The sound of the apartment door opening made me jump. With a shriek, I ran into the living room.
Jackson was standing there, looking hotter than I’d ever seen him. His blonde hair was swept perfectly off his forehead and his grey eyes were shining in the morning sun. He gazed at me – first, my face, then his eyes slid down my body, lingering on my exposed cleavage.
I shivered under his intense scrutiny. My stomach was tied into knots of nervous panic and my hands were shaking but I somehow managed to untie the knot in the silk belt of the robe. I let the robe drop noiselessly to the carpet below.
The room was cold. My nipples hardened into stiff little points and I shuddered as goose bumps broke out over my skin. The hair between my legs was still damp from the bath and I could smell the rose-scented body wash lingering on my skin.
Jackson licked his lips. The way he was looking at me was making me feel more naked than ever before. My pussy was tingling in anticipation as Jackson stepped closer.
I closed my eyes, suddenly fearing his touch. But when I felt something brush against my shoulders, I gasped. It wasn’t skin, but silk.
Jackson had put the robe back on me.
He smiled. “Not now, Belle,” Jackson said. “We’re going to take our time.” He raised his eyebrow. “I thought you would appreciate that.”
I blushed bright red as Jackson tied a clumsy knot at my waist. I was so confused! What the hell was his problem?
“Let’s watch a movie,” Jackson said. He slipped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. “In here,” he added, pointing towards the bedroom.
The sight of the bed made my heart start going crazy once more. I couldn’t believe this – what the hell was going on? Did he want me or not? Was he trying to drag this out, to make it deliberately uncomfortable for me? Why couldn’t he have just fucked me in the back of a Town Car?
“Why are you doing this?” I asked in a quavering voice. “Why can’t you just, I don’t know, fuck me and get it over with?”
Jackson turned to me with an odd look on his face. “Belle, that’s not how I work,” he said. “I can tell you’re uncomfortable…I want you to be relaxed.” Jackson smirked and I swallowed hard. “So let’s relax, shall we?”
After queuing up a movie, Jackson disappeared into the kitchen. When he returned, he was carrying a bottle of Dom Perignon and two flutes.
“Refreshments,” Jackson added with a smirk. “Would you like some?”
I accepted and greedily drank half the flute, swallowing the expensive champagne before I had a chance to savor the taste.
“Slowly,” Jackson said. He raised his eyebrows. “This isn’t a two-for-one happy hour, Belle. We’re two adults, getting to know each other.” He put his hand on my knee and I felt the warmth from his skin soak through the thin silk. It was enough to set my heart racing once again.
For a few minutes, I tried to pay attention to the movie. But it was impossible with Jackson so near. With every breath, I could smell his delicious cologne. His hand on my knee was hot and heavy – his fingers squeezed at my skin under the robe and I had to actively work to keep from moaning.
Just being next to him was making me feel more turned on than I’d ever felt in my life. It was torture. His breath was sweet with champagne but scent radiating from his skin was masculine, sexy – dark. My breath was catching in my throat and my heart was pounding. Touch me, I thought, staring at Jackson’s elfin profile. Touch me. Pull me into your arms and make me yours. Make me forget everything, make me scream with lust.
Jackson turned to me with amusement on his face. “Yes?”
I licked my lips. I knew this was it. I could tell him what I was thinking – or I could just do it. The seconds passed like hours as I stared into his grey eyes. Do it, I told myself angrily. Just do it, now. Just do it and get it over with.
I closed my eyes, leaned forward, and kissed Jackson on the lips.
For a moment, the kiss was chaste. But then, after a few seconds, a delicious warmth began to spread through my limbs. Jackson’s body pressed against mine, his tongue slipped between my lips and caressed my own. As his hands gripped my shoulders and slid down my chest, I arched my back, hoping that he’d take my breasts in his hands and caress them.
Jackson’s touch was enough to send shivers and chills all the way through my body. He pulled my lower lip into his mouth and began to suck. I moaned softly and Jacked tangled his fingers in my brown hair, pushing my head close to his. As our tongues danced, he slid his hands down my body and grabbed my waist. Jackson pulled me onto his lap and I cried out as arousal spread through my body. My skin was so hot that it almost felt like I was burning as the kiss grew deeper with each passing second.
“God,” I moaned softly. “I want you, Jackson.”
Jackson shifted his weight underneath me. Through the silk robe and the material of his slacks, I could feel a huge bulge between his legs. My cheeks reddened when I realized that he had an erection, and that I was sitting on his cock. That’s not going to fit, I thought in anticipation as I felt Jackson’s cock twitch beneath my lap. He’s too big. He’s huge!
Jackson kissed me again, more deeply this time. I slipped my tongue in his mouth, exploring the hidden cavities and corners. He was such a good kisser that I could feel a wet spot growing between my legs, soaking the silk of the robe. I was barely aware of Jackson’s fingers sliding down my body, stroking my breasts through the silk. When his fingers rubbed over my stiff nipples, I cried out into his mouth and Jackson kissed me all the harder.
“Belle,” Jackson grunted huskily in my mouth. “God, you’re so sexy.” He kissed me savagely, until my lips felt flayed by his own. Our bodies moved together in a frantic rhythm of lust. I could feel the robe slipping off my shoulders and I twisted my body in a futile attempt to preserve my modesty. Jackson growled, ripping the material away from my body. As my breasts were once again exposed to the cold air, I threw my head back and moaned softly.
Jackson’s warm hands covered my breasts. He stroked the skin gently, making me shudder with arousal. When his fingers began gently pinching at my stiff nipples, pleasure that I’d never felt before swirled through my body. I arched my back, throwing myself against Jackson, wanting more.
“Jackson, please!” I begged. “Take me!”