Chapter 26
Jackson
“Tell me no, Chess. Because I won’t be able to stop once we start. I’ve thought of nothing else but being inside you again since I left your bed.”
“I’m not saying no.”
“Last chance.”
She runs her hand over the bulge in my shorts.
“Fuck,” I grind out as my head lolls to the side of my shoulder.
“That’s the idea.”
My head snaps up and our eyes lock and I’m on her so fast I almost fall over. I usher her down the hallway and into her bedroom. I spin her so her back is to my front and we’re standing at the end of her bed, in front of the full-length mirror she has on the wall.
My right arm wraps around her waist and my left arm drifts up her body, running between her breasts and to her throat. She moans and leans her head back on my shoulder, grinding her ass into my cock.
“Slow it down baby girl, we’re just getting started.” She opens her eyes and watches me in the mirror.
I run my fingers across the top of her jeans, then dip them underneath the slightest bit, still brushing along her skin. She moans again, still watching me, and it’s the hottest fucking thing in the world. I hold her gaze and whisper in her ear.
“You like to watch?” Her eyes flutter and her hand covers mine. I unsnap her top button and push my hand inside, running it along the top of her panties.
“I want to watch you.” Her eyes grow large at my words. I know I’m pushing her. I also know she likes it. My girl loves the dirty talk.
Yup. My girl.
I kiss below her ear and cup her breast, running my thumb over her nipple, which I can feel is already hard right through her tank and bra. I dip my other hand a little lower into her jeans. Her breath picks up. I slide her jeans down over her hips, my eyes never leaving hers in the mirror.
“Is this okay?” She nods and swallows. I smile as she shimmies her jeans down, her pink lace thong coming into view. She’s perfection. I move my hand to her other breast. “Tell me what you’re feeling, Chess. Talk to me.”
She steps out of her jeans, never breaking body contact or eye contact with me. I’m hard as a rock, but I want to make this good for her.
“Tell me, babe.”
“You make me feel good. Wanted.”
“Mmhmm.”
“Desperate.”
I grab the hem of her tank and slide it up and over her head, letting it fall next to us. I’m rewarded with a pink lace bra that matches her thong.
“You dressed for me?” I raise a brow and she grins shyly.
I unsnap the bra and let it fall to the floor.
Her breasts are perfect. More than a handful for my large hands, soft and natural.
She’s gorgeous. I pinch her nipple and she gasps.
I slide my hands back down her waist to her hips, hooking my thumbs in her thong, and slide them down her legs.
She steps out of them, and I raise back to my full height behind her, drifting my hand back down between her legs, sliding a finger inside her pussy.
“I love how you’re always ready for me,” I groan out.
“Chess, let me make you feel better than you ever have before.” She grins and closes her eyes.
“Eyes on me,” I bark out and her beautiful hazel eyes pop open. “Watch me. Watch me get you off.”
I feel her body humming. I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and she fights closing her eyes again. I continue pumping inside her, moving her juices around, brushing her lips and flicking her clit.
“Oh Jackson,” she moans.
“You like that?” I do it again. Her body shivers. She bites her lip.
“Again,” she says. I’m so on board. She’s so responsive.
Opening herself to me. I slide a finger back inside and rub her clit with my thumb.
I add a second and pump in and out, switching my hold to her other breast. She’s moving her hips in time with my fingers, riding my hand.
I feel her getting close. Our eyes are locked on each other.
Her mouth is open and she’s panting. I breathe through my nose, trying to calm my raging hard on.
“I’ve never seen anything sexier,” I tell her.
“How tight you are around my fingers; I can’t wait to feel you ride me.
To feel you strangle my dick with your pussy.
To have your nipples in my mouth.” She’s breathing heavily and nodding to everything I say.
I run my thumb over her clit again and she cries out.
“Come, baby. Come on my hand, Chess. I want to feel you.”
Her hands cover mine, mimicking what I’m doing to her.
One hand feeling me grab her nipple and the other feeling me pump in and out of her.
I study her in the mirror, wanting to keep this vision for life.
I flick her clit one last time and she breaks apart.
She cries out my name, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever heard.
“There it is. Let it go. Come for me,” I whisper in her ear, the talking only prolongs her orgasm.
She’s smiling and moaning and holy shit, I might blow right here.
I rub her clit and drag it out a little more.
Her nipples are hard points and she’s sweating.
I kiss her shoulder, still keeping our eyes locked.
I pull my fingers out of her and run them up her stomach and circle her nipple with her own juices.
Then I put them in my mouth and suck them clean, slowly. Her eyes widen. She’s scandalized.
“I can’t wait to taste you for real. To have you come on my face.”
“Jackson!” She turns into my arms and buries her face in my chest.
“Mm?” I tilt her chin up so she must look at me. “Let me guess. I’m so dirty, right?” I grin.
“Filthy,” she replies. I tighten my arms around her. “That was ... wow.”
“It was, right?” I kiss her lips. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she whispers and pushes me back until my calves hit the back of the bed. “Take your shirt off.”
I raise a brow. “Bossy.”
“I want us on even playing ground.”
“If you want me naked, just ask.”
“Get naked,” she says. I like this side of her. She’s getting bolder and I love it.
