“No, it’s not.” I know what I want and I show him by wiggling my hips up to meet his, closing the distance between us so that he begins to slide effortlessly into my wetness. He stretches me beautifully, the weight of his body encasing me in his heat and the blissful friction of feeling his bare chest rubbing against my nipples have me forgetting my own name.
Now that Jackson has explained why he was with Sonya – I get it, but I don’t love it – my earlier frustrations evaporate into nonexistence and all I want is to feel him inside me again. Now.
Jackson digs his fingers into my hip and holds me still so that I’m unable to envelop anymore of his delicious cock into my aching pussy, leaving just the tip of him inside me. I groan in protest; I need to feel all of him…
“Stop,” he gasps. “I’m not dressed for what you have in mind, sweetheart.”
Shit. Condom.
“I have a clean bill of health, but I need to know the same from you and if you’re on birth control?” his jaw strains from restraining himself.
“You’re all clear?” I’m slightly panicked that my brazen demand for him did not take this into account, especially given what I saw earlier…
Don’t think about it.
“Yes. I was checked out last week and I never have unprotected sex with my Donors.”
“Donors?”
“You’ve made it clear that I easily distract you, but can you answer my question, then I’ll answer yours; being on the edge like this is killing me.”
“I’m all clear. I was checked out before the semester started and you’re my first sexual encounter since…well…let’s just say I’ve been too shy.”
“Says the gloriously naked vixen who’s seducing me with the mesmerizing gyration of her hips,” he arches his brow wryly at me.
Okay, so, I can’t keep myself still while he’s so tantalizingly close to where I want him, yet the remaining inches feel agonizingly far. I wriggle again, blushing at the thought that Jackson thinks I’m a vixen…not a word I’ve ever associated with myself, if I’m honest, but if he thinks so, who am I to argue?
“But are you deliberately making me crazy?” he continues. “Are you going to tell me if you’re on birth control? As gifted as I am at reading people, I’m not actually psychic,” His eyes burn into mine, his lips brushing across my jaw as he flexes his hips ever so slightly, giving me just a fraction more of him, causing me to lose the ability to think.
“Yes,” I gasp, craving more.
Jackson stills again, waiting impatiently for my answer.
“I am, I am,” I manage and it’s a desperate plea.
He responds immediately.
His fingers grip my hips like a vice, holding me firm as his sculpted abdominal muscles clench with the effort of his swift, powerful thrust into me.
This is my undoing.
I scream Jackson’s name as he slams against my sweet spot, over and over, filling me to just the right side of painful and sending pre-orgasmic shivers up and down my spine. I feel electric, desire crackling through every nerve ending, completely lost in his possession of me.
Jackson keeps his cock buried deep in my needy cunt, but flexes his hips, grinding gently against me and I call out loudly again, unashamed to be heard.
I knot my fingers in his silken hair, pulling on the strands until his lush mouth meets mine and he devours me. More. My body screams for more so I tilt my hips up to meet the sweet torture of his expert thrusts. His magnificent dick impales me, making me see stars. I hook my ankles behind his back to keep him deep, the friction of such fullness obliterating everything in the room except for the feel of his body on mine, his pulsing cock inside me, and the erotic growl of his voice betraying his need for me.
“Christ, Emilia, I thought you wanted answers,” he murmurs against my jaw as he moves his delicious lips to my throat and trails skin-tingling kisses down my neck.
The only answer I can manage is to claw my nails across his thickly muscled shoulders for leverage as I buck as hard as I can in rhythm to his sensuous grinding. This is the only way I can convey the word harder without using my mouth that’s hoarse from gasping his name.
Jackson gets the message and slowly pulls out of me, dragging his tip across the nerve cluster of my g-spot and leaving a painful hollow in the wake of his unyielding magnitude. My eyes widen involuntarily in alarm; I can’t bear the emptiness, the void he’s created, the void I worry only he can fill…which is madness.
My fear is short-lived as he slams back into me.
Hard.
Obliterating any and all thoughts once again as he claims me.
I’m so wet for him, but not even this dulls the friction created by his girth and my tightness; a perfect, mesmerizing, all-consuming sensation deep, deep inside me.
My body shudders around him, heightening the iron-hard feeling of him mercilessly invading my soft, swollen flesh. My climax begins to build fierce and hot as he pounds into me again and then abruptly stills.
“No, sweetheart. Not yet,” he purrs, his breath tickling my ear.
All I can do is pant in frustration.
“You said you wanted answers, so I need you to pay attention.” A devilish grin tugs at his full, lush lips.
“What, now?” I moan in confusion. He might’ve stopped moving but he is still inside me and that’s enough to keep me distracted. It’s a revelation; I never thought I’d love being stretched to capacity as much as I do and I’m eager for more.
“Yes, now,” he teases. “This way I have your undivided attention and you mine.” He flexes his hips ever-so-slightly sending my pulse soaring…hmm, I like playful Jackson.
“Ask me your questions, sweetheart, and if you’re good, I’ll reward you.”
Oh…
“…Um…Ah…,” I moan.
“Focus, Angel.”
“…Donors?” I stammer through my erotic haze, remembering what he said earlier.
“The women who feed me, what about them?” his voice as smooth as honey.
“Are they your only…ah…um…food source?” I struggle through the pleasure of his teasing, subtle grinds. “Do you eat…um…animals…or anything?”
Jackson throws his head back and laughs a carefree, throaty laugh that vibrates through his whole body, intensifying his presence inside me, which goes some way to explaining why I’m not entirely bothered by him laughing at me.
“No, sweetheart,” he chuckles, “I don’t eat animals; though that was a good question, if rather funny.”
I’m about to mock indignation when he makes me forget about it completely with a gloriously violent buck that drills so deep into that perfect spot I nearly come with a primal, guttural scream.
I’ve never been with a man who could master my body so powerfully by effectively doing so little; one thrust has me whimpering and begging with my pulse pounding in my ears.
“Steady, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” he soothes as he stills again. “Next question.”
“You think I can concentrate after that?”
“If it’s too much, I can always stop,” he teases.
“NO,” I cry a little too forcefully.
“Then what’s your next question?” he purrs as he dances feather-light touches across my abdomen, up to my ticklish ribs before teasing my heavy breasts. Jackson pinches my right nipple hard, sending spikes of awareness south to where he’s balls deep in me, causing me to clench deliciously around his thick cock.