I look at her in the moonlight. She’s so beautiful. I stop and draw her close. My first kiss is soft, but our pull is electric, and it becomes more aggressive.
She makes a frustrated sound, but then she says, “Please take me home with you.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. We walk back to the car with my cock at half-mast. Once we’re seated, I look over to find her brow creased.
I caress her arm. “Are you sure? I can drop you back at Gabby’s. I want to be with you, but I don’t want you to feel any pressure.”
“My brain and my body are at war with one another.” She smiles. “My body is winning.”
“I’m pleased your body is winning. I think we should reward her. Do you need to pick anything up from Gabby’s?”
“Unless you returned all the clothes from Nordstrom, I think I’ll be okay.”
“Your clothes and everything you had at my place are exactly where you left them.” I pick up her hand and softly kiss the back. “You’ve made me very happy.”
“I haven’t even gotten started yet.” She reaches over and caresses my cock through my pants.
I kiss her, and we make out like teenagers in the backseat as the car whisks us across town.
When we arrive at my apartment building, we leave Brian behind.
We ride the elevator up to my apartment, my hands exploring while I taste, nibble, and suckle my way across her neck.
Chapter 19
Corrine
Jackson makes me feel so beautiful with the way he worships my body. I feel like I’m the only woman in the world. In this moment, I struggle to remember it won’t be like this forever.
I take in a sudden breath, hold it, and let it out. My head tilts back to be next to his. My arms come up so I can put my hands in his hair. His hands cover my breasts as he rubs the nipples into hard points. I arch my back and lean in.
“Your breasts are so soft.” He pulls on my nipples and lavishes them with his tongue.
He runs his palms down my stomach and between my legs where he parts the lips and begins to stroke my hard nub.
My hands fall from his head, my back straightens, and my legs tremble. Jackson nuzzles my neck through my hair.
I sink into his arms as my quivering legs sag.
Jackson moves his hands back to my hips and turns me to face him.
I see so much pleasure in his blue eyes. He wraps his arms around me and clasps my ass as he kisses me.
As we taste each other’s mouths, I slide my hands between us and under the waistband of his boxers. My fingers wrap around the tip of his cock, trying to encircle his girth. He’s hard and ready for me.
He gasps in my mouth. I break the kiss and look up to find him gazing at me.
I move my hands down his thick shaft and bite my lower lip. Reaching the base, I whisper, “I want you inside me.”
I release him and remove his boxers. I kneel as I slide them to the floor. His hands slide off my butt and up my back.
I catch his arm, his hand still on the light switch, and my breasts brush across him. He takes the cue and turns the light back on. He reaches into the side table next to his bed and places three condoms on top.
“You’re learning.” I smile.
“You’re the only one who excites me enough.”
He settles next to me, and I relish his warmth in contrast to the cold air. He watches me watch him and runs his hand down my sides, my hips, and almost to my knees.
I respond with fluid motions of arching, shifting, and raising my legs to allow him to explore farther. He traces with his hands and soft kisses—moving from my feet, up and across my stomach, and across my breasts. He avoids my center, teasing me.
I quiver at his touch and sink into his kisses. He drops down to kiss my breast and lap his tongue around it.
My back arches to push it deeper into his mouth. Every new touch is answered by wiggles, quivers, twitches, or sighs of pleasure.
He gives the other breast equal attention, stopping to trace lines through the freckles in between.
I want to taste him and give him the pleasure he gives me. But each time I try to move to my knees, I lose focus as the pleasures he gives takes away my control.
He takes his time, kissing my neck, using his tongue to trace around my earlobe, across some freckles, and even kissing my eyes when they languidly close.
Jackson props himself up on one arm and locks eyes with me. Then he slides his hand down my stomach.
My body arches, moving to follow him downward. I relax into the bed and into what he’s doing, spreading my legs to welcome him.
He slips in and draws a finger across my wetness, dragging my slickness up across my clit. My mouth falls open. “Oh, that feels so good,” I moan.
His fingers dance around erratically, and I feel the pressure building. When he puts his mouth over my nipple and sucks hard, my whole body jolts sharply and shudders—more than once. I moan my appreciation.
I finally open my eyes. I look around, not able to focus until I find Jackson’s face.
“Did you enjoy that?” He nuzzles my neck as his fingers continue to strum my clit, building me to yet another orgasm.
Words elude me, and I can only nod as I concentrate on the pleasure he’s providing.
His smile grows more prominent. I know this night’s goal: he wants to see how
