Hell And Back(64)

“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.

Leaning forward, I lick the pre-cum pearling on the head of his cock. He is wild-eyed and panting.

His hands tunnel into my hair as he grunts out, “I want to watch you take me in your mouth. Do it now, Bella.”

I give him what he wants. I take him further into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around him as I slowly bob my head, taking in a little more of this monster with each pass.