Page 59 of Rumours and Romance
“Well, when you put it that way,” I return his kiss, taking it deeper. Then I let my lips trail down his torso, over the ripples of his stomach, following the small trail of hairs that leads to where I want to be. Unzipping his pants, I pull them down with his underwear. The second his cock is free, I wrap my hand around it and tug gently.
“Fuck, babe,” he groans, his hand going to the back of my head. “I thought I was going to be the one handing out orgasms.”
I swipe my tongue over the bead of pre-cum glistening on his tip. “You’ll get your turn. But first, I need to say thank you for being so understanding and forgiving.”
Jackson bends down, his eyes brimming with love as he cups my chin. “There’s nothing to forgive.” He kisses me, then straightens. “But feel free to do what you were going to do anyway.”
I giggle and give him an exaggerated eye roll before returning my attention to what is in front of me. I lick my lips, earning another groan. Keeping my eyes fixed on his, my mouth opens and takes the first inch of him in, sucking and swirling my tongue around him. I start to slide up and down his length, still keeping my mouth at the tip.
“Fuuuuck.” He expels the word as a long sigh when I finally slide him in my mouth as far as I can take him. Slowly I begin to move up and down, taking my time alternating between squeezing with my hand and licking long, slow licks along his cock. I slide my hand around from his hip, to cup his balls and give them an experimental tug.
“Jesus Christ!”
I do it again, humming with pleasure when his hand tightens in my hair.
“Oh God. Mila. Babe. I’m gonna come.” He gently pulls me off and lifts me up, capturing my mouth in a deep kiss. “I need to be inside of you.” He walks the few steps over to the bed and sits down, pulling me into his lap. I push on his chest so that he lays down, and somehow he uses his strong arms to shift us both backward so that we’re fully on the bed. I never liked being manhandled by guys, but with Jackson it’s fucking sexy. I stretch out on top of him, bringing our bodies into total contact. His hand drifts down to squeeze my ass, sending a fresh wave of wet heat between my legs.
“I need you,” I moan against his lips. Grabbing my hips, he lifts me up slightly, and lines me up with his cock. I sit up, and slide down his shaft, gasping at the fullness of having him inside of me. We both still, connected by our bodies and our eyes. Slowly my hips start to rock back and forth, creating a delicious friction as my pelvis grinds against him. It’s not enough, though, I need more. My hand snakes down to play with my clit, but Jackson covers it with his own hand.
“Mine.” It comes out as more of a growl than a word, and good grief is that hot. I let him thumb my clit as my body undulates on top of him. My hands cup my breasts, squeezing them, then run up to thread through my hair. When I feel my muscles tightening, readying for what’s sure to be an explosive release, I drop my hands to place them on his chest and use the leverage to lift up and down more vigorously, chasing the orgasm that’s coiling inside of me.
“Jackson, more. I need more.”
He grabs my hips, his fingers digging into my ass as he lifts me up and down, guiding my movements.
“I want to give you everything.”
I come apart as he squeezes my ass one more time and my hips grind over him. He pulls me down into a sloppy, hot, deep kiss. I feel him thrust up into me a few times and then he’s groaning into my mouth and I feel him shoot off inside of me. I collapse down into his waiting arms, feeling his heart pounding in time with my own. Our skin is slick with sweat, and I kiss his chest, tasting the saltiness of him.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.” He kisses the top of my head, leaving his lips pressed against my hair for several seconds. “You’re everything, babe. You are the love of my life. And I never want to stop loving you.” His voice is full of emotion, and I lift my head, seeking his lips. We stay like that, kissing, our hands roaming over each other’s bodies, touching and exploring every inch. Even though it’s only the afternoon, I feel myself relaxing so fully, my eyes are drifting closed.
“Sleep, babe,” Jackson whispers. I nuzzle into his chest and give in to the pull of sleep.
I wake up some time later to an empty bed. But I can hear Jackson talking to Milo, and the sound of his deep voice makes me smile. I stretch, and climb out of bed, grabbing a T-shirt and panties to wear. When I get to the kitchen, Jackson is playing with Milo, wearing only a pair of sweatpants that he left over here a few weeks ago.
Holy crap on a cracker. That man, wearing nothing but low-slung sweats, loving on my dog. It just does not get hotter than that.
“Are you just gonna stand there drooling, or are you going to come here and let me love you?”
I startle, not realizing he saw me watching him. He’s smirking at me, but his eyes widen when he takes in what I’m wearing. I arch my brow at him and place my hand on my hip. “Now who’s drooling?”
He stands up and prowls over to me. “You’re wearing next to nothing. Of course I’m going to drool.”
“You’re the one wearing sex pants.”
“Sex pants?”
I gesture to his perfectly defined abs and hips on full display, thanks to those pants. And of course, the imprint of his magnificent cock. He’s obviously going commando under there and the thought of tugging down his pants and freeing him makes me bite my lip in anticipation.
“Yeah. Sex pants. Pants that make me, or hell, any woman, think of sex.”
His hands slide around my hips, going under my shirt to find my bare skin. ”So, you’re thinking of sex right now?” He drops his voice down low. “Like, right, right now?”
I look up at him and nod slowly. Then without warning, his hands go around me, and I’m lifted up and into the air, tossed over his shoulder, and I’m carried back to the bedroom.
“Oh my God, Jackson!” He just chuckles and squeezes my ass, which is hanging out, thanks to my lack of clothes.
