“I’ll get a condom,” he says, making to move off me.
“Wait,” I whisper. “We don’t have to.” I feel his cock twitch in my hand and can’t resist stroking it.
“Rosie, are you sure?” he breathes.
“We can’t unbutter the bread,” I say, echoing his words from months ago and he swallows my laugh with grinning lips.
“I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
I nod, desperately. “Please, Jackson, I want to feel you inside me.”
“Is that right?” he purrs, his lips teasing mine. “You want to be full of my come? You want to feel it dripping out of your tight pussy?”
I whimper with need, trying to spread my legs further.
“Yes,” I moan. “Fill me up, Jackson.Please.”
He lifts up on his knees, staring down at me with a reverence that makes me feel like a goddess.
“Is it okay?” he asks, his hands traveling my body and gently feeling the curve of my stomach as he helps pull my shirt over my head.
I nod, biting my lip. “I uh, I looked into it.”
He looks at me with a grin. “Looked into what, pretty girl?”
I roll my eyes and attempt to hide the flush in my cheeks. “After the first time, I wanted to know if it’s okay for you to usethat.” I tilt my head towards his impressive length.
“Use that,” he repeats, his smirk growing.
“You know how big you are.”
He opens his mouth, his eyes lit up, ready to say something funny.
“Can you just fuck me already?” I ask as an incredulous laugh bubbles out of me.
He chuckles as he uses his fingers to spread me before him like a feast. “I love the sound of you begging, pretty girl.”
He gently teases the tip of his cock to my clit and I bite back a moan. He nudges his tip at my entrance and suddenly I’m so full I lose my breath. This is better than the first time, better than the ‘hormonal’ hook ups we’ve had the last few weeks.
This ismore.
His thumb lightly plays with my clit as he thrusts inside me and my back arches off the bed.
“Play with those pretty tits for me, Rosie.”
I do as he asks, rolling my sensitive nipples between my fingers as he rocks into me, gripping my thighs.
The feel of his hips pistoning into mine, his delicious length hitting just the right spot, his thumb on my clit, andhis hands gripping my waist is almost too much. I run my hands along his chest, my nails lightly scratching at his skin.
I want him closer, so I reach my hands up and tug at his shoulders until his body is bracketing mine and his cock is pulsing inside me. The new angle lets me tilt my head up to his, pressing my lips to his and panting into his mouth as he hooks my leg over his hip.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful,” he says, his hand reaching up to play with my nipple. His thumb flicks against the bud before he reaches between us and thumbs at my clit. I can’t hold back any longer, my legs shaking around him as I come.
He works me through it, rubbing my clit with his hand, his hips pumping into mine. He throws his head back as he comes, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tenses.
Jackson collapses, careful to keep his weight off me.
We breath together for a few seconds, his arms bracketing me so he doesn’t crush me with his weight.
