Page 98 of Love Wells Kept

I can’t help but question if all of this is Jackson going through a bit of a crisis following his near-death experience and eventually he’ll fall back into his cautious, rule-abiding personality. If that’s the case, I don’t want to let the moment slip away. I want to fuck my husband in the hot springs, with his filthy words bringing me to the brink of orgasm on their own.

And I know he’s probably going to tell me to use my words, but they’re gone. I’m stupefied by the hunger in his eyes and the insatiable need between my legs. So I nod. Frantically. It’s the best I can give him.

He glides a finger inside me. There’s no denying I’m wet in a way that has nothing to do with the pool water lapping over our bodies, and Jackson groans low in his throat at the discovery.

My chest rises and falls in a wild commotion. I swear I’ve never wanted anything the way I want his hands on me right now. I grip his forearms to keep his hands right where they are.

“You’re so wet.” His eager lips find mine. “Tight.” Kiss. “Warm.” Kiss. “Mine.” Kiss.

I make quick work of undoing the tie at the top of his shorts and thrust my hand inside to grip him. Fist his shaft, circle my thumb over the smooth head.

“Fuck, you’re amazing.” He drops his head to my shoulder. The crook of his finger inside me nearly has me falling apart.

I pull myself together in the nick of time to twist around his cock and elicit a moan from him as guttural and loud as my own.

“Tell me I can be inside you,” he whispers against the column of my neck before nipping the delicate skin there.

“Here?” I croak.

“Here, Kit. Let me fuck you in the hot springs like you wanted.”

“Jackson, we don’t have to just because I—”

He strokes my pussy, folding my entire body in on itself. And I rock my hips against him, desperate for friction.

“You’re right, we don’t have to.” He’s all flushed skin and dilated eyes, sweat beaded above his eyebrow. “But I really fucking want to. Haven’t stopped thinking about it since you suggested it last night.”

I chew the inside of my cheek, taking one last look around the pool deck, eyes narrowed.

“Okay,” I whisper. “Fuck me right here.”

Jackson pulls his finger from inside me, and in a frenzy that sends heavy waves rolling away from us, he tugs down the waistband of his shorts. Letting them hang low slung on his hips, he pulls out his cock and the slow pump of it cuts through the water.

I lift up, preparing to take my bottoms off, when Jackson pinches the fabric and pulls it to the side. The hem catches on my swollen clit, and the desperation of this moment—that we can’t even bother getting undressed—makes heat pool in my core.

He notches himself at my entrance, and with a slow, steady push, he stretches me around him. I’m wet, but submerged in water, so there’s a sharp pull initially. I gasp, widening my straddle, and sink a little farther. A little farther yet. Fed by the whimpers slipping from his lips and the tight grip he has on my ass.

“That’s it. That’s my girl,” he moans against my skin. The rasp of his beard the perfect texture next to his soft kisses.

Once I’m fully seated on his cock, Jackson’s free hand threads into my hair and he pummels his hips up into mine.

The water between us is electrified, zipping with energy as the buoyancy of the water makes each thrust more intense. His rough hands on my body pull me to meet him. I bounce up and down, splashing water across the stone slab behind his head.

What the fuck is my life?

Almost three months ago, I was cradling his injured body in the hospital. Then he was so depressed, I thought he might try to kill himself. I didn’t know if we’d ever find our way back together. Now I’m kissing him within an inch of his life and riding him in a public hot spring. A star-filled night sky hanging above us, thick forest and the sounds of wildlife all around.

His cock hits all the right spots, and my frantic body becomes entirely loose in his arms. Each pulse of my pussy around his cock edging the both of us.

There’s no way we aren’t getting caught, with the volume of the moans. It’s obscene, but I no longer care. Let them see. Let them watch the man I love make me come so fucking hard.

I rock my hips against his, finding my orgasm, feeling a wave of muscle tightness through my body.

“Jackson, I—fuck, I’m coming.”

“Yeah, you are.” He grunts on his next aggressive upward thrust. “Come on my cock, Kit.”

He continues muttering absolute filth in my ear while his bruising grip controls my hips. Lifting me nearly off and slamming me back down. My heart beats out of my chest, and I ride my way through the orgasm, clenching and collapsing against him.