"For your sake, I hope we don't encounter too much traffic, because I plan on having you panting in a few moments, whether it's here in the backseat or in your apartment."
I swallowed as I glanced out the window, willing the traffic to clear. I had a feeling that if Jackson continued his caresses, I wouldn't care who heard me.
Chapter Nineteen
"That's disgusting," I said, wrinkling my nose as I watched Jackson slather a bagel with so much cream cheese that it was almost the same thickness as the bread. "I forgot how much cream cheese you put on your bagel. You might as well just eat it straight from the tub with a spoon."
Jackson paused from spreading the cream cheese on his bagel and looked pointedly at my chest. "I could think of something else I'd like to lick cream cheese off of," he said with a wicked gleam in his eye.
"You're incorrigible!" I laughed, surprised that I still felt a tingle in response to his words, considering I was worn out from our intense lovemaking last night. We had made it back to my apartment from Romero's in record time and I had a niggling worry that Craig had overheard us in the backseat, and as a result, had driven through the streets like Mario Andretti. I had blushed when I had bade him goodnight, but his expression had been blank when he had returned the sentiment.
We hadn't been able to make it to the bedroom, our passion making us rip off each other's clothing before we even made it to the living room. I didn't protest when Jackson pushed me into the kitchen and lifted me up onto the counter. I clutched the edge as he spread my legs apart and stood between them, giving him full access to my quivering arousal. He blew lightly on my aching cleft, making me clench my lower body in anticipation. I was confused when he abruptly stood up with a cool expression, as if he was no longer feeling the eruption of our passion, but his jutting erection was a dead giveaway of his arousal.
"I'm hungry. Do you have anything to eat?" he asked casually. I watched him in disbelief as he opened the refrigerator and then the freezer, as if he were looking for a midnight snack. I was naked, my arms leaning back and supporting my weight as I panted with arousal, my legs apart on the counter and my hips tilted up, completely exposed.
"What are you talking about?" I choked out, watching Jackson dig in the freezer. "We just had dinner. And we're, uh...kind of in the middle of something." My feet curled in frustration, my toes clenching together in need.
Jackson turned back from the freezer, holding a pint of vanilla ice cream. "I found something I want," he said as he closed the freezer and rummaged through my drawers, finding a spoon. My core flooded with warmth when he returned to me, pressing against the counter between my legs. He had a devilish glint in his eye as he took off the lid, dipping the spoon inside.
"Hmm," he said consideringly, as his gaze wandered down my heaving body. My panting seemed to have gotten louder and I couldn't control my breaths. "I know what would make this ice cream taste even better."
He slowly slid the back of the spoon against my collarbone, the metal icy cold from the ice cream melting on top. I shuddered as Jackson slowly glided the back of the spoon down my chest, leaving a cold trail on my hot skin. I held my breath when the spoon came closer to my aching nipple, the erect bud tightening as the metal spoon came tantalizing close. I whimpered when the back of the spoon finally slid against my rock hard peak, pushing against the nub, the cold sensation feeling searingly erotic. I watched as Jackson tipped the spoon, allowing the melting ice cream to dribble onto my breast.
"Jackson!" I cried out when he quickly took my taut nipple in his mouth, catching the ice cream and suckling hard. Jackson's hot mouth and the cold ice cream was an intoxicating mixture and I was helpless against it, pushing up my breast as I reveled in the feeling of Jackson's teeth tugging on my nipple. I felt as if I was going to explode with sensation as Jackson's warm tongue made a hot path down my stomach, licking up the drips of ice cream that had escaped.
"So sweet. You're so sweet," Jackson whispered. "I need more."
I wrapped my legs around Jackson and pushed my wet core against him, struggling to keep myself propped up on the counter, weak from desire.
"It's okay, sweetheart. Lay back. I have a lot more tasting to do." Jackson guided me to lie back on the counter, my legs still circled around him as he leaned forward against the counter, against the center of my arousal. He took another spoonful of ice cream and lavished the same attention to my other nipple, breathing harshly when I arched my back and mewled in pleasure. He then took his time dripping melted ice cream down my body and licking it up. Down my stomach and my belly button, working his way down to my epicenter of pleasure, my climax just on the brink of being unleashed. I couldn't believe how hot I was getting, watching him work his tongue on my body, the hot and cold sensations making me squirm and my toes curl. I didn't think I could take anymore when he unwrapped my legs around him, spreading them apart as far as they would go.
"Now what I'm really hungry for," Jackson rasped, his eyes glittering. I sucked in a sharp breath when I felt the cold spoon against my engorged clit, the sensation on my most sensitive spot both pleasurable and painful. I watched transfixed as Jackson dipped his spoon into the container, filling it with melted ice cream.
"Jackson, please!" I cried out in a garbled voice as I felt it dripping on my clit and down the cleft of my already sopping slit, not sure what I was even asking for. It felt so erotic that I felt like I was going to go crazy, the cold liquid on my wet arousal making my muscles clench reflexively. Jackson lowered his head, sliding his tongue up my cleft, lapping up my wetness and the ice cream as if it was the best thing he had ever tasted. When his mouth latched onto my swollen clit and suckled hard, his tongue laving it up and down inside his mouth, I lost it and felt convulsions shudder through my lower body, keening out in pure pleasure.
When the haze cleared, Jackson was standing between my legs again and gazing at me with glittering eyes. He leaned down and kissed me softly and thoroughly and I tasted myself and the vanilla ice cream on his tongue. It was so erotic that I felt a last convulsion shudder through me.
"I love the taste of you," Jackson whispered against my mouth. "You're even sweeter than ice cream."
"Jackson," I groaned, his words making me tremble. I could feel the stickiness of the residual ice cream between our bodies, and I found it incredibly carnal. The ice cream was then forgotten, melting on the counter, as Jackson hooked his hands behind my knees and lifted my legs, giving him easy access to my slickened center. His control had been amazing while he had been teasing me with the ice cream, but it slipped as the head of his erection pushed through my sensitive folds and he slammed into me, guttural noises tearing from his throat as he consumed me, thrusting into me over and over again until I felt my response building. We both climaxed violently, Jackson holding my hips in place as he shot into me and I flexed convulsively around his shaft.