I parted my legs slightly as I felt his hand run up my thigh, allowing him to run his two fingers through my slick centre, drawing small circles over my clit. I moaned into his mouth as he continued swirling his finger over the sensitive bud.
I could feel my orgasm building and slipped my fingers into his thick hair. He trailed kisses down my neck, to my heaving chest, and slowly rolled his tongue around first my left nipple and then my right, causing more shock waves than I could handle to run through my body.
"Slow down," I cried.
"Come undone for me," he whispered, as he slid down the bed, working his fingers harder and faster.
I gripped his wrist, but he ignored me. Every nerve in my body was on overdrive, and then I felt him lick the inside of my thigh, and I heard myself make a sound I didn't recognize.
"That's it," he whispered and sucked my clit into his mouth.
I couldn't hold back any longer. It was only a matter of seconds before he had me screaming out his name as my orgasm crashed through me.
He didn't wait for me to come down. Instead, he kicked his boxers off, spread my legs, and slid himself into me, a low, feral growl leaving his lips.
"My God, you are tighter than I remember," he breathed as he continued to rock into me.
I could already feel myself starting to climax again. He wrapped me in his arms and slowed his rhythm, kissing me as he thrust deeply into me. I bit my bottom lip as I felt myself tightening around him, digging my fingers into his back. He thrust deeper and faster, finally collapsing on top of me.
"Don't move," he said, breathing hard as he rolled off me.
I lay there allowing myself to come down, when I felt the bed move. I could barely open my eyes as I felt him pull me into him. He placed a soft kiss on my shoulder and pulled the covers over us.
12
Jackson
I lay in bed,my arms crossed behind my head, thinking about what had happened last night. It had been the best sex and the best sleep I'd had in five years, and I regretted nothing.
I stared up at the ceiling, wondering what I would face when Bailey woke up. I'd woken in the middle of the night, thinking it had all been a dream, and when I found her in my arms, my cock had instantly hardened. I woke her, and we'd gone for our third round a little after five this morning, and two hours later, I had woken with a hard cock pressed firmly against her firm ass. I’d pulled her tighter to me, and she let out this gorgeous soft moan, which had been my undoing. In a matter of minutes, I’d slid myself into her once again and fucked her until she had screamed out my name again. Now she lay beside me, totally spent, and I lay awake fearing what would happen once she was awake.
I was worried that she would be full of regret and would want to leave immediately, angry at me for putting her in this position. I had no idea how she was going to handle this, but I was trying to prepare myself for the worst, for her to shatter my heart once again into a million little pieces.
I closed my eyes and relaxed into the mattress, trying to rid myself of all the anxiety I was feeling over this. I'd just closed my eyes when I felt the bed move, and I looked over to see Bailey roll over and press herself up against me, resting her arm on my chest. I dropped my arm and wrapped it around her warm body.
"Morning," she murmured as she rested her head on my shoulder.
"Good morning." I adjusted myself to be able to pull her closer to me and wrapped her in my arms, kissing her forehead.
She was quiet, tracing little circles with her forefinger over a scar on my chest that I'd received three years ago during an arrest with a knife-wielding maniac.
"Where did you get this?" she asked as she ran her finger over the raised skin.
I looked down into those big blue eyes of hers, unsure if I should tell her or not. I knew exactly how she felt about my job, especially after Connor had died. I could remember her begging me to do something else, anything else after he'd been killed. I cleared my throat. There was no way I was going to hide it, I thought, because being a cop was in my blood. It was who I was. Just like it had been in her brother's blood.
"It happened during an arrest a couple years ago. We took down a couple of guys. The one had a knife, and he ended up hitting me in the vest. However, it went right through the plate. Took about ten stitches, that was it. No damage done. Just left a nice little reminder."
I prepared myself for the backlash, but she didn't say anything. She was quiet and continued to run her finger over the raised scar. I pulled her closer to me, placing another kiss on her forehead.
We lay there quietly for a few moments, then I propped myself up on my elbow and rolled her to her back and slowly brought my lips to hers. I could feel myself already growing harder the slower and deeper I kissed her.
When our lips parted ,she looked up at me and softy smiled. "Jackson, as fun as last night was, I really should be getting back to my own room."
I felt as if I'd run into a cement wall. These were not the words I wanted to hear. I calmed my beating heart and cleared my throat. "Why?" I questioned.
"Come on, Jackson, are you serious? We have brunch in a couple of hours. The girls will be coming to meet me, and I showed up here alone."
I couldn't help but feel a little crushed that she would be embarrassed about being with me. Instead of letting her words get to me, I decided I was going to fight for this. "So? What would be so wrong with us going to brunch together?"