Page 11 of Jackson

Chapter Ten

The storm ended suddenly and the last rays of the sun warmed Jackson and Maya.

“Maybe we should stay here tonight. We are safe here and sheltered. We can walk out in the morning.” Jackson said as he shifted Maya closer to him, capturing her lips again.

Maya groaned into his mouth. ‘Stay the night? In the wilderness? With you?” Maya smiled at him. “Sounds like the beginning of a horror film.”

“Ill keep you safe,” Jackson grinned at her.

“I can keep myself safe thank you very much. I saved you once already, I’m sure I’ll have to do it again.” Maya quipped as she rolled over onto Jackson, her breasts pressed against him. "Ouch," Maya winced slightly, her leg sending a sharp reminder of their earlier tumble down the hill.

"Shh, I've got you," Jackson murmured against her mouth, his hands deftly shifting her until she straddled him. “Now that I have you where I want you…”

“I have missed your body,” Maya said as she ran her hands over his broad shoulders and into his short dark hair. "Jackson," Maya breathed out, her voice a mix of pleasure and need.

"Say it again," he groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her to meet his gaze.

"Jackson," she repeated, a smile playing on her lips, even as her body arched toward his touch.

"God, Maya," he cursed softly. Jackson's hands caressed her curves, reigniting the passion in him that had never truly extinguished. "Maya," he groaned, his voice raspy with need, as he stripped her of her shirt and bra. "I've missed this. Missed you."

"I... I've missed you too," she breathed, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his jeans.

“Are you sure Maya?” Jackson asked. “I don’t want to rush you or pressure you.”

“Just shut the hell up and get naked,” Maya laughed as she tried to tug his jeans down. “I mean you are half naked already, so let’s just finish it.”

Jackson groaned as he lifted his hips so Maya could slide his jeans down his hips, leaving him in his that black briefs, that showed exactly how much he wanted Maya.

Maya ran a finger down his stomach, his abs rippling as she slipped two fingers under his briefs and pushed them down. “Now that is something I have missed.” Maya murmured, as Jackson hissed as she ran a finger down his length.

Jackson wasted no time stripping Maya’s shorts and panties off, until she was bare before him. Maya's curves were soft and inviting, his hands skimming her hips as he growled his appreciation for her. Their eyes met, and without another word, their lips found each other's again, their kisses deep and hungry.

Maya moaned as Jackson's strong hands gripped her hips, guiding her down onto him.

“Shit. Protection.” Jackson groaned as he went to move Maya off him.

“If you move me now, I will kill you here. I’m good Jackson. I just need you to keep going. I need you.” Maya said as she gripped his chin, her face determined to get what she wanted. What they both wanted.

Slowly, so agonizingly slow, he entered her, stretching her around him like he'd never left. She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him in even deeper.

"You feel so good," Maya gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, Jackson happy that those crescent shaped moons would scar him.

It would be worth it.

Maya shifted slightly and Jackson groaned in response, his eyes squeezing shut as he savored the sensation of being inside her once more. He gently rocked his hips, setting a slow, sensual rhythm that had them both moaning in unison. The heat between them built. Their connection was raw and primal, their breaths mingling as they clung to each other.

Concern for her injury forgotten, Jackson picked her up, gently guiding her down onto him again and again, harder, faster. Maya's moans filled the forest. He could feel her tightening around him, her nails digging into his back, spurring him on.

"I... I'm close," she panted, her body trembling in his arms.

"Me too," he growled, his own climax building. “I need you to come Maya. I need to feel you clench around me. I’ve dreamt of doing this again for so long. Of feeling you tight against me.” Jackson grinned when Maya moaned. “That’s it baby.” He said as he picked up his pace. “Come for me. Come on me”

With one deep thrust, Maya cried out, before Jackson held her in place, feeling Maya ripple around him, before he thrust into her again and felt the wave of white-hot pleasure run through him. Spent, they collapsed against the tree, their chests heaving. Maya rested her head against his shoulder, her breathing ragged but satisfied. Jackson held her close, his arms around her, both of them oblivious anything else.

“That was more than thirty seconds,” Maya said against Jackson chest.

“Maybe even more than forty-five,” Jackson replied, his chest rumbling with laughter before he held Maya close, knowing he wasn’t going to let her go again.

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