N. Walters: Jackson’s Jewel

“God, you’re beautiful.” He breathed in her scent as he buried his face between her breasts. His hands molded to her ass, squeezing and caressing.

Emerald tugged at his T-shirt, pulling it over his head so that he had no choice but to release her long enough for her to drag it off. Her eyes were dark pools of chocolate brown, her lips wet and pink. He wanted to devour her, to eat her up from head to toe.

He needed her naked. Now. It only took him a second to undo her jeans and push them over her hips and thighs. When they bunched at her calves, he had her lift one foot at a time as he yanked off her socks and shoes before pulling off her jeans.

She was wearing a skimpy pair of panties that matched her bra. The thin scrap of fabric barely covered her mound. He knew a lot of women shaved themselves these days, but he liked the fact that she didn’t. He skimmed his fingers up the inside of her thighs, tracing the crease at the top. Emerald sucked in her breath and widened her stance. Her fingers tangled in his hair, drawing him closer.

His cock was so hard that it was almost painful as it pressed against the zipper of his jeans. His body was screaming at him to fuck her, but his mind wanted him to go slow, to arouse her to such a fevered pitch that she’d beg him to take her.

Growling as he tried to balance both sides of himself, he hooked his fingers in the edges of her panties and gave them a tug. They slid downward, exposing her pubic hair.

Jackson slid his arms around her waist as he kissed her stomach. He couldn’t get enough of touching her, needing to reassure himself that she was indeed real and not some figment of his overworked imagination.

Sitting back on his heels, he parted her sex with his thumbs, exposing the damp, pink flesh. Leaning forward, he licked up one side and down the other. Emerald gasped and then groaned, pushing her hips forward.

“You like that, do you?” He traced the slick folds with his fingers before licking them again.

“Yes,” she cried as her hips jerked.

Jackson pressed one finger inside her core. She was hot and wet and it was all for him. He thought he might come on the spot. His balls were heavy and tight, his shaft pulsing with hunger. He withdrew his finger, ignoring her cries of dismay and pushed two fingers past her tight opening.

She moaned, her nails digging into his scalp. “I need you. Jackson!”

Surging to his feet, he tumbled her back onto the bed. As she lay there wide-eyed and panting, he unlaced his boots and yanked them off. Quickly, he divested himself of his socks, jeans and underwear.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He’d spent too many long nights dreaming and fantasizing about her being here. “Spread your legs.” Kneeling up on the mattress, he watched her, unable to take his eyes from her.

Her legs parted, welcoming him. She held her arms out to him and he crawled forward, covering her with his body. He gripped his cock in his hand, guiding it to her opening. As he squeezed the bulbous head of his cock, he closed his eyes and groaned. If he weren’t careful, he’d come before he had a chance to get all the way inside her.

Emerald’s hair was spread across his pillows. Her mouth was open on a cry of need, her eyes wide and wild with desire. He took a deep breath and pushed a little further. Her hands fisted in his sheets as her legs came up to wrap around his waist, dragging him closer.

Planting his hands flat on the mattress by her head, he flexed his hips, thrusting forward until he was buried to the hilt. They were both gasping for breath now. Their lungs pumping in and out.

“I can’t last long,” he gritted out.

“Neither can I,” she panted as she tilted her hips upward.

Jackson pulled his hips back and slammed them forward. The headboard hit the wall with each thrust, the springs on the bed squealing in protest. They were both slick with sweat and their wet skin made a slapping sound as they came together. Emerald’s pussy sucked his cock deep with every thrust.

It wasn’t enough. He needed to touch her so deep that they were melded together as one. Sitting back, he lifted her legs over his shoulders. As he drove forward, her inner muscles clenched hard around his shaft, milking it, massaging it.

The vein in his temple was pounding, matching the throbbing in his cock. His balls were drawn tight. As he thrust into Emerald’s welcoming flesh, he watched her face. Her lips parted on a groan. She writhed on the bed beneath him, unable to control the depth or timing of his thrusts. Her breasts swayed with his movements in an erotic dance, her nipples hard nubs that he longed to taste.

“Jackson!” she screamed his name as her hips thrust upward. He felt her heels digging into his shoulders with surprising force.

He slammed his hips forward. “Come for me.” Pulling back, he thrust again and again. Harder and faster. His skin felt as if it were stretched too tight over his frame. Every cell in his body was crying out for release. He could feel it building. His balls clenched and he felt the surge through his cock.

Her pussy spasmed around his shaft. Her sweet cries of release filled his ears. He roared her name as he came, hot cum flooding her. His head was spinning, but he kept pumping his hips, drawing out both of their releases until they were both spent.

Reaching up, he carefully lowered her legs back to the bed and withdrew his semi-erect cock. Emerald whimpered, her limbs sprawled on the bed, her eyes shut tight. He collapsed facedown on the bed next to her, reaching out one arm to drag her close.

Jackson could hear the sounds of the day seeping into the bedroom now that the passionate explosion had passed. The wind floated into the room, bringing its cool breeze to help ease their heated flesh. The drapes swished against the glass. The wind-up clock ticked on the bedside table. Satisfaction deeper than anything he’d ever imagined filled him.

He rolled onto his back and dragged Emerald on top of him. She muttered as she rooted around to get comfortable. Finally she sighed and relaxed, her head tucked beneath his chin, her legs sprawled on either side of his.

He yanked a corner of the comforter over her and kissed the top of her head. “I love you,” he whispered as he kissed her again.

He wasn’t even sure that she’d heard him until she muttered, “Love you too.”

Closing his eyes, he relaxed for the first time in weeks.

Emerald felt something tickling her nose and sniffed, batting at it with her hands. She hit hard, male flesh and froze. It all came flooding back to her—the passionate lovemaking between the two of them.

Had he told her he loved her?

A heavy hand stroked over her bottom and she arched into it. A male chuckle followed. Slowly, she raised her head to look at him. A lock of hair was plastered to his forehead, his jaw was covered with dark stubble and there was a gleam in his blue eyes. This was her Jackson, the man she loved. She’d missed him so much the past few weeks.

Her nipples brushed against the hard planes of his chest, making them tingle. She felt the hardness of his cock growing and pressing against her softer belly. Jackson stroked his fingers down the cleft of her ass, rimming the tight opening with one finger before reaching lower to stroke her pussy.

She was sweaty, sticky and tired, but she felt…she wasn’t quite sure how to put it. Complete. Satisfied. As if she’d finally come home.

Jackson surprised her by lifting her off him and then sitting up in bed. Grabbing the pillows, he propped himself up. “We need to talk.”

She started to reach for the sheet, but then stopped. It wasn’t as if there were any secrets left between the two of them, at least not in the physical part of their relationship.