Page 46 of Royal Darling
Jackson
Now that we’ve crossed the line, I can’t keep my hands off her. I love the way she lets go with me. I love hearing dirty words come out of that sweet mouth in her sweet voice. I fucking love that she’s dropped her inhibitions, one by one, trusting me to guide her to what feels good for both of us. Her pleasure is my pleasure and that’s a fucking rare thing for me. It’s been four days of a hot tangle of sex and music, and I have never felt so creative, so alive. Shagging is different with Emma. I want to see her eyes, her expression, the wide-eyed shock, the heated desire, the soft look of dazed bliss. I’m hooked on the high of getting Emma off.
I’m in bed, it’s early morning, but I’m up because she’s up, moving around the room. No matter how late I keep her up, she wakes at dawn. It’s Saturday and we’re heading into Milan later so she can get some clothes “that suit her new lifestyle.” She kills me with her proper words. I’ve taught her all the dirty words I know. She cracked me up, sharing every euphemism in the book for dirty talk, including proper medical terms. Now she loves using dirty words, her face lighting up with pride at claiming them. Yeah, I did that.
I snag her wrist as she walks by my side of the bed. She jumps. We’re in the master bedroom now and I have a side. It would freak me out more if I didn’t know this was just a holiday. Thirty days of guitar lessons, one huge-arse diamond ring to complete the transaction. Only it’s not that mercenary. I would’ve stayed longer without payment, but the value of that diamond means I can set up a trust for Charlie’s son, Jack, that will give him a real chance out there. That kid didn’t ask to be born into such a shitty situation.
Besides, the time limit makes living with a woman manageable. I’m not committed. I can just enjoy her.
She leans down and kisses me. “Did I wake you again? I tried to be so quiet.”
I grab her, pulling her over me. “You’re turning me into a morning person.”
“Really?” she chirps. “Let’s get ready and go shopping, then. I’m going to pick out some jeans that fit and some outrageously impractical high heels.”
I roll her onto her back and undo the tie on her silk robe, spreading it open. She’s all luscious curves and smooth pale skin. I nuzzle into her neck, breathing her in. She smells amazing, fresh from the shower, her shampoo like vanilla and honey. I can’t help but touch and taste, peeling off her robe and kissing every exposed delicious inch of skin.
“I thought you’d be spent,” she says. “I sucked you off just an hour ago. Your cock can take more?”
I groan, feeling myself get harder. The sweet dirty talk is the biggest turn-on. “This is why I’m a morning person now.” I nuzzle into her breasts, cupping them, grazing my thumbs across her nipples, feeling them tighten to hard buds. I suck one nipple into my mouth, drawing deep, and her back arches, offering more. She’s shockingly open, her reactions honest, her expressions unguarded. It only makes me feel more protective of her.
I kiss and lick and nip my way down her body.
She sighs, her fingers sliding through my hair, her legs opening for me, inviting me in. I slide a hand down to find her hot and wet and ready. Normally that would be my signal to move full steam ahead; instead it just makes me want to make her wetter. I lever my body down, pull her legs over my shoulders, and dive in. She tastes like honey and sex. It’s fucking crazy how good she tastes.
Her hands lose their grip on my hair, her hips arching up, begging for more. And I give it to her. I need it as much as she does, need to hear her break. Her soft cries, her harsh breaths, her “fuck, fuck, fuck.” It’s a beautiful thing. I tease her a bit, shifting my mouth away, playing with my fingers, thrusting inside her, adding more fingers, making her moan. Fuck. Now I need to be inside her. She’s tight velvet heat, like heaven.
“Fuck me,” she demands.
I groan. It’s like she knew I needed it too. “I will. First I need to hear you break.”
“You want me to scream? What? I’ll do anything if you just fuck me.”
I’m pulsing with need. “Hang on.” I climb over her to grab a condom from the nightstand and she strokes me. “Baby, stop. I’m not going to last.”
She gives me a sultry sexy smile and licks her lips, leaning toward my throbbing cock. Jesus. I taught her too well. I shift away, roll the condom on, and nudge her onto her back.
She opens her arms to me, and I shift into her embrace, her arms and legs wrapping around me in an intimate hug. My heartbeat roars in my ears, and I’m suddenly finding it hard to get a breath. Her eyes, shades of green and gray with a golden ring, are warm on mine. Loving. I’ve never felt love. Not like this.
She gives me a soft smile, reaches down, and guides me inside her.
I surge forward, sliding a hand under her hip, lifting her to meet my thrusts. The heat, the rush of oblivion, clears my head. I can breathe again. Nothing but tight heat, honey and vanilla, soft curves, driving need. Over and over and over.
Mindless fucking.
Eyes closed.
The only sound our bodies slapping together.
I shift near her ear. “Say my name when you come.” I need it. I don’t know why.
She grabs my head, our eyes lock, and then she trembles under me. “Jackson,” she says softly, lovingly.
I close my eyes, fighting the pull of that softness. I drive into her urgently, desperately, and then I hear her break, the soft cry of my name falling from her lips, giving me what I asked for, giving me everything, and I let go, the rush overwhelming me. I hold her tight against me.
I’m not sure how I’m going to let her go.
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