Jackson #3
It’s like in the movies where everything is in slow motion.
She’s grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the shower.
The fire-dried air is warm, but not warm enough to prevent the goosebumps scattered over our skin.
And the bed is too far to go. So I snare her wrist and tug her in for a fervid kiss.
In the middle of a firelit room, floorboards creaking under our weight, her naked body pressed to mine, I’ve never felt more like husband and wife.
Her smile against my lips warms my entire body.
“I’ve never been this happy,” I admit quietly, cupping one of her breasts and running a thumb over the stiffened peak.
A little sob of anticipation leaves her. “You were right when you said we’d have more happy days.”
I nuzzle her neck. Feel her quiver at the brush of my beard against her tender skin.
“Fuck me,” she whispers against my ear, “and let me make you really happy.”
Passion-drowsed, eyes half closed, we kiss and shuffle toward the bed. Stumbling and giggling as if we both drank twice as much of the sparkling wine as we actually did. Kate falls back on the bed first, arms and hair splayed above her head, with an audible exhale of contentment.
I use the opportunity to stare at my sexy wife—she’s the most stunning creature to ever exist. My eyes dance over the curves of her body, reacquainting myself with every beautiful piece of the woman spread in front of me.
The damp spots on her skin she missed during her speedy toweling off, and the shimmer between her thighs that I want another taste of.
She looks up at me through long lashes. “Did you buy the condoms?”
Fuck the condoms.
“I did…but I don’t want to use them.”
She lifts up onto her elbows and cocks her head. “You’re sure? It’s okay if you do, Jackson.”
“I’m so fucking sure.”
She bites her lip, running a hand over the mess of partially wet hair sitting like an intricate crown above her head, then playfully patting the bed. “Then what are you waiting for?”
“Taking a minute to appreciate my gorgeous wife.”
“Appreciate your wife from on top of her.” Her hand snakes between her breasts, skipping over her stomach and settling at the apex of her thighs. She squirms a little, thighs clamping shut around her hand, as if the way she’s touching herself surprised even her.
“Fuck, I plan to.” I glide toward her, kneeling on the bed and forcefully spreading her knees wide.
If she’s going to play with herself, I need to see it. My cock leaks pre-cum, cold as it runs down my head before dripping. I rub my thumb over the steadily beading liquid and stroke it down my shaft.
“I’m going to slide my bare cock deep inside you—appreciate every square inch of your beautiful cunt.”
She moans, fingers picking up the pace. She’s spread open, so wet it’s pooling on the white sheets. God, she’s beautiful.
“Look at how wet you are. You love the dirty talk, don’t you, Kit?” My thumbs dig into her fleshy thighs, sending them impossibly wide.
She sighs a “yes” while slipping her fingers down her slit. It sounds so wet and messy, I can’t help but briefly let go of my firm hold on her legs to give my cock one quick pump. Pre-cum leaks and drops to the bed, seeping into the spot she’s already made damp.
“Want me to tell you all the filthy things I think about when I’m stroking myself at home?”
“With my underwear?” Kate asks, curious, not judgmental.
I blink at her. Of course she noticed. How could she not? Suddenly she’s going through twice as many pairs in her laundry every week.
“That okay with you?” I draw a heart on her knee to distract myself from the overwhelming shame boiling under my skin.
She nods. “It’s really hot to think about.”
“For weeks I’ve been rubbing those silky panties of yours over my cock, imagining it’s your pussy squeezing me. Fuck, Kate—I can’t wait to feel the real thing. I want that wet, tight pussy stretched around me, want to bury myself deep inside you.”
Kate’s eyes widen, but her fingers are sticky, glossing over her clit so quickly her legs shake.
Her thighs press hard against my palms, threatening to close, and her ass hovers just above the bed.
I can feel the heat creeping across my cheeks, her unwavering stare like a magnifying glass held over an ant.
Whether I spontaneously combust or I lose control and fuck her into the mattress, only time will tell.
“You want me to fuck you bare?” I quietly ask, fighting like hell to muster up some more false confidence.
“Mhm,” she hums.
I tsk. “Use your words, gorgeous.”
“Please.”
“Please what?” I lift a brow, massaging her inner thigh.
Her lips roll together, the hand working her pussy slows. “Jackson…I-I…” She stumbles over the words. For a woman who’s teased me about shaving my balls and sending me photos of her tits—I scoured my phone and found no naked photos—she’s so shy in this moment.
I don’t push her. With a gentle humming sound, I move between her legs, placing my hand over hers. Together, we press her sensitive clit, and she bows off the bed with a guttural moan.
“Fuck me.” Her whisper is the last straw.
My cock drags along her inner thigh, taunting and teasing the both of us. Breath held, we hold each other’s stare for an unreasonably long time. I want her. I love her. And the way she’s looking at me, I’m not a mirage on the ocean the way I thought. I’m the boat; she’s my lighthouse.
The tip grazes her entrance, catching on her clit with a rush of pleasure that floods down my thighs. Electrical currents arc out from my taut balls, and I careen forward to kiss her with a groan tinged with both relief and pain.
I watch my wife with rapt admiration as she uses her wet fingers to coat my cock in her arousal. And my entire being spirals into a euphoric haze as she kisses me deeper, reaching between us to guide the head of my cock inside.
I pitch forward with a gravelly moan. “Holy fucking God, that feels so good.”
God is a woman named Kate Wells.
Then I’m stroking into her, slow but deep, pinning her to the bed like a flower pressed in a book.
I’m delicate and deliberate in my movements, wanting to commit every inch of her to my memory.
Kate’s entire body clenches around me, her pussy squeezing my sensitive cock, arms looped around my neck, the arch of her foot rubbing up and down my calf.
I thrust with more intention, filling her to the hilt and feeling the slap of my balls on her tight ass, oh fuck.
She’s so fucking tight, I break out in a sweat.
Impossible it’s this good. I can’t think straight.
My vision’s shattered—a kaleidoscope of color and light, and Kate writhing, arching, begging underneath me.
With a frayed moan, I drag my cock nearly all the way out, then slam back in, and an orgasm barrels into me. Pulse after pulse of heated pleasure courses through my veins, a wildfire under my skin.
“Fucking—” I grit my teeth. Quit moving my hips. Try to stop it. “Goddamn it.”
My balls tingle and throb, everything tightening as the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt engulfs me. I could fucking scream, both in utter euphoria and furious embarrassment. My cock pulses inside her tight walls, filling her with cum and draining all the achy feelings from my chest.
It takes a second for her to process what just happened, then, “Jackson, it’s okay—”
“No.” I shake my head, pressing a cool hand to my burning cheek. Fuck. “No, I refuse. I’m staying here with my cock inside you until I can go again. This is not what I want for our first time together.”
Her hands cup my face, and she smiles softly at me.
Lowering to my elbows, I relish the repeated collision of our chests as we both fight to catch our breath.
I kiss her forehead, lingering with my lips pressed to her warm skin so I can breathe her in.
I brush away a strand of dark hair stuck to her temple, and kindle the fire between us with gentle, loving kisses.