Scarlett slid onto his lap then, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head on his shoulder. They were seated at her dining table, having finished dinner over an hour ago before he’d surprised her with these very detailed - and completely thrilling - business plans.
“This is amazing,” she told him, her voice choking a little. “You are amazing. Of all the things you’ve done for me since we met last year, this is without question the best of the best. And way, way beyond anything I could have ever asked for.”
He chuckled, cupping her cheek in his palm. “That’s because you never actually ask me for anything. Well, except sex, that is.”
“Speaking of which,” she murmured, tracing an index finger along his upper lip. “Apparently looking at business plans can make a girl very, very horny. A little known fact but true.”
Jackson rearranged her position so that she was now straddling his lap, a position that very conveniently meant his erection was nestled into the notch of her thighs. He grinned up at her as his hands cupped her ass.
“Babe, it frankly doesn’t take much to make you horny,” he teased, then gasped as she knowingly gave his rock hard cock a squeeze.
“I could say the same about you,” she replied with a smirk, just before lowering her head to meet his lips.
As was the norm with the two of them, the kiss took fire immediately and within seconds Scarlett was grinding herself against his crotch, giving him an unrehearsed lap dance. But judging by the low moans rising up out of his throat, Jackson didn’t seem to give a particular damn about her lack of expertise.
He surged to his feet abruptly, taking her with him as he did, half carrying, half dragging her into the bedroom. He emitted a rough laugh as she pushed him onto the bed with a surprising display of strength before more or less pouncing on top of him like a cat.
“Guess this means you want to be on top, huh?” he grunted.
Scarlett grinned wickedly as she straddled him, tugging a dark blue sweatshirt over her head and tossing it to the floor. “Whatever gave you that idea?” she teased, rocking her pelvis deliberately to and fro against his cock.
“Witch,” rasped Jackson, his hands sliding up the sides of her ribcage to cup her breasts that were still encased in ivory lace.
She unclasped the bra, letting it fall heedlessly to join her previously discarded sweatshirt. They undressed swiftly after that, almost like it was a race to see who could get naked first. She pushed him back down onto the mattress then, sliding down his body until her face was even with his crotch.
At the first teasing flick of her tongue against the tip of his cock, Jackson bucked off the bed in reaction. And when she continued to lick him up and down before taking him fully into her mouth, his groans turned into pants, his breathing quickly growing uneven. And when she cleverly slipped her hand between his legs to squeeze his balls, he shoved his hands into her hair roughly, fingertips digging into her scalp in reaction.
“Babe, enough,” he grunted. “I’m going to come in less than a minute if you keep that up.”
Scarlett lifted her head to grin at him naughtily, though her hand still continued to stroke his cock. “Yeah, that’s kind of the goal here, you know.”
She squealed loudly in protest as Jackson grasped her shoulders and hauled her up until she was once again straddling his lap. Taking matters into his own hands now - literally - he guided his cock inside of her wet, tight pussy.
“Hey!” she protested, wriggling frantically in defiance of this display of dominance. “Why didn’t you let me finish?’
Jackson pushed himself up onto his forearms, then hooked one arm around her neck as he pulled her down until their lips were mere inches from the others.
“Because,” he whispered raggedly, “as good as this sexy mouth feels wrapped around my dick your pussy feels ten times better. Plus, nothing turns me on more than hearing you scream real loud when you come.”
Just before his mouth took hers in a blistering kiss, she murmured teasingly, “How are you supposed to hear me scream if we’re kissing?”
“Trust me, babe. As loud as you yell, I’ll hear you,” he retorted, then smashed his lips against hers, his tongue thrusting inside her mouth as fiercely as his cock pounded inside her vagina.
Scarlett braced her hands on the mattress on either side of his torso, whimpering beneath his mouth as he continued to fuck her with the sort of mindless ferocity that she was always a full and willing partner to. His big hands at her hips guided her movements as she rode him at an almost breakneck pace, causing her to wince a bit when his fingertips dug a little too deeply into the flesh just above her hipbone.
His mouth muffled the screams and moans she made as she came, though the sounds of her pleasure still echoed loudly around the bedroom. But Jackson himself couldn’t hold back as he climaxed, tearing his lips from hers as he alternately shouted and cursed, emptying himself into her body.
They remained curled together for long minutes in the aftermath, both totally spent physically and emotionally. Scarlett was snuggled against his side, her arms wrapped around his waist, and a smile playing about her lips as he leisurely stroked one hand up and down the side of her ribcage, occasionally venturing past her waist to her hipbone. It always touched her deeply that he didn’t shy away from caressing the puckered flesh of her scar, as though he found something she’d always considered ugly to be as beautiful as the rest of her body.
“Ouch.”
Jackson frowned, gazing down at her in concern. “What’s wrong?”
She grimaced, pointing to the indentation of her hip that he’d just been touching. “You might have left bruises, you big oaf,” she teased. “You forget sometimes that I still don’t have an excess of body fat in certain places.”
“Shit.”
He ran a thumb over the area gingerly, his brow furrowing in concern as she winced again.
“It’s too dark in here to tell if there’s any bruising. Let me turn a lamp on or grab a flashlight,” he muttered.
But she gripped his upper arm before he could move, shaking her head stubbornly. “Don’t be ridiculous,” she scolded. “It’s no big deal, just a little tender. I’ll put some salve on it later if it looks like there’s bruising. I’m a pretty tough cookie, don’t forget. And,” she added teasingly, “it wouldn’t be the first time we were a little rough with each other. I’ve left a few marks on you, too.”
He laughed. “Yeah, that sounds familiar. Teeth marks on my shoulder, scratches on my back - good thing you keep your nails short or you would have drawn blood. And you did draw blood one time when you bit my lip.”
Scarlett grinned. “That’s what you get for tickling me after I cried uncle three or four times.”
A yawn came over her then, and she dropped her head back onto his shoulder, tugging the duvet up over their bodies as she did so.
“Long day,” she explained sleepily. “Worked the early shift at the coffee shop, full day of classes and lectures, came home and spent a few hours on the thesis until you arrived. And like the brute you are you really wore me out just now. So, good night, sleep tight, love you.”