Emily
I wake slowly to a hard pressing against my ass. Instinctively, I push myself back. I know what that is, and I want more of it.
I’d fallen asleep in Jackson’s arms, warm from the fire and his body cupping mine. I feel like I’m still in a dream as his hardness, still covered by his boxer briefs, pushes into my bare ass.
This is a place I’d fantasized about being—in Jackson’s arms, his body on mine. Even though it’s real, I keep my eyes closed, just in case I’m dreaming.
When I feel Jackson’s lips nuzzling me deep in my neck, I know it’s real. And this time when he kisses me, I don’t laugh. In fact, I’m already wet, wondering how it’s possible to have so much lust in me. Has it been inside me all these years, just waiting for the right man with the key to opening me up? I never thought it’d be someone like Jackson, but I’m not complaining. Especially not now as his hands move over my hips, pulling me closer to him.
He pulls me onto my back and climbs above me. He rubs his hard dick up against my exposed pussy, pumping me slowly as I groan. He’s pushing me open, the tip of his covered cock nudging my hole before teasing my clit.
The fire is warm beside me, but the press of Jackson’s body on top of me sends lightening through my body. I need him inside me. I can’t wait. I push down his boxer briefs, and before I can even get him in my hand he pauses above me.
“Are you sure?” he asks. His hair falls over his forehead, hovering past his brows. I brush it out of his eyes.
“Positive,” I say.
He strips them off. My breath catches when I take him in my hand. His cock is huge, a steel-hard giant, so long and thick. How can I take him inside me? I pull him slowly in my hand, getting used to the size. He moves his hips with me, his eyes fallen shut.
I press his long cock against the length of my pussy. Jackson lowers himself to his forearms and rocks back and forth against me, soaking his dick in my wetness, so close to entering me but not going for it yet. His hips and dick press into me as his mouth and hands work the rest of me. His kisses cover my neck as his hand rubs my breasts gently as his thumb grazes across my hard nipple. I arch my back, eager for him to take me in his mouth again, and he complies, sucking my full tit as his dick works it way across my clit. I cry out; I need more.
“Jackson,” I say, my head spinning with all the ways he’s making my body feel. I reach down and take him in my hand. I guide his soaked dick to my hole, rubbing it across the outside of my wet entrance.
“Are you sure? You’re ready?” His fingers glide across my cheek, his eyes looking closely into mine. I can only nod my head yes. He kisses me fully on my lips, his tongue digging into my eager mouth. He takes his dick back in his hand and puts the tip inside me. He pulls his face back to look at me, making sure I’m okay. When he pushes in slowly, just a tiny bit more, I gasp out as my cunt walls stretch to accommodate all that cock. He kisses my face before he slides in a little more, slowly, until he’s all the way inside, filling me completely, my walls stretched further than ever. I press my legs out as much as I can. There’s a slight pain between my legs, like a tear of my skin, but the sensations of his dick slipping slowly in and out of me far out weight any pain I might feel.
He pumps me a little faster bit by bit, always watching my face to make sure I’m okay. The more he pushes into me the better it feels until any small pain is far in the past. When he says my name I move my hips up to him, wanting to take more of him. Soon I’m bucking up as his dick slams into me, our sweaty skin slapping against each other. His dick fills and pumps me, harder and harder until we can’t take it anymore. When we come I feel my walls clench as fire explodes in my stomach, my fingers digging into Jackson’s skin. He’s only a moment behind me, his come bursting inside me as he pumps until the very end.
His body collapses on top of me, both of us heaving, trying to catch our breaths. When he moves off me, sliding his dick out with a moan, warm liquid runs down my thigh.
“Do you have any idea how good you are?” he says. He pulls a pillow under his head as I tug the blanket back over my body.
“I didn’t do anything,” I say. “I feel bad. You did all the work.”
“I promise, it is not work. Although if it was, I’d definitely sign up for a full-time position.” He cuddles close to me, our naked bodies warming each other along with the fire and blankets. I take his hand, which is resting on my stomach under the blankets, and hold it. We fall asleep to the crackling of the fire and our satisfied breathing.
The next time I wake up the pale sun is streaming through the bay window and the smells of fresh cooking wafts over me. The fire has been revived and the house is warm. I gather myself up in a sheet that’s tangled around me and follow my nose into the kitchen.