Page 86 of First Surrender
She laughs and forces my shirt over my head, exposing my upper half. “Mmm, so much better.” Her fingertips explore my chest and down my stomach.
“I used to have abs before you started feeding me.”
“Hmm. I like you the way you are. If you had abs then everyone would think I was a lousy cook. It’s bad for my reputation.”
Any intelligent response dies on my lips as she scrapes her nails along the waistband of my shorts before pulling the drawstring. Her fingertips skate along the edge, barely breaking beneath the fabric. She’s going teasingly slow on purpose and lucky for me, I have all the time in the world today, so I let her play.
I lift my hips to allow her to tug them down, letting her control the pace. When she palms my cock, gently wrapping her delicate hand around it, I can’t control my sharp intake of breath.
She pumps me lazily with one hand, drawing my lips in with the other to slide her tongue against mine, and I’m a fucking goner.
My hand finds her breast on instinct, kneading the soft flesh until her nipples are tight and sensitive, pinching them lightly and making her squirm.
“More,” she begs. “Touch me, Jackson.”
“Here?” I’m already sliding my fingers through her curls, straight to her tight entrance. I enter her with ease, curling my two fingers and pumping into her at the same pace she’s pumping me.
Her hand picks up speed and so does mine, making her wriggle with need. She’s so sexy, moving and arching her back while she opens herself up to every sensation. She might’ve resisted the pleasure the first night we were ever together, but she’s more than eager now.
It’s getting me too worked up and I’m losing my bearings. I want this to last, needing more than a few breaths to calm myself down before I finish in her hand.
I take the reins back, slowing the momentum of our foreplay while her dark eyes blink at me curiously. She’s silently begging for more and I’d be less of a man if I wasn’t willing to give her everything she wants.
When my fingertips find her clit, rubbing her gently, her head falls back in relief. The look on her face, the way her long lashes flutter, makes me want to prolong this exploration all day. I want to see how every touch makes her react.
Except, she’s not on the same wavelength. She’s guiding the head of my cock to her pussy, holding all of the true power in this, controlling me effortlessly. I’m a ticking time bomb but I couldn’t resist her if I tried.
She teases herself, teases me, circling my tip around the tight opening and I can hardly catch my breath. Anticipating what she’ll do next, watching how consumed she is by her pleasure, is driving me wild. When she finally notches me at her entrance, my whole body stills, and she hesitates.
We stay like that, breathing each other’s air as she takes me, barely an inch.
Every muscle fiber in me trembles, attempting to hold back, but dying to bury myself to the hilt inside of her. It’s been so long since I’ve had her and I’ve been dreaming about this moment.
Her arm is anchored around my neck, keeping our heads close while we both stare at where our bodies are joined. “I’m still not on birth control,” she mumbles, distractedly.
I can hardly manage to grunt as a response. I don’t care if she’s not on birth control, I would get her pregnant again in a heartbeat. I’m fucking ready.
“I can go get a condom, I think I have some in the bathroom,” I offer, reluctantly.
“No,” she blurts out quickly. “Don’t leave.” Her hips tilt slightly, sheathing me another inch and I groan.
“Natalie, if you want me to fuck you bare, I will. Right now. Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” My heart is pounding in my chest, but she probably can’t hear mine over the sound of hers.
Her eyes snap to mine, full of uncertainty, and pleading for something. Does she need me to choose for her?
I don’t know but I need something from her. A single word and I’ll give her anything she wants.
“Say, please,” I demand, nose to nose, holding her eyes on mine. My body is locked tight with tension, embracing her with a painful grip while her nails dig into my shoulder, begging for more.
I see the answer in her eyes before she voices anything and I exhale in relief.
“Please,” she breathes out the word, slamming her mouth to mine at the same time that I drive my cock into her as deep as it will go. I swallow her cries, pounding into her pussy like a man unhinged because I am. I fuck her like she’s the first woman that I’ve ever seen in my life. Desperate to breed her.
I want to see my cum dripping out of her and I want my baby growing inside of her. The thoughts consuming me are feral. Ineed to pull out, that’s the right thing to do but fuck, I want to fill her.
“Jackson, yes, yes,” she cries, meeting me thrust for thrust.
“Where do you want my cum, baby?” I ask desperately, giving her an out if she needs one. She can tell me anywhere but her sweet pussy and I’d listen. I’d do anything she wants, but if she doesn’t say anything I’m going to explode inside of her. I’m so fucking close, my thumb on her clit isn’t making any type of rhythm.