I grab my shirt from the back and slide it over my head. Then I unbutton my jeans and slide them down, leaving my boxers on.
She bites her lip, looking at my hard cock pressing against my boxers. “Jackson.”
I grin. “You sure know how to make a man feel good.”
She reaches out and takes me in her hand.
“Babe,” I croak out.
She looks up at me and I’m undone. I circle one arm around her, pulling her close and slide my boxers down with the other. Skin to skin has never felt more like heaven.
“Fuck Chess. I want to make this good for you but I’ll have to make it up to you on the next go around.” I grind into her, and she squeezes my biceps.
We kiss as I sit down on the bed, pulling her onto my lap.
She straddles me and rubs herself along my erection.
My hands go to her tits and I take one in my mouth.
Her head falls back, and she moans. I swear I’m dying.
She puts her hands on my chest, pushing me back lightly.
I scoot us further up the bed and she pushes me down.
She kisses her way down my neck and chest, her hair brushing across my nipples, her hands sliding down my ribs.
She flicks my nipple with her tongue, and I have to think of anything to take me down a notch.
Football stats.
Plays.
Scores.
“Fuck, that feels good.” She smiles up at me, tracing my abs with her tongue. God, this woman.
She moves down my body and I know what she wants to do. I flip her so she’s under me and she lets out a squeak.
“Hey!” She protests.
“Nope. First time I come tonight will be inside you.” I grind down on her and her legs wrap around my hips. Her hot core is wet and pulsing against me. I drop my head against her forehead and surge up again. “Chess. I want to be inside you so bad; I can’t think right now.”
She pulls me closer with her legs. “Then don’t think.”
“Let me grab a condom.” I go to ease off her and she locks her legs. Our eyes meet. Then they flutter down and back up. She’s shy. “I’m…I’m on the pill. I’ve never not used a condom… but…” Her words take mine away.
“Francesca?” She looks up at my use of her full name.
She pulls me tighter. “You’re doing everything perfectly.”
I swallow and hold her gaze. “I’m clean. I’m tested through the school during our physicals.”
Plus, I haven’t been with anyone in a very long time. But now is not the time to play the numbers game.
She nods. I nod. A silent promise made. I lean down and take her lips, swirling my hips, my cock searching for her opening.
“Tell me if I hurt you. I’ll try to go slow but babe, I’ve never gone bareback before, so I don’t know how much control I’ll have.”
“Just take me. I won’t break.”
My heart screams for this woman. I lean down and lick a nipple. Then take the other. I reach down and feel her wetness covering me. She arches into me, and I pinch her clit.
“Oh god...”
I line myself up and slowly push into her. Our eyes meet and I watch for any tells.
“It feels good. Keep going.”
“Your pussy is incredible.” My head drops to her chest again. She wraps her legs tighter, pulling me in. I push through all the way and we both moan as she adjusts to my size.
“You okay?”
“Perfect. Now fuck me, Jackson.”
An animalistic groan comes from my throat, and I take her lips once more, while I rock my hips.
Damn, why did I wait so long with this woman?
We could have been doing this all along.
Her little moans motivate me, and I’ve never felt a connection like what we have. It’s better than any sex I’ve ever had.
Is this what the one feels like?
I still my thoughts.
The one?
What am I saying?
“Hey? Where’d ya go?” She turns my head towards her.
“Right here, babe. I’m right here.”
“You got quiet. Where’s my dirty talk?” she smirks.
“You do like it.”
I kiss her bottom lip, then bite it gently.
“I love being inside you.” She shivers. I travel down, taking her nipple in my mouth and grazing it with my teeth. “Fucking you has never felt so right.” She moans, and I lean back and grab her leg, pulling it up tighter to my hip, increasing my speed and changing angles.
“Oh, Jackson, that’s so good. Harder. More.”
“Fuck, I love your body.” I play with her clit and she squeezes me tight. “Woman. Your pussy is unbelievable, keep squeezing me. I can feel you’re getting close. You want to come?” She moans and I slow down. She whimpers.
“Don’t stop. Jackson!”
I give her a smug grin and grab her other leg, wrapping it around my hip, tilting her up so I can plunge deep inside. “Touch yourself.” I thrust inside and she cries out.
“Louder. I want to hear you, Chess. Do it. Touch your clit while I’m fucking you.” She reaches down and just the sight of her hand where we are joined, her tits bouncing with every thrust, her other hand pinches her nipple, it’s enough to end me right here.
“I’m trying to hold off, but watching you is killing me.” She licks her lips and smiles at me. She fucking smiles. And I’m lost to her.
“Come now. Come with me.” I increase my tempo and I’m about three pumps away from blowing. She tightens up and cries out my name. “Jackson! Oh, I’m coming! Jackson!” she cries again, and I explode inside her. We ride our orgasms out together, and it’s amazing.
I collapse on top of her, breathing heavily.
She kisses my shoulder, then my neck. I turn my head and kiss her lips.
“Fuck. That was good. We should have been doing this years ago.” She chuckles lightly with me.
I roll to the side and lay flat on my back. “I think you killed me.” She turns and snuggles into my side, laying her hand on my chest.
“I hope not. I want to do that again.” I whip my head to her; her eyes are lit up and she’s smiling.
“Oh, we’re doing it again. Don’t you worry about that.”