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Jackson climbed on the bottom of the bed; all the while his hand ran up and down his cock. He reached up and hooked his fingers inside mypanties.
“Lift,” he said, as he dragged them to myankles.
For a moment, he sat back on his heels and looked at me. He then stopped pleasuring himself and lay besideme.
“Do you know how much I love you?” he whispered, as his fingers trailed a slow path down mystomach.
“Yes, but do you know how much I love you?” Iasked.
He gave me a smile as he covered me with his body. His kiss was gentle at first, but as his hunger for me grew, the kiss became deeper, moreurgent.
He slid his body down mine, his lips trailing a path to the dragon through my navel. He took it in his teeth and tugged. I dug my fingers into his scalp as my stomach somersaulted. His teeth nipped as he moved lower until I could feel his breath at my very core. He swiped his tongue over my clitoris, sending shockwaves through my body. I arched my back slightly, wanting his tongue inside me. Instead of giving me what I needed, he pushed himself up on his hands and looked atme.
“Summer, when did you last have your period?” heasked.
“Huh? When did I what?” I stammered, terrified that I justhad.
I reached down between my thighs, as if tocheck.
Jackson rolled to my side. “You haven’t had your period since you’ve been here. Or while you were herebefore.”
I stared at him. “And you just thought of that? Like, right now, you just thought of that while doing…that?”
“Yeah, I just thought of that,” hesaid.
“Jesus Christ, Jackson. I don’t know, maybe it’s not due yet. That is about the most inappropriate timing you could havemanaged.”
“It hasn’t crossed yourmind?”
“No, funnily enough. I’m on the pill, there’s the time difference to get used to, we’ve flown across the fucking globe and back within a week, I guess my body is a little messedup.”
“You’re mad at me, aren’tyou?”
“I’m not mad, I was kind of enjoying that, youknow?”
I rolled from the bed, pulled on my panties and then a vest top. With my hands on my hips, I stood and stared at him. He was naked; all cock sure on the bed with a grin on hisface.
“Don’t even go there, Jackson. I’d know,okay?”
He raised his eyebrows and continued tosmirk.
“Would you? On a scale of one to ten, just how mad would yoube?”
“I’m not even having this discussion with you. I am not pregnant, just late. Don’t for one minute think your super-sperm has done itsjob.”
“Super-sperm? I likethat.”
I heard myself growl at him, partly in frustration and partly in annoyance. “I’m getting a drink, do you wantone?”
