Ruthless In A Suit(64)

I unzip his pants and tug them down as he adjusts to help. I leave his boxer briefs on, partly to tease him but also to take it slow for me as I build up to it. I kiss his taut stomach, feeling his warm skin on my lips. I scoot further between his legs and when I lean in again to kiss his chest, my breasts push up against his dick, which is long and rigid and pushing to get out. I press down a little to feel him more, running my hands over his strong arms, lingering over the carve of his triceps. He catches my face in his hands and kisses me, his tongue pushing past my lips like he’s searching for air. I lean into him more, onto him more, wanting him more. I move my hands down to his waist and slip my fingers under the thin fabric of his boxer briefs.

He eagerly lifts his hips so that I can drag them off his body, and I watch as his impressive cock bobs up after being released. Jackson takes it in his hand and gives it a slow pull. He angles it toward me slightly and I lean forward and lick the top of his dick, tasting the wetness that is already there. He keeps pulling on himself, and although it’s hot as hell I want to do all the pleasing. So I nudge him away, and take him in my hand.

The skin is so soft and pliable against his big rigid member. I stroke him softly at first, to get him a little more excited and to give me a moment of my own pleasure as I feel him in my hand and watch his eyes get that dark, lustful look. I increase the tempo and lean in to kiss his chest, letting my tongue drag across his hard stomach as he sucks in another breath.

When I’ve teased him enough I pull my hair to one side and lick the top of his dick. I stretch my jaw wide and wrap my lips around the top. With my tongue flat against him, I slid him into my mouth as far as I can take him. Jackson let out a moan.

“Emily…”

I’m careful to keep my teeth out of the way, but other than that I’m not sure what I’m doing, but I know I love the feel of his dick in my mouth. I let my tongue drag up the pronounced vein, licking around the tip before taking the whole cock in my mouth again. I use my hand for more leverage and more pumping. Jackson’s hands dig into my hair—something I love to do to him when he’s driving me insane with want, so I know I’m doing something right. I keep up the pace, taking his dick deeper and further into my mouth, nudging down my throat. Having him in a new place inside me, tasting his skin, smelling the soft scents of his body, makes me wetter than ever. I can’t wait for him to come. I can’t wait for him to fuck me.

I pick up the pace on his cock, unable to control myself. I sucked him and jerked him until his moans tell me he’s close. I keep up the pace, pushing his dick deeper into my throat. The more I work him, the more relaxed I become—the hotter I become—and my body relaxes in response. I could never take him fully in my mouth—at least, I don’t think I could—but damn if I don’t try my best to wet his dick with my mouth and tongue.

“Emily,” he pants, his hand guiding my head faster and deeper onto him. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come.”

When he does, I feel his hot juices explode in my mouth and down my throat. I groan over him, the warm sensation so sweet and sexy as I drink all of him down.

“Jesus Christ,” he pants, his head hanging low as he catches his breath. The sight of him so worked over makes me feel unbelievably sexy. I crawl up on the bed and wrap my body around his, gently kissing his neck and shoulder. I run my hands over his solid arms, amazed that I get to touch them, that they hold me.

I get us a couple of waters, which we both gulp down, and then we snuggle down in my bed—not so big or so soft as his but just as warm and comforting. I rest my head on Jackson’s chest, basically feeling deliriously happy to be up against his (naked) body. I let my fingers dance lazily across his skin, feeling his hard lines and muscles as his eyes drift closed.

A little while later I wake up, still in our same positions. I press my body, still wearing that night’s outfit, sans underwear, up against Jackson’s body. I begin kissing his neck, running my tongue softly over the skin. I breathe into his ear as I take his lobe between my teeth, pulling gently. He shifts slightly, and I let my hand drift down his body, right to that (perfectly trimmed) patch of coarse hair. He moves his hips in response, and I drape my leg over his, getting closer. The more I kiss him the more his breathing picks up. I feel his dick nudge my leg, responding on its own to my touch. I take him in my hand and slowly begin pulling, feeling him harden in my hand.

I slid over on top of Jackson, burying my face in his warm neck as I rub my crotch up against his dick. He’s half asleep, half awake, and something about taking over his body in that state is so hot to me, like maybe he’s dreaming this is happening and he’ll wake up to see it really is. I’m so wet that I easily glide up and down on him, feeling him push open my slick walls. I press into him on the grind down, pushing on my clit, already swollen with need. I know I'm going to take him but I wait a little longer, letting him stay in that dreamlike state.