"Are you sure, Emma? I don't want you to regret this. We can go slower."
I shook my head. "I want this just as much as you do."
Jackson grinned crookedly. "That's a relief. If I stopped now, I'd probably have to take a cold shower for days."
I smiled up at him, thrilled that this beautiful man wanted me as badly as I wanted him. He led me into his bedroom and I barely registered the large bed as he pulled me down with him, rolling on top of me. The feeling of his muscular body pressing against mine ignited my desire and my hard nipples pushed against his unyielding chest. I parted my legs and cradled him, the yearning between my thighs increasing to an almost painful level.
Jackson leaned down and lightly nipped at my lips, but I wanted him too badly to go slow. I pulled his head closer to mine and kissed him deeply. This time I was the one that invaded his mouth with my tongue, stroking his eagerly and arching my body up against him.
Jackson made a sound of approval in his throat as he seemed to release the reign on his control, matching me stroke for stroke with his tongue. His hand burrowed underneath my shirt and the built-in bra, cupping my breast and stroking my hard nipple with his rough thumb.
I whimpered and arched against his hand, not wanting the sensation to stop.
"I need to see you," Jackson muttered gutturally and he grabbed the edge of my shirt and pulled it over my head, releasing my breasts heavy with arousal with one quick pull. He drank me in greedily and then leaned down to lick one of my painfully hard nipples.
"Oh God," I moaned. "Please."
Jackson looked down at me with glittering eyes. "You're so damn beautiful. All I could think about while I watched you stretch was what you would look like naked. The sounds you would make when I touched you. It's even better than anything I could have imagined."
I was helpless against his words and mouth as he leaned down and caught one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking hard. The feeling was so exquisite that I felt like I was going to come then and there. Jackson gave the same attention to my other nipple as I threaded my hands through his hair, feeling as if it was a lifesaver in a sea of sensations.
I reached down and started pulling up his shirt, wanting to see him and feel his chest against me with no clothes. Jackson propped himself up and pulled his shirt over his head and then leaned back down to kiss me. The sensation of his bare chest against my sensitized nipples was almost too much to handle as I kissed him back wildly, running my hands down his muscular back.
"I need to see all of you," Jackson muttered against my mouth. He kissed his way down my body, running his tongue down my stomach until he met the top of my leggings and skirt. He slowly and excruciating slipped my leggings and panties down my legs.
I was too aroused to feel any nervousness about baring myself to Jackson. All I could think about was how much I wanted him inside of me. I reached down to pull off my skirt, but Jackson stopped me.
"I want you wearing that skirt while you have your legs wrapped around me. I've been imagining you naked with nothing on except that see-through skirt since I saw you wearing it.
My insides clenched as warmth flooded between my legs at his words. Jackson leaned down and started kissing my thighs, working closer and closer to my wetness until I thought I would scream with desire.
When he gently stroked my swollen lips with a finger, I had to bite my lip to stop from begging him to take me.
"So wet," he whispered as he looked up at me. "You're dripping wet for me."
I stared into his eyes, seeing my own need mirrored in his. It was intensely erotic watching him lower his head, his eyes still locked on mine. When I felt his tongue lick my wetness, I cried out shamelessly.
"So sweet," he muttered as he drew my swollen bud into his mouth, suckling hard. My hips shot off the bed as he kept his mouth on me, sucking on my aroused bud until I felt like I could take no more. Until I felt him slip a finger inside of me.
"So tight and wet for me."
I sobbed, thrashing my head back and forth on the pillow. "Please. I need you inside of me."
I heard a zipper and the crinkle of a foil packet and then Jackson was hovering over me, his face tight with desire and the muscles in his arms corded as he supported himself above me. My black skirt pooled around my waist as I wrapped my legs around him.
"Tell me if I'm hurting you," he said through clenched teeth as I felt the head of his arousal invading my swollen lips. I arched my hips off the bed, eager to have him inside me. My movement caused part of him to slide into me and I reveled at how tightly he stretched me even without entering me fully.
"Fuck," Jackson hissed as he held himself still. He tried to smile at me, but I could see the effort it was taking for him not to move. "Careful sweetheart or this is going to be over before it's begun."
"I don't care," I said, my need making me bold. "Please. Fuck me."
Jackson grinned, looking almost feral as he slid deeper into me. "You got it."
I cried out in sweet agony as he pounded into me, the fullness of him stretching me to the point of pain. But I didn't care. All I cared about was him slamming into me, driving the coil of pressure inside of me tighter and tighter until I couldn't take it anymore. When he reached down and flicked the bud of my arousal as he continued thrusting into me, I keened in pure pleasure as I felt waves and waves of my orgasm undulating across my body.
After the pleasure of my release faded, I looked up at Jackson. His teeth were gritted and his eyes were dark as he continued to thrust into me, his clenched jaw showing just how close he was. I reached up and caressed his jaw and that seemed to be his undoing.
"Christ, Emma," he groaned as he shuddered, his arousal pumping inside of me as he found his release. It was a beautiful sight and I thought I would never forget what Jackson Reynard looked like losing himself in me.
Jackson collapsed on the bed and rolled over next to me, dragging me with him so that I was half on top of him. He looked exhausted as he fought to catch his breath, his eyes closed.
"Jackson? Are you okay?"
Jackson opened his eyes, their green depths sparkling as he grinned at me.
"I'd say I'm more than okay."
I felt my sanity return as the glow of the incredible hot sex I had just engaged in wore off. I was uncomfortably aware of my legs sprawled on top of Jackson and my skirt bunched up around my waist. My right arm was across Jackson's chest and he was lightly stroking it with his fingertips. I was glaringly aware of how naked I was and I got a good look at Jackson's arousal for the first time, impressive even at half-mast.