Before she knew it, Carla stood naked in front of him while he retained every bit of clothing. She was about to protest, wanting to rectify the situation, when he rose and stepped back, hand propped beneath his chin, as if to admire a piece of art. His chest rose and fell with his labored breathing, and his gaze, black with lust, slid over her body. She took a step forward, eager to remove his clothes as well, when he halted her with an upheld hand.
“Pas encore,” he said softly, shaking his head. Not yet. “Let me look at you first.”
Normally she would have been considerably more self-conscious, aware of her few extra pounds, knowing she didn’t possess the sleek frame of a model. But the stark yearning in Jackson’s hungry gaze told a different story. She was a beautiful, desirable woman who made him burn with need. He whistled low beneath his breath, confirming his reaction was real.
She smiled and walked toward him, her earlier desire returned in full force. “Enough with the viewing,” she said. “Those clothes of yours are coming off. Now.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Demanding woman.” “I can be. When I want something.”
She unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as her fingers would allow, impatient to push away the fabric and have his bare skin touching hers. But Jackson didn’t cooperate. He bent forward and began kissing her face, soft butterfly kisses that were lovely, but which interfered with her work.
Then his hands were on her breasts, fingers teasing the sensitive skin, lightly pinching her nipples so they flushed beet red and hardened to pebbles. She let out a gasp and tried to push his hands away, but as hers were occupied with trying to unbutton his shirt, the effort proved unsuccessful.
He was a master at teasing, alternating his touches between light and tender to hard and demanding. He explored every inch of her, skimming across her stomach, her waist, even teasing her belly button. But then they trailed farther down and suddenly she could no longer think.
With the tips of his fingers on his right hand he brushed through the wiry hairs on her mound and then navigated down her slit, using a caress as light as air to stroke her clit and send her senses into orbit.
“Oh, I…” She couldn’t remember what she was going to say.
“Something wrong?”
God no. “No, I just…”
“Maybe this is better?” He sank a finger inside her pussy.
Oooooh. So nice. She tried to respond, but the only sounds coming out were deep, throaty groans. He stroked her slick walls, increasing speed, already a master at reading her needs. With his free hand he teased and pinched her hypersensitive nipples, making her gasp in lustful agony.
She pressed her lips against Jackson’s chest, bare where she’d gotten the first few buttons undone before he had interfered with her progress. She licked at his skin, tasting the saltiness, panting against him as he slipped a second finger inside her pussy and stroked while continuing to caress her clit with his thumb. She vaguely wondered where he’d perfected that technique but then decided she wasn’t going to care. She had other things to think about right now, namely the pending orgasm about to overtake her.
“Don’t stop,” she begged in a low whisper. “Please.”
“Never.” He increased his thrusts, making them harder and deeper. His fingers curved inside of her, skimming her G-spot. Every nerve in her body fired around the slick heat of her pussy. She shamelessly ground against his fingers while winding her arms around his shoulders, holding tight for support. His heady male scent surrounded her as she buried her face against his chest. She rocked her clit against his hand, building pressure. Jackson grasped one of her thighs and wrapped it around his waist, opening her further to him while continuing to stroke.
“Come for me, babe.”
She sobbed against him, blood roaring through her veins, skin flushed. She was so close. She thrust against him, needing just a little more, and his circling thumb pressed hard against her clit as he sent her over the edge.
“Yes!” She exploded, pulsing waves of orgasm flooding her senses. Her head fell back, eyes shut tight, mouth open, crying out with ecstasy.
When she floated back to Earth she pulled him to her, kissing him deeply. She needed him inside of her. She took hold of his shirt and went back to work.
“I want you naked,” she announced, reaching the last button. His shirt fell open, revealing bronzed skin lightly grazed with dark hair, and tight, hard abs. Just the way she liked ’em. Around his left arm was the Ourobouros tattoo, but now the snake winding its way around his bicep was more sexy than scary. She reached up to push the shirt off his shoulders but as she did so, she saw again hesitation in Jackson’s eyes, like he fought with himself, desire against control. Carla knew which side she wanted to win.
“You okay?”
He swallowed hard but didn’t answer. The inky darkness of his eyes and the severe swell beneath his jeans proved he was still aroused, so…
“Jackson?” She frowned. “Look, if you don’t want this, then—”
He stopped her with a finger to her lips. “I do want this,” he said. “That’s the problem.”
“What—”
She got no further. He pushed away his own shirt and quick as lightning undid his jeans. Yanked off his boxers. He pulled her toward him and they fell into bed. He kissed her, hard, almost as if he had something to prove. And his hands roamed everywhere, her face, her breasts, between her thighs. He was rock hard, cock jutting straight out, a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip. Carla reached down and stroked him, loving the feeling of soft velvet skin sheathed over a marble rod. She stroked her hand up and down, slow, sure movements that had him panting in seconds.
He flipped her onto her back and eased himself on top of her, resting the bulk of his weight on his elbows. For the briefest of moments he looked into her eyes, his gaze searching, needing to confirm Carla wanted this as much as he did. She gave him a brief nod and whispered, “Yes.”
With his free arm he stretched out toward the nightstand drawer, felt around inside, and then raised his hips for a moment as he ripped open a condom packet and slipped it on. Reaching down, he angled his cock between her legs, brushing her slit, gathering moisture. He pushed the head of his cock inside her entrance, a sensual tease of what was to come. His fingers gripped her ankles, spreading her legs wide and then burying his full length in her pussy.
She sighed as he entered, and he waited for a moment as she adjusted to the divine, almost painful stretch of his thick cock. Jackson released her ankles and settled on top of her, resting most of his weight on his elbows. He kissed her, soft as air, and then deeper, melting her with his lips and tongue. His thrusts began, slowly, almost exquisitely so, transforming the pleasure to sublime torture.
But she wanted more, wanted to feel him pounding into her. She bucked her hips, tried to draw him in. He didn’t respond but instead he broke the kiss and let his head lean forward so his mouth was close to her ear. She heard whispering, very soft. She frowned. Was he talking to her?
“Seize, quinze, quatorze, treize…”
“What?”
“Sept, six, cinq…”
“Jackson, what are you saying?
His eyes had been closed. He pushed himself up with his arms and opened them, breathing deeply. “I’m counting backward.”
“What? Why?”
“To distract myself.”
“I don’t—”
“I’m trying not to come, Carla.” Another breath. “At least not yet.”
“Oh.”
He resumed his thrusts, the feel of his cock slowly sliding into her enough to drive her mad.
“I don’t care if you come soon,” she whispered, “but I can’t take this torture.”
“Carla, I—”
“Fuck me, Jackson. Hard.”
His breath whooshed from his throat as he groaned. “Your wish is my command.”
He picked up the pace, pounding against her, giving her exactly what she wanted. His slick cock rammed hard, balls slapping against her ass as he drove into her. Head bent, he took her nipple in his mouth, sucking her, his wet tongue swirling around the sensitive nub and lightly grazing the peak with his teeth.
She arched her back, giving him more, matching every one of his thrusts with needy ones of her own. He filled her completely, the delicious stretch from his thick cock causing tingles of pleasure to race through her body, from her clenching pussy all the way down to her toes.
She slipped her hands behind him, loving the feel of his hard ass muscles bunching as he drove into her. His hips snapped with violent force as he increased his pace. Straightening once more, he wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped her thighs as he thrust.
Seconds later he surrendered control. His shaft thickened inside of her and for a moment he went still, eyes squeezed tightly shut. His jaw went slack as his head dropped back. He held tight to Carla’s thighs and let out an unmistakable groan of intense release before he shuddered and then collapsed on top of her.