Jackson groaned as he opened his eyes, his gaze pinning me as he guided the head of his erection into my wet folds. I gasped as he started to stretch me. It had been a long time since my last sexual encounter and I was tight even though I was dripping wet. I saw Jackson struggling to slow down as he felt the resistance, but I needed to feel possessed by him so I raised my hips, pushing him in deeper.
"Emma," he rasped. "Careful, you're too tight. We need to go slow or I'm going to hurt you."
"Please, Jackson," I begged, wanting the discomfort as much as the pleasure. Anything to have him fully sheathed inside of me. I lifted my hips again, pushing him in more, and Jackson lost it. He plunged the rest of the way into me, entering so deeply into me that I felt that head of his shaft hit the end of me. I cried out, pain mixing with pleasure.
"Shit. Are you okay?"
I wrapped my legs around Jackson, the discomfort fading until I just felt the fullness of him. "I'm more than okay. Fuck me, Jackson."
Jackson groaned as he started moving inside of me, thrusting in and out of me with a force that had the headboard slamming against the wall. He trapped my hands above my head with his, pumping his hips fiercely as he slammed into me again and again, until I felt the pressure mounting deep inside me. I was on the brink of climax when I made a horrified sound.
"What is it?" Jackson bit out through gritted teeth, the strain of stopping making him tremble. "Am I hurting you?"
"A condom!" I gasped, not believing that we had forgotten such an important detail. "You're not wearing a condom."
Jackson shook his head. "I can't stop now to put on a damn rubber." He was already starting to move inside me again and despite my horror at our carelessness, my body was still responding.
"Jackson." It was an effort to speak, my words interspersed with mewling sounds of pleasure, my body intent on finding its release. "I'm on the pill but we should still be safe." I didn't know what exactly Jackson had been up to these past few years, but the little I had glimpsed in the tabloids was enough to make me want Jackson wearing a condom.
"Sweetheart, I'm clean. I can't stop now. It...feels...too...damn...good." Jackson was straining even more and I knew he was close. I decided to throw caution to the wind and accept that we weren't using a condom, but I still wanted to make at least one concession to safety even if it wasn't foolproof.
"Just...just pull out when you come," I said, gasping as Jackson continued thrusting inside of me. He stilled at my words, his arms trembling on either side of me as they supported his weight. Jackson had a savage look on his face as his piercing eyes gazed into mine.
"I can't," he said desperately, looking wild. "I need to come inside of you. I need to be a part of you."
"Jackson-"
He leaned down, burying his head in my neck. "Sweetheart, please. I need you to be mine, if only for today."
My heart ached at his words, feeling him tremble from the effort of not continuing to thrust into me. I told myself I was foolish, stupid and careless. But that didn't stop me from moving my hips beneath him as my answer, tightening my muscles around his hard length.
Jackson groaned as he started pumping his hips again, impaling me over and over with his erect shaft until I felt my muscles convulsing around him, taking me over the crest as I cried out in pleasure. Jackson had stilled during my climax and only started moving again after my last shudder, plunging deeply in me again and again, sweat rolling off of him until he threw back his head, making deep guttural sounds. Despite my earlier concerns, I found myself wrapping my legs around him and milking his shaft, not wanting to lose a single drop of him.
He collapsed on top of me and I smoothed my hands down his sweaty back, caressing him as we were still intimately joined. I couldn't explain the pleasure I felt knowing that he had come inside of me, wanting to keep us connected for as long as possible. Jackson seemed to feel the same way because when he rolled off me and onto his back, he took me with him so I was draped over him, still impaled by his shaft. We didn't speak as we lay together, Jackson gently brushing my back as I ran my fingers down his chest. We were both lost in our own thoughts. I wondered what Jackson was thinking about but was too afraid to ask. I was afraid to say anything that would break the spell that had seemed to stop time, to allow us these precious hours to forget the pain we had caused each other.
Chapter Sixteen
When we finally stirred, it was to take a languid shower together, relearning the planes of each other's bodies. Afterwards, we wrapped ourselves in robes supplied by the hotel and ordered room service. By an unspoken agreement, we didn't talk about anything having to do with our past relationship. Jackson told me about his latest movie and some of the near scrapes he had gotten into by doing some of his own stunts. He also told me about all the countries he had been to while shooting his past films. His stories made me realize that he lived in a world I was totally unfamiliar with, filled with famous people and adventures reserved only for the rich. It was sometimes easy to forget that Jackson was a celebrity and I reminded myself that he was no longer my Jackson, but Jackson Reynard. He didn't belong to me, he belonged to the world.
Jackson took a deep interest in what I had been doing over the past five years and I filled him in, although my stories were a lot less exciting than his were. I was relieved that Jackson didn't broach the subject of relationships again. I didn't need to know about all the beautiful women he had been with these past five years, and I didn't want him to know about the woefully empty personal life I had led, with only a couple of half-hearted relationships that hadn't developed into anything serious.
"Let's take a bath," Jackson suggested, standing and holding out his hand to me. I hesitated, checking the time on the wall clock. The longer I stayed here, the harder it would be to leave. We were weaving together a fantasy world that would be shattered when reality set in.
"Jackson, it's almost six o'clock. Maybe I should leave. It's going to get...too complicated the longer I stay."
Jackson grabbed my hand, pulling me up from the sofa. He cradled my head in his hands, leaning down to kiss me gently. "You promised me one night. I want you next to me tonight. We have the rest of our lives to be apart."
I was helpless against his request and allowed him to pull me into the bathroom, which looked more like a spa. Jackson flicked on a switch and a light steam immediately began filling the room. I blinked as I marveled at our own private sauna. The bath was actually a Jacuzzi and I relaxed in the warm bubbling water, my back against Jackson's front. It felt sinfully arousing being surrounded by the hot water and Jackson's warmth, his hands making their way down my body, stopping to tease my nipples. I arched against his hand as he rolled my aroused peaks between his fingers. I tensed in anticipation as his hands drifted lower and he wrapped his legs around mine, spreading my legs apart so that I was fully exposed.