Page 10 of Change of Course
“I’m going to want a lot more than one kiss,” I say, my voice hoarse with tears and need.
Jackson steps closer to me, close enough that I can feel the heat from his body. His eyes are dark and deep and I could fall right into them, just dive right in.
Then he kisses me.
It starts slow and sweet, the taste of mint on his lips, and something even more delicious under it, the taste of Jax himself, and I hear myself make a noise of surrender, and then all restraints are loose. One minute we’re simply kissing, lips to lips, and the next I’m being crushed to him, his arms so tight around me. I keep touching him wherever I can reach: his strong chest, his ridged belly, his back, the rounded muscles of his ass, his thighs.
I don’t reach between his legs as we’re trying our best to consume each other with our mouths, but that’s because I’m waiting. I want it. I want to feel him, hard and throbbing in my hands, but not yet.
His hand roams down to my ass and palms one cheek, and I hear him groan. He slides his kiss away from my mouth, down my neck, to lick along my cheekbone, and he pulls my hips right up against him so that I feel that rigid line of heat against my stomach. “This fucking dress,” he whispers against my shoulder. “Worse than naked. I keep thinking about sucking your nipples right through it.”
“Please,” I beg, my head falling back of its own accord. “Please. Anything you want, Jax.”
“You know what I want,” he says, and his voice rasps as he says it. “You. Just you. All of you, Cherry. So tell me what you want.”
“You,” I gasp. “You, Jackson. All of you. As many times as I can have you.”
He pulls back and looks into my lust-glazed eyes, and shocks me with his words. “Is this a do-over, Cherry?”
I fight to consider his words, and gradually sense begins to come back. I’m still liquid with desire for him, but it’s not just sex. “No,” I say slowly. “No, I think this is a new beginning. Somehow I want to make it work this time, Jax.”
He gives me a tender smile. “That’s what I want too.” And then he bends to me and takes my nipple into his mouth, through the thin fabric of my dress, and my knees almost buckle. He plays with my other nipple at the same time, and I have to grab his waist and hang on. When he switches nipples, a shudder goes through me. “Ah, you like that,” he whispers against my aching peak.
He slips a finger under my halter strap, and I inhale with anticipation as he follows the line of it back to the fastening at the nape of my neck. “I loved that, but I need this off you now, Cherry.” The next second, my dress is falling to my waist and sliding past my hips, my breasts bare and wet from his mouth, and he’s eating me up with his eyes. “Oh fuck. You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.”
The dress finally slips to my ankles, leaving me standing in my heels and my black satin thong, and Jackson closes his eyes briefly. “Fuck. I can’t quite believe we’re here.”
“We’re here,” I say, seeing what I’ve done to him. His eyes are heavy-lidded, his chest heaving, the bulge at his groin testament to his need for me. “You and me. Finally we’re going to get what we need. What we deserve.”
“Each other,” he says, and the fire in his eyes burns hotter.
“Take your clothes off,” I plead. “Get on this bed with me. I want to touch you.”
He holds my gaze as he strips off his clothes. When they lie scattered on the floor and it’s just the two of us in our underwear and nothing else, it feels real. We pause, staring at each other, and it’s like that infinitesimal hitch right at the top of the roller coaster, just before you go over the first hill.
“Shoes off, Cherry,” he says. “No gimmicks. No porn, no role-playing. Just us.”
I sit on the bed, still looking at him as he drops a hand to his erection and squeezes, and unbuckle my ankle straps. Then I slip my underwear off. “Now you.”
My mouth starts watering at the sight of his cock, all thick and rosy. I lick my lips and reach for him, loving the moan he lets out as I take it into my mouth and stroke with my hands. He feels so good there, I can almost sense the way it will feel when he’s inside me. I lick and suck and stroke, thrilled at the way his stomach muscles tighten and his thighs tense, and then suddenly I’m flat on my back on the bed and he’s kneeling between my thighs. “My turn,” he growls, and I’m helpless to move as he reaches under my hips and raises them up, like he’s lifting a chalice to his lips. And then he’s licking my folds, sucking gently at my clit, and I cannot stop myself from crying out in pleasure.
It’s not that this didn’t happen in my married life. It’s that it was never this tender, this skilled, this fucking good. The thought flashes through my mind that I’m so wet, I’m already making a damp spot, and then it’s gone, subsumed by my rising desire. “Taste so good, Cherry,” he says, looking up at me over the slope of my stomach and going right back in. The bed is moving gently but rhythmically, and I can see that he’s moving his hips just a little, rubbing against the bed. The sight of Jax nearly out of control lifts me higher, and I fly right over the edge into a long, body-shaking orgasm.
When I can breathe, I beg for more. “Jackson, now, I need you now.”
He’s off the bed, fishing in his pants pocket. “Fuck, I hope I remembered a condom.”
“I have an IUD,” I say, reaching for him. “Just us. Nothing between. Please, Jackson.”
We always used condoms in the past, but we were teens with poor access to other forms of birth control.
Now? This time, when Jackson rises up over me and strokes my wet, sensitive folds, when he holds his cock at the base and rubs the head over my aching nub, it feels brand new and perfect and so beautiful I might cry. And when he slips inside my channel, skin on skin, it’s like French kissing with our bodies. I hold him close to me with my arms and legs, and we kiss with our mouths, and the exquisite sensation of his cock in my pussy is better than anything I’ve ever felt before.
We go slow. I can feel him holding back, and I tell him not to. He lifts his head to look into my eyes, and moves even slower, more deliberately, his hands under my ass to press us even closer together, and my second climax comes almost out of the blue. I’ve barely come down from it when he stiffens further, kisses me deeply, and I feel the spurt of hot jets bathing my inner walls.
Jackson Moore just came inside me, and it was awesome.
I caress his cheek, and he opens his eyes. We stare into each other for a long time.