Jackson matters. Our future together matters.
I feel his dextrous fingers working the zip of my dress down to the curve of my ass, the rough tips then caressing their way back up my spine to slide the strap off my shoulder. All the while his probing tongue shows no mercy, making it difficult to draw breath. Pretty sure at this point he’s breathing air into my lungs for me.
My dress begins to fall down but doesn’t make it past my swollen breasts. The nipples pointed with need and keeping me from being completely naked. The silken material rubs against my aching peaks and a fresh pool of desire soaks my underwear.
Jackson moves his hands to cup my breasts, his thumbs rubbing and pinching my sensitive nubs until I’m whimpering loudly into our kiss. The attention assists my dress with its transition to the floor in a flutter of silken material, leaving me naked except for my lacy thong. The dress wasn’t forgiving in the visible panty and bra line department, so I went without the bra and wore the tiniest thong I own. It barely conceals my pussy and now that it’s wet, it clings to my pussy lips obscenely.
Jackson groans his approval deep in his throat. It’s guttural, primal and has me on my knees before him, pulling on the waistband of his sweats. It takes a moment to untangle his sizeable cock from the confines of his clothes, but once he springs free, my lips find the deep red crown and pulsing veins. I lick and suck his velvet skin, making him moist enough for me to attempt putting him in my mouth. I want to feel him in my throat so badly, but the man has a thick shaft that makes my jaw ache.
I’m not giving up though, I suck and lick as I slowly work my way down his length, one hand tugging gently on his balls while the other grips the girthy root of him.
“Fuck yes, Angel. Just like that. Take a little more. You’re so fucking beautiful with your lips stretched wide around my dick.”
I moan at his appreciation, making his cock twitch and his hands thread into my hair.
He doesn’t force himself any deeper or fuck my face, he just holds me firmly – almost gripping me for support.
Eventually, he slips into my throat, my nose bumping against his solid abdomen. He’s so big that I’m not able to breathe while he’s seated there…good thing I can hold my breath for a long time.
I keep him deep and suck hard as his hips begin to thrust. Now that he knows I can take him, he’s willing to move and begins fucking my throat. It’s single-handedly the hottest thing I’ve ever done with a man sexually. Maybe that makes me inexperienced, or maybe it’s Jackson that makes this so hot? Either way, I’m so fucking turned on that I roll my fingers around my clit, feeling the wetness gathering. White-hot pleasure spikes through my veins, and it doesn’t take much for my orgasm to build.
“Not until my dick is deep inside you, sweetheart,” Jackson growls, pulling me off his cock with a wet pop.
He holds my arms in one of his so that I can no longer touch my pussy, which aches angrily at being denied.
In the blink of an eye, I’m flat on my back on the soft plush area rug in front of the sofa, Jackson’s imposing size hovering above me. I hear the snap of material before I realize that he’s torn my thong from my body in his impatience.
“This is for every year we’ve ever wasted,” he growls as he lines the angry crown of his cock up against my throbbing pussy lips. His intense indigo eyes never leave mine, leaving me in no doubt that no matter how frantic and punishing this gets, we’re still making love.
“I need you inside me,” I plead.
“I love it when you beg, Angel,” he whispers seductively as he slides the first inch tantalizingly inside me. “I am yours, Angel, and you are mine…and I’m going to fucking well claim what’s mine.”
He doesn’t give me a moment to think before slamming the rest of considerable length inside me, my arms locked above my head by Jackson’s strong hand. He has me pinned in all the ways and I fucking love it.
I am beyond happy to surrender to him – to us.
His free hand caresses my face, delicately tracing my cheekbone, before settling on my hip and gripping the flesh firmly. It’s my only warning before he drills so deeply into my sensitive pussy, I see stars, the soft flesh clamping and shaking around his solid cock.
Jackson locks my body in place, tilting my hips up to meet every brutal thrust of his punishing rhythm, igniting my nerve endings.
Our bodies slide against each other, slick with sweat and desire. I’m so wet that my pussy is dripping all over his balls with every drive of his cock making a satisfying squelch. The sound is pure filth, the air smells thick with sex and I cannot stop myself from moaning and gasping at full volume.
I don’t care that Sonya and Ben can hear us – let them fucking listen. Hell, let them fucking watch. Nothing matters except the man above me who’s fucking me to blissful oblivion.
“Can I?” he asks, his voice strained with holding back his climax.
I know instinctively what he’s asking and I don’t hesitate to say yes. If my man needs blood, I’ll be the one to provide it.
Jackson keeps up his relentless pounding, pushing me closer and closer to the edge, as his lips tenderly brush along the pulse point in my neck, making me shiver deliciously. I feel his sharp teeth graze and nip, but then the bite goes deeper. For a second there’s pain, like a harsh pinch of a nipple or a firm spank, but just like those pains, it quickly morphs into blinding pleasure. Pleasure so intense that it pushes me off the cliff edge and into a soul-shattering orgasm. I feel myself pulsing and clamping as I come all over him, my body shaking and my screams loud.
“Yes, Angel. Let that beautiful pussy come all over my thick cock.”
His dirty talk prolongs my climax, drawing it out so that my violent spasms milk his cock, draining him of his white-hot cum. I feel him spurt and pulse inside me and I feel so full I never want him to exit my body.
As soon as he releases my hands, I grip his shoulders, making it clear that I don’t want him to move, even though my body is in a state of post-orgasmic exhaustion.
His lips seek out mine for a toe-curling kiss.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“Hey,” he says against my lips, his eyes dark and searching, “I’m not done with you yet.”
Jackson grins wickedly as I laugh. He stands and pulls me with him, carrying me to his bedroom for round two.
“I love you too, Angel. Always.”
Epilogue
ONE YEAR LATER
Jackson
“That better not be work,” I say to my wife as she slyly tries to hide her phone by placing it back into her suitcase.
She forgets that from my vantage point in our own private plunge pool, I can see all the way into our suite, which is perched over the Indian Ocean on stilts. Dark wood, white marble, and a thatched roof cocoon us in our own world with an infinity pool and undisturbed views of the sunset before us.
“It was just a quick update from Dee,” she smiles sheepishly. “SanguisVita is in the final stages of human trials. It should be available to hospitals around the country by the end of the year.”
“That’s wonderful, Angel, now get your ass in here. It’s our honeymoon, after all.”