I kiss her on her lips, dragging my tongue across them right before I invade her mouth. The kiss starts out gentle, soft, but it slowly builds into frantic, fast, hard, needy.
"I think you have too many clothes on." She breaks the kiss, sliding her hands under my T-shirt, pulling it up and off of me.
Her fingertips trace along the tattoos on my chest. My cock sprung to life the moment I laid eyes on her, and it's throbbing now. She follows her fingers with her tongue as I drop my head on a groan.
"The first time I saw you without a shirt, that night I dreamed of doing this to you," she tells me while placing little butterfly kisses on my chest.
Her hands snake to the button on my jeans, opening it slowly lowering the zipper. "Can Mr. Big come out and play?" She laughs while kissing and biting my nipple.
"Oh, he's coming out to play all right." And it's in that moment I remember I have no condoms.
I step back away from her hands before I shoot off in her hand. Her startled look breaks me. "I'm sorry. I went too fast," she stutters, shaking her hands on the side of her hips.
"No, angel, it's not that. I don't have any protection. I mean, I didn't think this was going to happen today." I grab my hair in my hands, ready to pull my own hair out.
"I'm on an IUD. I have been since Lilah was born. I know that"-she looks down at her hands clasped in front of her-"that I was, um, with that guy, but I've been tested." She wipes away a tear with the back of her hand. "I understand if you don't trust me." Another tear falls down her cheek, this one wiped away by me as I lift her face to look into her eyes.
"I'm clean. I've never been without one. I don't want to have anything between us. I want just you. I want just me. I want it to be just us," I tell her. "Is that okay, angel?"
She places a kiss right over my heart. "Yes, Jackson. That's perfect."
Chapter Forty-One
Bella
He places me gently in the middle of the bed. I sink into the fluffy, down-filled cover like it's a cloud.
The minute Brenda showed me this outfit, I ran upstairs to try it on, dreaming of the day I would wear it for him.
She knew I was ready. She knew we needed this time. So, like the fairy godmother she is, she gave me this.
Now here I lie in the middle of the bed I've shared with him for the past month where I imagined the day I would give him this last part of me.
He stands next to the bed, shirt off, pants button undone. The white boxers he put on after his shower this morning peek out over the waist.
Toeing off his shoes, he looks at me while I lean up on my elbows, watching the show before me. Watching him undress for me.
The candles make him look like a Greek god. His body is perfect. He's so handsome and his darkened, lust-filled eyes are hooded and raking over me hotly.
"I love you." I sit up when he finally sheds his pants. His cock is huge and pressing insistently against his boxers.
"I love you, always," he says, getting on the bed on his knees in front of me. "We do this at your pace. We do this on your time. You get me, Bella?" he asks.
I nod, not able to respond verbally without the tears over his thoughtful concern for me falling.
"Now I'm going to take off these sexy as hell panties, angel. This is something I've dreamed of doing, usually while jerking off to thoughts of you." He licks his lips and turns his darkened, stormy blue eyes down to the apex of my thighs.
"Okay," is all I can muster to say when he reaches to spread my knees apart.
He runs his hand down the center of the lace, through the wet spot formed from watching him undress. "Bella," he breaths out while leaning forward to kiss my stomach, making my breath hitch.
"You're so beautiful," he groans while running kisses along the top on my panties. His thumbs hook into the sides of the lace, peeling them down my legs. He throws them over his shoulder, and my instinct is to close my knees, but he stops me. "No more hiding from me."
He opens my legs further, and I'm still tempted to cover myself, but he's faster than me. His mouth hovers over me, his warm breath so close, I can feel it tickle my wet flesh.
"Watch me," he says.
He pulls my lips apart with his thumbs, opening me up. "So beautiful." Those are the last words he says before slowly licking up my slit.
His warm, hot tongue on me causes me to sink back into the pillows. My head rolls to the side, my eyes almost rolling to the back of my head.
He licks up again, slowly this time, stopping at my clit where he makes little circles with his tongue. Lightning bolts of pleasure zap straight through my core.
"Jackson," I pant out.
"I knew you would taste like this. I knew you would taste like heaven," he says while he licks up again, but this time he slowly slides a finger into me.
The gentle invasion causes my hips to lift off the bed.
"Oh, God." A few more gentle licks and soft strokes of his finger, and he pulls his mouth from me.
"Why are you stopping?" I'm ready to beg him to continue. Never has it been like this. Never has someone worshiped me.
"I'm taking my time. I'm savoring this moment. I'm doing everything I dreamed of doing to you," he says, his finger still moving slowly in me while he kisses his way up my stomach.
"Well, you were doing a great job. You didn't have to sto-" He stops my words with his mouth as he slips his tongue into my mouth.
The taste of Jackson and me mingles together on my tongue. I grab his head, pulling him closer. My kiss is frenzied with need. His fingers are still moving in me, touching places I forgot could bring so much pleasure.
The feeling of his weight on me is comforting. He breaks the kiss to trail his tongue down my chest to my heart and places a kiss there before continuing. "I want your heart, Bella." He kisses me right on the bow in the middle of my chest. "I want it all with you, and I want it forever."
"I'm yours." My eyes look straight into his. "I can't be anyone else's since my heart beats for you." It's true. I never knew love could be like this, so pure, so wholesome, so fucking fulfilling and beautiful and so, so perfect. "Make love to me, Jackson, make me yours completely."
He leans forward so he can kiss the swell of my breast. His finger leaves me, and I feel the loss. His hands go to the back of my bra, snapping it open. He pulls the shoulder straps down, freeing my breasts to his view.
Leaning forward, he takes a pebbled nipple into his mouth, turning his tongue around it while his hand cups the other. Rolling that nipple between his fingers while his warm mouth caresses the other, the feelings are almost overwhelming.
My hand runs through his hair. His eyes look up at me as he switches to the other breast.
I'm on edge. My body is tight with the urge to release. I want to groan, I want to beg, I want to scream, and I need him to help me go over that cliff.
"Jackson, please." My voice comes out in pants.
"Do you want to come, Bella?"
"Please." I'm not even sure I know what I'm begging him for at this point.
He smiles at me as he slowly moves two fingers back inside me while his lips find my clit and suck lightly. It's all I need to let go. My legs spread wider, giving his broad shoulders more room to lift my legs up onto his shoulders.
I fall over that cliff, and my back bows off the bed, throwing my head back into the pillow. My hands find their way into his hair, pulling at it to hold him in place at my core. The prickles from his beard are a delicious contrast to his soft lips and tongue and are just what I need to send me over again.
It's too much pleasure. His assault on me is overwhelming, and I cry out, "Jackson," thrashing my head side to side, my hands fisted in the sheets. "Jackson, it's too much."
But he knows exactly how to handle my rioting body as he slowly and gently brings me back down after riding out two orgasms.
"So fucking beautiful," he says as looks up at me. I'm in a Jackson-pleasure-induced daze.
He's on his knees between my spread legs. He's panting, almost pained looking. His cock is practically fighting to get out of his boxers, and he reaches down to squeeze the tip. A wet spot is evident there, and I do something I never thought I would have the courage to do. I sit up, look him straight into the eye, and say, "It's my turn to play."
I peel his boxers off his hips, his cock springing free and slapping loudly against his belly. He's so huge. He's so hard. The head of his cock looks almost painful.
I take his girth in my hand, my fingers not even close to closing all the way around him, and I stroke him tentatively at first. His moan is the only encouragement I need.
I continue to stroke him more firmly, and he throws his head back in pleasure. "Fuuuuckkkk."
It's a feminine thrill. I feel powerful and sexy in this moment. I did this to him. He feels this way because of me. Me and only me.