chest. “How’s your leg? Can you walk back today?”
Maya nodded as she bit her lip, looking at Jackson. “I can walk. But I don’t want to go back yet.” Maya reached back and ran her hand over his erection. “I’m guessing you don’t want to walk back yet either?”
Jackson flipped Maya over and laid her gently on the forest floor, his eyes moving over her leg, and satisfied it was not causing her any pain, he slowly started to undo her shorts, pulling them and her panties off. Her thick thighs widened, inviting him in. He ran a finger along her slit, gathering her moisture before bringing it to his lips. He groaned as he tasted her.
“Fucking sweet as always, Peaches” he groaned, before he lowered his head and swiped his tongue over her. Maya dug her hands into his hair and lowered him onto her again.
“Less talking Jackson,” she moaned as Jackson grinned and lowered onto her again.
“Now this is the way to start every morning,” Maya quipped.
Jackson looked up from between her thighs and smiled, “that can be arranged,” he said as he watched Maya fall apart at his touch.