Mine Would Be You (76)

“Trying to run away from me, Scott?” His hands are on either side of my head, my legs drawn up so that he can rest between them, and I revel in the weight of him.

I reach up and brush a curl out of his face. “Not anymore.”

He kisses me, harder this time, rolling his hips over and over me, sending little shockwaves over me until I have to pull away to catch my breath. Again. I grip the back of his neck as he places kisses against my cheek, down to my throat, nipping and licking every step of the way. He traces my collarbone with his mouth, with light kisses, and his tongue dances over my skin, placing a kiss on the hollow of my throat in between.

“Jackson,” I pant, trying to move my hips against his to alleviate the ache growing between my legs with every second. His thumb plays with the underside of my breast, teasing the skin.

He leans up, smiling against my lips. “I’m just getting started.” Despite myself, I blush deeply.

He kisses his way downward, over my ribs, trailing his fingers after his tongue, over my hips until he reaches my underwear. My heart beats wildly in my chest when his fingers curl on the edge of the lace. I glance down, already consumed by him and am greeted with the sight of him already looking up at me. I nod and when those blue eyes light up, it might actually be the last thing I ever see.

Jackson looks at me like he’s never seen light before.

Tightly, he holds my hips down as he kisses around right where I want him. He nips the sensitive skin all the way from the back of my knee up my thigh, alternating between that and soft, open-mouthed kisses, up to where my hip meets my pelvis and across.

“I love this tattoo,” he murmurs against my skin as he traces the ink on the side of my left hip. “And this scar.” He kisses the scar on the top of my thigh I got when I was younger. “And this spattering of freckles.” He traces my lower stomach. “There is no part of you that I’m not obsessed with.”

He reaches up and intertwines his fingers with mine and places them on my hips. Holding me down while holding my hand.

And I’m burning for him, pulsing everywhere. “Please,” I pant, twisting closer to him.

I’m fully unprepared when I feel the slow drag of his tongue, and I bite my lip to keep the moan from escaping my mouth as I squirm, trying to get closer. My back arches slightly again as his tongue continues to swirl and he sucks on the sensitive spot, his left hand firmly intertwined with mine, holding my hips against the bed as I try to scoot closer, try to do anything to help the pressure pooling quickly in the pit of my stomach.

He pulls back briefly, and I look down as he glances up, lust flaring in his eyes before he leans back in. Jackson gives another slow lick and finally slides a finger into me. My teeth let go of my lip, and I can’t help the moan that escapes past my lips as his finger slides out and two slide back in, curling upward as his tongue continues in slow, steady motions. I squeeze his hand tightly, trying to ground myself.

He slows down the movements of his tongue and speeds up the curling of his fingers, and I try to hold the loud breathy noises from escaping past my lips as I bury my free hand into his curls, trying to find anything to hold onto. He chuckles against me, the vibrations causing my stomach to tighten further as my heart beats thunderously in my chest. My entire body is tingling from my ears to the tightness in my stomach as he sucks lightly on the sensitive bud and curls his fingers all at once, sending me into a frenzy as every single sensation explodes throughout my body, leaving me dizzy as the orgasm flows through me.

Fuck.

As I come down, he slowly kisses his way back upwards and hovers over me, his eyes shining, and he licks his lips once before bending down and kissing me. Feeling every inch of him as he grinds his hips against mine and brings the hand that still holds my own up next to my head. I’m still a little breathless from moments before, so I pull away, leaning my head to the side to try to catch my breath as his lips latch onto my throat.

“You are absolutely fucking stunning, Nina,” he whispers against my skin.

I toy with the band of his briefs, and he doesn’t hesitate to shimmy them off. He tosses them off to the side and reaches in the nightstand. He comes back to me, a condom in hand, and I reach down and curl my hand softly around him and watch as his eyes flutter closed, his head falling forward into my shoulder.

Jackson presses soft kisses where my shoulder meets my neck as I slowly glide my hand up and down him until his hips start to move in time with my hand and I can hear his breathing hitch. I push gently on his shoulder until he’s lying on his back and I’m straddling him. His eyes widen slightly before his lips curl into a smile when I lean down and kiss him again, slowly and deeply.

I gently tug the condom out of his hand and slide it onto him before deepening the kiss further as his hands grip my hips. I pull back just slightly as our noses touch, and bite his lip gently, causing him to chuckle, before guiding him into me.

I bite my own lip as I let him stretch me, trying and failing to keep the breathy noises inside, feeling his fingers dig into my hip as I gently cup his chin with my hands, unable to breathe deeply with all the sensations flowing through me for a second time. It takes a second for me to adjust, but when I do our eyes connect as he thrust his hips up gently, causing my breath to hitch.

With each rise and fall when our hips meet, I twirl mine slightly, slowly, relishing the sound of the breathless moans leaving his mouth and the firm grip he has on my hips. I lean forward, deepening the feel of him until I kiss right under his ear and his throat as the speed increases slightly, reveling in the groan that escapes his lips.