Page 115 of Hidden & Held

He moves to my button and looks up, seeking permission. I nod enthusiastically and he has the good grace to hold back a laugh at my eagerness. He pulls down my jeans and I kick them off the rest of the way.

One hand on my hip, the other moves up my inner thigh slower than I want.

“Tell me something, did you touch yourself”—his fingers graze over my pussy and my body jerks at the movement—“when the viscount was touching his wife?”

His fingers slowly stroke back and forth as he begins to kiss across my waist.

“Yes,” I say breathily. “But I imagined it was you.”

The admission must undo him because his mouth moves to my clit, causing me to grab a fistful of his hair, holding on for dear life. He holds me steady at the waist as he pushes two fingers inside of me, hitting a spot only he has ever found. My hips buck as I pull his face closer.

He breaks away slightly. “That’s right, Sugar. Ride my face, take what you need.”

Before I can yell at him to get back to it, he moves back to his mission with new vigor.

I’m panting, barely able to stand when he curls his fingers and my core tightens. I explode against his mouth. He slows his motions, letting me ring out every last bit of pleasure as my grip in his hair relaxes.

He looks at me in awe, and with the specific emotion that I know he feels but neither of us have ever shared. Not now, not when my body is so in need of him.

“So, that’s all you got?” I tease.

He laughs and stands, picking me up with him. My legs wrap around his waist, a dance we haven’t forgotten. He sets me on the bed, yanking his pants and boxers down.

Lying on the bed, legs splayed out, I giggle at the sight I must present.

“Oh, I’m nowhere near done with you,” he says, grabbing my shirt and pulling it over my head. “I’ve had months of missing you. We’re just getting started.”

“Good,” I purr, pulling his shirt over his head. I gently caress his broad chest, down to his toned abs. “I’ve missed you, too.”

“Are you talking to me or my body?” he questions with a smirk.

“Does it matter?”

He crawls up the bed, encouraging me to scoot all the way back. He grabs his cock and teases my entrance. He looks into my eyes, seeking reassurance. I reach out, my hand cradling his face.

“Yes, Jackson. I want this. Want you. Us.”

Jackson grabs my hand and kisses my palm, needing the words more than I realized. Moving slowly, he inches inside me and my walls tighten around him. Once he’s all the way inside, he stops, resting his forehead against mine as we savor the moment.

“Thank you, Sugar.”

We stay there for a moment before my hips arch, needing him to move. And move he does. Hitting the perfect spot with each thrust.

His lips move down to my nipple, causing my back to bend as he keeps with his steady movements. He switches to my other one, giving it the same attention as the first while my nails dig into his shoulders, pulling him closer. He grabs my hip, arching my body higher, and I tighten around him even more.

“Jackson,” I barely get out on a whisper.

“I got you,” he vows, and I let go, shattering in his arms, taking him along with me.

He falls forward, catching himself before crushing me and rolling to the side. He pulls me in close as we both stay silent, catching our breath.

A tear slips out of my eye, falling onto Jackson’s chest. So grateful that we’re here. Together. He moves me so I’m looking at him and swipes it away with his thumb.

“I know, Sugar. Me too. Never again, I promise.”

I nod and he squeezes me closer as we soak up the moment, limbs and hearts entangled.

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