Page 56 of Second Chance Vacation

Jackson reaches into the nightstand, pulling out the small box of condoms. When he reaches inside, he looks up at me with a look of anguish, then looks up at the ceiling.

“We’re out.”

“I’m on the pill—”

“Gen, we don’t have to…”

“I want to.”

He looks down at me for a few beats.

“Get up here.”

I comply, crawling up next to him before he pulls me into his lap with one swift movement.

Reaching up to push a piece of hair behind my ear, he looks up at me for a split second, so short that I almost don’t notice. I wonder what he’s thinking. He doesn’t give me much time to question it as he lines himself up with my wet heat and pushes into me achingly slow. I feel every movement, every centimeter, and God, is it incredible.

“Fuck,” I moan as he bottoms out inside of me. The feeling of being so full is intoxicating. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire. My eyes squeeze shut for a split second before Jackson reaches up, squeezing my throat lightly. Not enough to restrict airflow, but enough to drive me wild.

“Open your eyes—look at me.”

I do as I’m told.

“I want your eyes on me when I come inside you.”

My skin warms at his words, the heat of the moment shooting straight to my core.

I look down at him as he drives up into me, the heat of his gaze unrelenting. I don’t know if it’s because of feeling under scrutiny or knowing his attention is solely on me, but I am totally and completely entrapped by his gaze. The flecks of darkness in his ocean blue eyes, the way he pulls his brows together when he’s focused, I notice every detail of his actions.

Jackson pulls a gasp from my lungs as he flips me onto my back, fusing his lips with mine the moment my head hits the pillow.

Somehow, he doesn't pull out of me. He thrusts into me again. I can't wrap my head around how full I feel. I had forgotten just how incredible Jackson is. This isn’t the first time we’ve had sex recently, but it manages to leave me contemplating it. I have time to think.

Don't get me wrong, when we were together as kids, he was the picture of an inexperienced boy, but now he is all man. A man who commands my body in a way I didn't think possible.

My eyes flutter closed at the sensation, but only for a moment. Jackson squeezes my chin between his fingers, guiding my eyes to his.

“Eyes up here, Viv.”

I look up at him, expecting to feel this erotic charge, but I'm met with his adoration. Struggling, I can't quite place the expression on his face, but all I can say for certain is that it leaves me feeling completely enraptured in his presence.

Jackson reaches down, gliding his thumb over my sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting a moan from me at the contact. He swallows my moan as if it gives him sustenance. Every noise I elicit, the quicker his tempo, both in thrust and in his assault of my clit. All the while, he doesn't break eye contact with me.

I should feel scrutinized.

I should feel uncomfortable.

Yet, the longer he looks at me, the more heightened my senses, the more heightened my pleasure.

This is unlike any sex I've ever had. It feels more intimate. It feels like, in this moment, I truly am the center of his universe, and he is mine.

And it terrifies me.

Lightning shoots straight to my core as my orgasm builds. I can tell by the frantic nature of his thrusts that he's close too. I'm teetering on the ledge of wanting to make this last longer and chasing my own release.

My body makes the decision for me as I fall over the edge, my pussy contracting around his length. This causes him to fall alongside me. His cock twitches inside of me as his own orgasm fills me, the feeling of the hot cum dragging out my pleasure.

Panting fills the air as our breaths mingle, but at no point in any of this has he looked away from me.

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