“Don’t do that,” he warns.
“Why not?” I ask, afraid of doing anything to spoil the moment.
“I won’t be able to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” I tell him earnestly.
He is silent, but only for a moment, before leans down and kisses me again. This time his kiss is determined, insistent. I melt into it, reveling in
each touch of his lips as they travel down from my lips, over my still clothed breasts to my stomach. A soft moan escapes me when he lifts my top and drops kisses on my bare belly. He pulls my top over my head, and soon my bra follows, and then his lips are on my breasts, kissing me all around the tender aching flesh before taking my nipple into his mouth and gently sucking on it.
I almost vault off the bed at the exquisite pleasure. I don’t feel like myself anymore, especially when he gently shushes me and continues licking my breasts. I feel as if I’m going mad, as if my body has become something else, an unfamiliar mass of new and incredible sensations. Just when I feel like I might explode, he abandons one erect nipple for the other, giving it the same attentions, until I know my body is going to explode.
While his lips are busy at my breasts, he undoes the waistband of my jeans, and his fingers slide in to stroke me gently through my panties, moving in slow circular motions.
“Olivia.” he groans, his face drawn into a tortured frown. He takes my lips again, his fingers still stroking me through my panties. I start to move my hips to their rhythm, intent on prolonging the sensations his fingers are creating.
“Jackson.” I moan questioningly, as I start to lose control of my body.
“Relax,” he urges softly, without pausing in what he’s doing.
I feel my body loosening and becoming fluid, then it tightens and arches of the bed as unbearable pleasure fills me. I scream, but immediately Jackson’s lips are on mine, swallowing the sound, his fingers keeping on their movement until I fall back on the bed with a sigh.
His lips find my nipples again, swollen with the aftermath of the most incredibly pleasurable experience ever, and when he starts to suck on them, my body spirals towards mindless pleasure again.
I reach for his shirt and pull it off, exposing his firmly muscled chest. When I reach for his pants, his hand covers mine. “Olivia.”
“Please.” my voice is soft and imploring. I want this badly. I don’t think I’ll feel complete until I can give him the kind of pleasure he’s just given me. I want him to lose himself as I just lost myself, and I want it to be because of me.
Gently, he pushes my fingers away and undoes his belt. I watch, mesmerized as he pulls off his pants, exposing the hard ridge of his erection straining against his briefs. I only feel uncertainty for a second, before I lean forward and kiss his chest, his nipples, getting a moan from him. He reaches for my jeans and pulls them off. My panties follow, and then his briefs.
He kisses me again, long and hard. “Are you sure?” he asks.
In reply, I reach for him, trembling as my fingers touch the smooth skin stretched taut over his hard length, like velvet over steel. I encircle him with my fingers and stroke up and down the full length. He trembles visibly, his eyes closed as a sigh escapes his lips.
He pushes me back on the bed, his fingers reaching between my legs to stroke the sensitive wetness there. I moan softly, my legs spreading wider, giving him space to kneel between them, his erection poised to enter me.
I wait impatiently as he reaches for his discarded trousers and extracts his wallet from the pocket. I know what he’s doing even before I hear the sound of the foil tearing. I don’t want to imagine why he carries a condom in his wallet or think of all the other girls he's been with. I reach for him and pull him closer, gasping as his tip presses against me, moving slowly, but firmly inside me.
I stiffen at the pain, trying my best not to cry out, but unable to prevent the sting of tears in my ears.
“Shhh.” Jackson whispers, kissing my eyes. “I’m sorry."
“I’m fine.” I tell him. I’m not lying. As the initial pain fades, it’s replaced by a growing and insistent need. My hips clench involuntarily, wanting something more, and I feel Jackson stiffen, a small moan escaping his lips. Then he moves, stroking my insides in a surprisingly pleasurable movement that I feel to the tip of my fingers. When I moan my pleasure, he continues, moving in and out of me as my body clenches around him. I cry out, my fingers gripping the sheets, Jackson’s shoulders, his hair, as intense pleasure takes over my body. My hips are moving to match his rhythm, milking the sensations. I feel the warm pulsing pleasure build between my legs, taking over me until my whole body tightens, and I cry out my release in a long helpless moan. Jackson’s arms tighten around me as he plunges deep into me, his body stiffening as he comes.
“Are you okay?” he asks later, as he pulls me into his arms.
I only smile, because I have no words to describe how he’s made me feel, how, in that moment, I feel as if I’m the only girl in the world, and all my dreams have come true.
Chapter Ten
Past
JACKSON leaves early the next morning, but not even that can dampen my happiness. I feel like a different person, like it’s a different world. Being in love and knowing that the object of my affection feels the same way is like floating on a cloud. Nothing can bring me down.
He comes home as often as he can manage, but it’s not enough. I want to see him every day, to feel the beauty of surrendering my body to him as often as I can.
We don’t tell anyone about us, at first Jackson wants to, but even though I don’t really think that Aunt Constance will disapprove of us, I want to wait, at least until I go to college, and we no longer live in the same house. I'm planning to go to college in New York in the fall, and since he’s going to be in the city too, taking a position at some investment management firm, we’ll be close, and then we can tell everyone that we're together.