Page 28 of Blue-Eyed Jacks
And he reveled in it.
In me, in our connection—I was lost, unsure of how this was so arousing and empowering at the same time, but knew that I couldn’t stop kissing him.I couldn’t bear not making the connection stronger and deeper and, oh God… his hips canted into the cradle of my thighs, and the ridge of his penis pressed against me.I ached to discover if it felt that good inside.Like a flower pointing toward the sun, my body followed his lead and arched to find a connection.
Passion took over my reason, and I shimmied out of the last barrier between us.
The tip of his cock notched home.Instead of pain, I discovered joy.Bliss.But was this too fast?“Jackson?”
He froze.“Butterfly?”
“No.”A thousand times no.
At the reassurance, he pushed in as far as he could until he was seated against me.I felt the twitch of connection shudder through him.And my answering clench of muscles caused him to blink.“Kate.”
Was it a warning or a question?I didn’t know.I nodded, absolving him, answering him.
He stroked out and in again, holding my gaze with his and then mirrored the slow rock of my hips.
“Talk to me,” he begged.“Tell me what you need.”
Just him.Just this.Oh, and that.I gasped as he rocked into me harder at the apex of a thrust.“That.I like that.”
He ground his hips against mine.“This?”
Oh, fuck yes.I couldn’t form words.But I also needed more.I needed him to hold me and tell me it was going to be okay, that he was never going to leave me and that I would never have to be scared again.But that was a promise he couldn’t make.And I wouldn’t beg for something I couldn’t have.So I begged him to kiss me again, and again.And then I begged for him to hold me closer and tighter.Thrust harder…
And with a douse of realization, I wanted something more.But did I dare ask?
“You still with me?”His thrusts were almost bruising.
As my silence stretched, he slowed.
“Kate?”
Hesitantly, I met his eyes.“Can you?”
“Anything.”His eyes were sincere.
“My neck is sensitive.”
“Should I stay away from it or not?”
“Not.Just don’t choke me.”
His eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second.“I would never do that.”He freed a hand and stroked down the ridges of my windpipe with his thumb.He didn’t stop when he reached my collarbone.Instead, he changed directions and ran it up to my chin.With another change of directions, it skimmed down again.On the fourth slow sweep, it tickled.I flinched, but also wanted to beg for more.The sensations sparked to my toes and back.
I gasped.
“Found it.”His lips touched that point.
More nerves lit up, and I began to quiver.“You did.”
He breathed on my skin and ran his teeth along the path of sensitive skin that made me arch off the bed.In response, he pressed our hips together, getting his dick seated deep.And bit down with his teeth.
It wasn’t hard, just a nip.But I lit up like a firework.My vagina fluttered, my clit snapping awake like a motor roaring to life, and I moaned.For the very first time, I wordlessly begged the heavens for this sweet torment to never end.
Jackson’s thrusts grew harder, a counterpoint to the fluttering and pulsing and shocks sending me into ecstasy.He groaned, too.Our eyes met.“I can’t hold…on,” he said.
Power.I had power.“Come.”
