Chapter 6 #2
“Me too,” she whispers.
Then she kisses me again.
This time it’s slower, softer, like she’s savoring it. My hand slides down to her waist, pulling her flush against me as our mouths move together. She fits perfectly in my arms, like she was built for me.
The thought hits me hard in the chest. It feels right. It feels true, like maybe we really are soulmates.
Fern’s fingers curl into the back of my shirt as she leans into the kiss, and when my thumb brushes along the curve of her waist, she shivers.
I pull back to look at her. Her lips are swollen from kissing, her blue eyes a little dazed. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“You have no idea how hard it’s been not touching you,” I admit quietly.
Her brows lift slightly. “Really?”
“Really.” My thumb brushes along her cheek. “Tell me I’m not the only one who wants this.”
“You’re not,” she says quietly. “I want you.”
That’s all it takes. I back her up against the closest wall and press my body against hers. I dip my head again, brushing my lips against hers. This kiss is slower than the others, unhurried. I take my time, savoring the way she sighs into my mouth and how her body relaxes against mine.
I want tonight to be perfect, so even though it kills me not to throw her down on the nearest surface and bury myself deep inside her, I force myself to take my time.
I kiss her, my hands roaming over her body. I listen to every sound she makes and every movement of her body against mine. Every moan, every breathy sigh, every tremble of her curves against me, I catalog them all. I need to know what she likes, what she needs to make her scream.
My hands find the edge of her shirt and slip beneath the soft fabric. Fern shivers as my fingertips rub back and forth along the skin above her waistband. When her fingers slip down my chest and underneath my shirt, my control frays a little.
I break the kiss, stepping back and tugging up her shirt at the same time. She lifts her arms, and I pull the garment over her head and toss it aside. Fern bites her lip, and as she looks up at me with those big blue eyes, she claims the last piece of my heart.
I’m hers now. All hers.
My eyes drop to her bare skin, and I lick my lips. Her tits spill over the cups of her bra. I force my gaze from the delectable sight down to her waist and the soft swell of her belly.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper.
Her throat bobs as she swallows hard. “Your turn.”
I unbutton my shirt and shrug it off, letting it drop at my feet.
Fern leans against the wall, her eyes on my hands as they reach for my pants.
She’s breathing hard, her chest rising with each excited breath she takes.
Her eyes track my movements as I push my pants and boxers down, toe off my shoes, and kick the last of my clothes away.
She takes a shaky breath and reaches for her pants, slowly pushing them down her legs. Kicking them aside, she strokes her fingers along the top of her pale pink panties. She’s teasing me, but I don’t think she has any idea that’s what she’s doing.
Finally, she hooks her fingers in the waistband of her underwear and tugs them down her thighs. We stare at each other, the air thick with tension and desire.
I take her in, memorizing every line of her body. She steps forward, closing the distance between us, and I shudder as her hands run up my chest.
“Fern,” I whisper, leaning in to claim her lips with mine.
She kisses me back eagerly, wrapping her arms around my neck. I grab her hips, dragging her flush against me.
“Need to taste you,” I murmur against her lips.
“You are,” she moans.
“All of you.”
She frowns.
I grin, lifting her easily. She gasps, instinctively wrapping her legs around my waist. Her pussy rubs against my cock with each step toward the bed. By the time I lay her down, I swear I could come with just one stroke.
I spread Fern out like a feast on the bed and come down over her, my arms caging her in.
“Need you,” I whisper against her skin.
I press a soft kiss to her chin, then her neck, before licking a trail down her chest. I cup her tits, which fit perfectly in my hands, and kiss her cherry-red nipples.
Fern gasps and arches against me as I stroke my thumbs over the stiff peaks. Her legs move restlessly on either side of my hips, and I know she needs me as badly as I need her.
I’m torn between wanting to take my time and explore her versus breaking and giving us what we both desperately need.
She trembles, jerks, and shivers as I play with her tits. I lick, nip, and suck, exploring every inch of her soft mounds. My cock presses against her pussy, which grows wetter with every caress.
“Jackson! Please,” she cries out.
I release her breast with a growl and kiss my way down her stomach. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, I grip her thighs and spread them wider, placing a kiss above her drenched slit.
“What are you doing?” she pants.
I smirk up at her. “Tasting you.”
Leaning forward, I bury my face in her sweet core. I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve never had time for dating or women before. I wonder if she can tell as I lick a path through her folds. My tongue swirls over her clit, and her hips buck against my face.
“God, Jackson!”
Her body tightens, each muscle shaking as her orgasm builds inside her. Pride fills me, knowing I’m taking care of my girl and giving her pleasure. With time, I’ll learn how to fulfill all her needs.
My cock is rock hard as I suck her clit into my mouth and roll my tongue over the sensitive pearl.
Fern’s legs snap shut around my head, and she screams my name as she comes. “Jackson!”
I drink down her juices, my thumb teasing her clit as I lick her through her release. She sags back against the mattress, a love-drunk smile on her face. I smirk as I kiss the inside of her thighs, then I push to my feet and look down at her.
Fern stares back at me, her blonde hair a messy halo around her head. When she reaches a hand out to me, I go eagerly.
I join her on the bed, grabbing her and dragging her into the center next to me. She rolls closer, stroking my cheek as she leans forward to kiss me and moans as she tastes herself on my lips and tongue.
I grip her hip, and she slides her leg over my thigh. My cock presses against her opening, and she rocks against me.
She licks her lips nervously. “I’ve never—”
“Me neither,” I admit.
Her blue eyes round in shock.
I smile. “I was waiting for you.”
She smiles slowly, and I lean forward, kissing her as I roll her onto her back. I move between her thighs and break the kiss as my cock nudges against her snug opening.
We lock eyes. She takes a deep breath and nods.
I grit my teeth as I push inside her. She’s so tight and hot. My balls draw up immediately. I fight back my orgasm, needing to get Fern off first. She’ll always come first with me. Always.
I push in an inch, bumping up against her virginity.
Fern and I share another long look. Lowering my head, I kiss her deeply as I thrust forward, sinking balls deep inside her.
I wait until she relaxes around my cock before I move—a few testing strokes at first, but we quickly fall into a rhythm.
Fern’s hips rise as I thrust forward, her tight pussy clamping down around my length with each movement. She’s so hot, so damn wet, that I slide easily in and out. Her tits bounce with each pounding thrust from my hips, and I’m mesmerized by the sight.
When her legs hitch higher around my waist, I know she’s close again. I recognize the signs now that I’ve made her come once.
Her nails dig into my arms, and she clings to me as she reaches her peak. I pound into her like a beast, my orgasm brewing in my balls. It’s so close, right there, just a little more…
I come with a growl and Fern’s name on my lips. “Fuck, Fern!”
“Jackson,” she cries, her pussy contracting around my cock.
I grit my teeth, my vision hazy with the force of my orgasm. It seems to go on and on. By the time I come back down, I’m spent.
I pull out of Fern slowly, collapsing onto my side next to her. She turns instantly, cuddling into my chest. When she tilts her chin up, I kiss her softly.
When we finally break apart, Fern rests her forehead against my chin, her hands resting on my chest.
“Jackson?”
“Yeah?”
She glances up at me. “I’m really glad you came tonight.”
I laugh. “Double meaning?”
She pauses, then grins. “No, I meant I’m glad you came and got me at dinner.”
My arms tighten around her automatically. “Me too, sweetheart.”
I tilt her chin up, unable to resist one more kiss.