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Love Left Behind Page 82
Author: S.H. Kolee

My mind whirled with everything Jackson was confessing to me. My heart ached for him but I didn't know if I could trust him again. How could he claim that he loved me so much yet have been sleeping with Claire throughout our relationship? But as much as I wanted to throw his plea back in his face, to keep my self-respect, I knew it was a lost cause. Because I hungered for him, body and soul, and I would never feel at peace without him. I just needed to take things slow. I couldn't rush headlong into a full-blown relationship with Jackson like I had the first time.

"We can try," I said hesitantly. "We can start to get to know each other again. We're different people now. We might not feel the same once we're together again."

Jackson pulled me close, burying his face in my hair. "Thank God. I'll make it up to you, sweetheart. We'll be good again."

He lifted his head, gazing at me with reverence. He leaned down and gently kissed me, our lips clinging together. "I need to be with you tonight, sweetheart."

I nodded in response, not caring at the moment what the future held. It was enough to be in Jackson's arms.

Jackson cradled me in his arms, carrying me into the bedroom and gently setting me down on the bed. He took his time as he kissed my neck, unbuttoning my blouse and trailing kisses down my chest and stomach. I clenched in anticipation but Jackson was going far too slow, my need demanding more.

"I'm not made out of glass, Jackson," I whispered. "I won't break."

Jackson glanced up at me, looking ashamed. "After the last time we were together...I acted like an animal. All I could think about was marking you as mine. I couldn't stand seeing you with another man."

I grasped his hand, drawing him back up so our faces were close together, our breaths mingling. "I was angry, but really at myself, not you. I was angry that I could lose myself in you again, to want you so badly that nothing else mattered." I tilted my hips up, rubbing my sensitive center against the ridge of Jackson's erection. "But I don't care anymore. I'm an animal when I'm with you. All I can think about is you possessing me. Mark me, Jackson. I'm yours."

Jackson groaned, slanting his lips over mine as his control slipped. I reveled in the hard pressure of his mouth, tangling my tongue with his and wrapping my legs around his waist. "We'll go slower later, baby. I promise. I need you too much now."

"I don't want you to go slow," I gasped as he pulled my bra down, not bothering to take the time to unlatch it in the back. He closed his lips around a nipple, scraping his teeth against the erect peak and I cried out as the feeling of his hot mouth made desire shoot through my body, pooling in my core. I pulled at his shirt, wanting him in as little clothes as possible. Jackson leaned up, quickly discarding his shirt before latching onto my aching nipple again.

I felt his hands on my slacks, undoing them and pushing them down along with my panties. He didn't bother pulling them down all the way, too intent on his goal. He traveled down my body and buried his face in my cleft, sucking my clit mercilessly as he inserted first one, then two fingers inside of me, pushing them in and out forcefully.

I was desperate for release as my hips arched up, pushing against his mouth and circling restlessly. I cried out in surprise and pleasure when I felt him finger my anus, pressing against the puckered opening gently until I felt a fingertip slip inside. The wetness of my arousal had lubricated his finger, giving it easy passage. I had never had anyone touch me like this, not even Jackson, and the taboo of it made my arousal go off the charts.

"Jackson," I mewled, feeling like I couldn't handle the sensation of his mouth latched onto my swollen bud as his finger entered deeper into my forbidden territory as my body clutched around him.

"Come on, baby. Come on," Jackson muttered encouragingly as he continued his assault. "Come for me, sweetheart."

When he inserted his wet finger fully into my anus, pulling in and out, fucking me gently with his finger, I couldn't take anymore and I screamed, shudders rocking me as my lower body convulsed over and over again.

When the last shudder had left my body, Jackson slid back up my body, kissing me gently. "There's nothing better than hearing you come, feeling you convulse against my mouth."

I gave Jackson a mischievous smile after I had caught my breath, my hands traveling down and slipping between our bodies, under his jeans. I stroked his hard erection sheathed by the cotton of his underwear, loving the feel of him ready for me. "Oh, I could think of one thing that's better."

Jackson grinned as I undid his jeans and pushed them down along with his underwear with my feet, kicking my own pants off in the process. The feeling of Jackson's hard shaft nestled between my legs was glorious, my wetness making it feel even more erotic.

"How do you want to fuck me?" I whispered, feeling wanton and daring. "I've never been fucked in the ass before except for your finger just now. I'm wondering what it'll feel like to have your cock ramming me in the ass."

Jackson's smile disappeared, replaced with a fierce intensity, his face tight with arousal. "Let's find out," he rasped gutturally. He flipped me on my stomach, drawing me up until I was on all fours. "I need your wetness on me first." He slid his length into my wet warmth and I gasped as my muscles clenched around him. Jackson groaned as he quickened the pace, sliding his shaft almost completely out before slamming back into me. He reached down, rubbing my bud that was already swollen and sensitive from my previous climax, making me desperately push back against his thrusts, reveling in the sensations. I didn't even remember my earlier request until I heard Jackson speak, his teeth gritted as he forced out words between grunts.

"Sweetheart, this feels too good. I...don't know...if I can leave your pussy-"

Before Jackson finished his sentence, I felt him pull out of me completely. I whimpered at losing his hard length, pushing my bottom back, desperate to be filled by him again. I cried out when I felt the head of his shaft pressing against the opening of my anus. I automatically relaxed myself, wanting to take him inside.

"Fuck. So tight. So...fucking...tight." Jackson was grunting like an animal behind me, and that fueled my desire. "Baby, tell me if I'm hurting you."

I pressed my rear back, gasping as I slowly took his head inside of me. The sensation was completely foreign yet wildly arousing, totally different from when he had fingered my anus. The fit was incredibly tight, almost to the point of pain, but the thought of committing such a taboo act with Jackson made me wild with desire.

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