I can’t get enough of his mouth. It is intoxicating. The way his tongue pushes in and owns me just makes me stupid and lights something on fire deep within me.
I can’t control the sounds coming out of me.
With his hands on my ass, Jackson lifts me off the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist and feel his hardness pressing against me. He kisses with abandon, as if we’ve never kissed before. It makes my toes curl and my pussy clench.
“God, woman. What you do to me,” he mutters. He lowers me to the bed, sliding his hands off my ass. They roam all over my legs, which are still locked around his waist. I’m fucking his mouth, kissing his neck, sucking and biting at him between little panting moans.
He lays me back, and the sensation of his mouth on my body is electric. I squirm and moan, my hands grasping at the sheets, desperate for something to hold on to as shocks of sensation flow through me.
It feels so fucking good the way he sucks as much of my breast into his mouth as he possibly can. I gasp as he pulls his mouth off of my nipple, sucking so hard that his lips leave my flesh with a little pop. I look down to meet his gaze, and the devious smirk on his lips steals my breath and makes it hard to think.
“Mmmm, fuck, my love,” Jackson says, his voice low and husky. “You’ve made me so happy.”
I sigh and close my eyes, enjoying the sensation of Jackson sucking and kissing his way down the inside of my leg, his tongue dipping and sliding across that sensitive, ticklish spot just behind my knee. He slides a wet trail up the inside of my thigh, stopping to suck and bite and taste all that smooth skin.
Jackson seals his mouth over my pussy, his tongue lapping at the slick juices that drip from me.
“Right there,” I gasp. “Don’t stop.”
A growl reverberates against my skin as my bliss overtakes me. “You’re so fucking sweet.”
I’m reduced to nothing but a writhing, squirming, moaning puddle of need.
When my vision returns, Jackson’s as hard as a lead pipe. One look at that big cock, hard and seeping, and I want it. Every damn inch of it. I need it buried deep and forcing me open.
He strokes himself a little before lifting his cock up and pushing his hips forward, sliding down to my entrance, nudging the fat head of his dick into my slick channel.
As my walls stretch around the sheer girth of Jackson’s cock, I moan my pleasure. He pushes in and out, slowly and deliberately. “I want to do this with you for the rest of my life,” he grunts.
I can feel my climax climbing again, and together we reach our pinnacle. Afterward, as we try to catch our breath, we lie next to each other.
“I’m serious,” he says. “I’m not perfect, and I will absolutely get things wrong. But I love you. We can go with whatever pace you need—keep Gabby’s apartment, or work somewhere else, just promise me you’ll be with me.”
I roll over and hold him tight. “I will be with you forever.”
His kiss is soft and luscious. I can already feel his hardness returning.
He rolls over and picks up his pants off the floor. He goes rummaging in the pocket and pulls out a stunning, emerald-cut diamond ring.
Getting down on one knee, he asks, “Corrine, will you marry me?”
The answer seems obvious. I nod. “Yes.”
Kissing me deeply, he rolls me onto my back. “You’ve made me so happy. Can we do it tomorrow?”
“No!” I giggle. “I want Gabby and your mom there.”
“I just want to lock it down before you change your mind.”
I stroke him. “Trust me, I’m locked.”
“Should we call your dad and tell him?”
“Maybe after we’re married. I don’t want him to spoil our day.”
We enjoy each other throughout the night, even though I should be sleeping, and I’m exhausted and spent by the time I get any rest.
****
In the morning, we’re late for breakfast, but it seems so is everyone else.
Most of the guests are relaxing and sitting around the pool, enjoying the morning. There are six players left for the big day, and it’s usually a long session. Those that aren’t playing have excursions around Maui, quick trips over to see the volcano on the Big Island, or downtime by the pool.
Gradually everyone finishes breakfast and disperses for the day, but I’m sticking close to help, if needed.
When four o’clock comes around, the game begins again. I stand next to Caroline as we watch our men battle.
“I told Mason he couldn’t bet any property,” she says.
“I can’t believe Jackson won this place. I would be devastated if he lost it.”
“He won’t.” Caroline turns to me with a big smile. “I couldn’t help but notice your left hand is a little heavier than it was yesterday.”
My stomach churns with excitement. “Yes, Jackson asked me last night. I’m overwhelmed and excited.”
“Trust me, you’re perfect for him.”
Nate is the next to lose, and he comes over and sits with me to watch. “You really did a fantastic job this weekend.”
“Thank you. I had fun. I hope everyone else did too.”
“I understand you’re not interested in working for Jackson any longer,” he says after a moment.
“I figured since we’re getting married, I should find something else.”
“Congratulations.” Nate smiles, and I know he means it. “I have a proposal for you. I know you’re familiar with the Lancaster Foundation, and I really want that work to continue. I’ve been looking for an executive director. Would you
