“Yes.”
Slowly, I thrust my hips forward, sinking inside of her. Bare walls grip me, and I have to clench my jaw, locking my muscles to make them obey me and not my dick. Another inch and I’m past speaking, but then she makes a little noise, not of pleasure but of pain.
“Want me to stop?” I pant, looking into her dark eyes. They’re shiny, but she’s not crying. Please say no, baby. “I can go slower.”
“Keep going.” She tilts her hips, and I slide in a little deeper. Her hands stroke my back, grab my ass, and run up the back of my thighs. It’s like she’s everywhere. She touches the base of my dick and squeezes.
“Holy fu—”
“You feel so good,” she moans. “So hard and big… huge inside of me. Will you fit the rest of the way?”
This girl is always taking what should be my lines and making them her own. I fucking love it.
“We’ll fit.”
A silky leg glides up the back of my calf. She licks me behind my ear. “Then what are you waiting for, Jackson Morgan.”
Next thing I know, I’m buried to the hilt inside of her, pounding into her for all I’m worth, and she’s whispering in my ear, “More. Yes. Oh God, that feels so good. Please… please more.”
I move my hips harder, faster, like I’m a machine made to pleasure her. This wasn’t how I wanted her first time to be… I wanted more for her. I wanted it to be perfect, to be sweet and slow and—
“More,” she moans.
Obviously, it’s not about me, and she wants more. So, I do what any Southern boy would do for his lady, and give her more.
Hell, I give her everything.
When she cries out my name again, I let myself go.
***
I have no idea how long we’ve been lying here, on top of a pile of towels and under a makeshift blanket. I can’t stop touching her, can’t stop running my hands over her body and kissing her softly. Reverently.
“Jackson,” she sighs.
“Bliss Morgan,” I say, eliciting a laugh. I kiss her lips one last time, right before her eyes flutter close. She snuggles into me, laying her head on my chest.
Strangely enough, I’ve never had times like this after sex. Honestly, I spent most of the time seducing, banging, and then getting the hell back on the road. Even when I was with a girl I cared about, I never actually had to time to savor the after.
My schedule didn’t allow it. Actually, I didn’t allow it, not even with—I close my eyes. I’ll be damned if I let anyone, even in the form of memories, to intrude on this.
But as sweet as this is, I can’t get it out of my head that I’ve done the wrong thing. That I’ve not only messed up again by making love to Bliss, but that the only out either one of us had is gone.
I don’t want to leave her. I have no intentions of leaving her, but I’m scared shitless that I’ve just made the biggest mistake of my life.
Her hand brushes my thigh. Then her fingers tiptoe to rest right beside my dick. She runs a finger down the length of it.
“Bliss,” I murmur as I rise over her. “We can’t do this again, because…” Hurt fills her eyes as she looks up at me. There’s no way I’ll finish that sentence with what I was planning on saying. “It’s too soon, and you’ll be sore.”
“Oh.” The hurt leaves, but her bottom lip sticks out a little. “I really love orgasms.”
I blink at her. “Excuse me?”
She smiles, full lips curving. “I was practicing my dirty talking with you.”
Tilting my head to one side, I lick my lips. “Do you love orgasms as much as hot snaps?”
“Better than a truckload of them.”
Dipping my head, I use my tongue to trace a circle around her nipple, watching in satisfaction as it hardens. My entire body hardens along with it. “My tongue won’t hurt you.” I kiss my way down her body, and she arches against me. “I can lick and suck on that little clit of yours, and it won’t hurt at all.” I part her curls with my thumbs and blow gently on her pink flesh.
“When you’re done, I want to lick and suck on you,” she pants. “I want to do everything.”
Giving her my most wicked grin, I lower my mouth, but not before promising, “We will, baby doll. I’ll teach you everything.”
Chapter Fifteen
Bliss
I’m lying on the sofa, with my head in Jackson’s lap. He runs his hands through my hair, humming a song I’ve never heard before.
My eyes are heavy, and my stomach is full. So is my head. I can’t stop thinking about him and our situation, or this afternoon.
We spent the rest of the day outside, playing in the pool, giving each other kisses and orgasms. I had no idea how many different ways we could, or where I could put my mouth and lick him… my cheeks heat.