Mr. CEO(130)

After he wakes, I look into his eyes, and ask him the most important request I've ever asked anyone in my life. “Be my first, Jackson. Be my first real lover.”

He nods, and I lower my lips to his, the two of us kissing again. He's gentle, and I feel my heart warm as he strokes my back, slowly waking to the desire inside us. Suddenly, Jackson's hands are surer, more powerful and demanding as he realizes what I want. I giggle as he rolls us to the side, and suddenly I'm underneath him, his eyes sparkling with humor as he looks down on me. “Now this is not what I ever expected.”

I chuckle and nod. “Neither did I. You're still wearing your clothes.” I’m thrilled as Jackson pulls his t-shirt off, then pushes his boxers down. His cock is already growing, nearly fully hard, and I feel a wetness start to form inside me. I'm ready, anticipating what's going to happen, and I smile, my heart warming. Jackson sees my smile and stops, just watching me.

“Every smile you give, you look more and more beautiful,” he tells me before we kiss again. His skin is warm, amazing to feel pressed against me, my body thrilling at the sensation of our bodies touching. I wrap my legs around his waist, moaning as Jackson starts kissing his way along my throat, finding my ear again and nibbling. “Mmm, you like that.”

“Oh yes...” I groan as he traces my earlobe again. Feeling naughty, I plant my left foot and roll us again, giving me full access to his body, gasping when I feel his cock bump against the entrance to my pussy. “Jackson...”

“Condom?” he asks, letting me go. “I... I think I have one.”

I look down at him and shake my head. Tonight is about the future, and in my mind, my future with him does not include condoms. Besides, with every training partner I ever had, we used condoms. I want my first lover to be different. “No,” I reply, pulling him up as I scoot back. I adjust my legs and sit in his lap, straddling his waist, his cock sandwiched between us. He scoots us back until his back is resting against the headboard of the bed, and I stroke his hair, emotion choking me. “I just want you to know... I... I... “

“I know,” he says, and we kiss, harder and more passionately than ever. Jackson wraps his arms around me, his hands supporting me as we stay like this, devouring each other. Planting my knees, I reach down, grasping his steely cock and groaning in need. I lift up and position him at my entrance, coating him with my natural juices before lowering down slowly, shivering as he stretches me open. I look down and see him looking me in the eyes, his own heart visible as I sink deeper, my body and soul filled as we come together.

Settling in, I feel my clit grind against the base of Jackson's cock, and I tighten around him, smiling as his fingers pull at my back in response. Leaning me back, he kisses down my throat to my breasts, sucking on my nipples in turn and nipping at the skin. I feel so many sparks shooting through my body that I have no idea where they’re coming from.

His raw desire and passion combined with his natural skill sets my body on the trembling edge of ecstasy. His lips are electric, his tongue teasing my breasts until I'm lost, delirious and clawing at his hair, wanting to both pull him in tighter and push him back so that I can kiss him again.

Finally, Jackson releases my left nipple and I jam his head back, bouncing it off the headboard and crushing his mouth with a kiss while I lift my hips, sliding up before riding his thick, perfect cock down again, my clit dragging against him the whole time, a match igniting the fire inside me. I ride him, my hips moving on their own, up and down, back and forth, squeezing him with every movement.

I'm dripping in sweat, my body already driven past any feeling it's ever had before, and Jackson's still there, holding and supporting me. His mouth finds my neck again and I'm caught, trapped between the feeling of his lips on my throat and his cock inside me, riding back and forth. “Jackson... oh, Jackson.... give me more.”

We slide down the bed, until he’s on his back and I'm riding him, our fingers entwining as he supports me. He's looking up into my eyes, and I lean down until our noses touch, stopping my hips. “Take me, Jackson. Please.”

Without letting go of my hands, he wraps me up, pinning my arms behind my back as he rolls us again, putting me on my back, my legs spread and open to him. He's slipped out from the roll, but in a single long thrust, he splits me open again, both of us gasping at the feeling. Letting my hands go, Jackson pushes my ankles up toward my head, and I grab behind my knees, holding on as he starts pounding me with his thick cock, his powerful hips shaking my body with every thrust. I egg him on, “Come on, that’s not all you’ve got,” I say, even though I’m already hissing in pain and pleasure with every slap of his hips against mine.