Chapter Twenty-Seven

Brooklyn

Light kisses and nibbling against my skin pull me from sleep. The feeling of Jackson’s hard body pressed against my back and his arms around me, pulling me closer as his hard cock pokes me in the ass, has me arching my back against him.
Without a word, featherlight touches begin tracing over my skin, palms cupping my heavy breasts as his thumbs toy with my pebbled nipples.
His teeth nip at the skin beneath my ear, his hot breath sending chills coursing over my whole body. Both of our breathing is heavy as we both get worked up.
Jackson moves his hand down my body, fingers touching and teasing, driving me wild during their descent until he's cupping my mound, his fingers dipping inside my pussy.
I rock my hips, wanting, needing more.
“You like that, Baby?” he asks, voice low and husky, pushing his fingers in deeper, the heel of his palm pressing against my clit.
“Yes,” I moan as I writhe under his ministrations.
“What do you want?” He husks. “My fingers,” then proceeds to thrust them hard and deep inside of me. “My tongue?” He runs his tongue up the side of my throat, then flicks my ear with the tip of it. “Or my cock?” He asks, rocking his hard on against my backside.
“Fuck me, Jackson,” I beg, aching to be filled by him. “Fuck me hard and deep.”
Jackson continues thrusting his fingers in and out of me, making no move to fuck me as I’d requested.
His mouth travels up my throat, licking, nipping, and sucking before coming to a stop at my ear, his breathing slightly labored with excitement as he teases and torments me. 
“I’ll fuck you,” he utters, pulling away just enough to speak, his lips grazing my skin with each word and sending chills all throughout my body. “But I’m going to fuck you nice and slow.” He rocks his hips against my ass, his hard cock wedged between our bodies.
Each thrust of his hips pulls a groan from deep within him as his fingers and mouth work harder to bring me closer to climax.
When I’m on the verge of cuming, he pulls back, using featherlight touches as he skims his hands up and down my thighs, around my sex, but not giving me what I want, what I need to finish.
Over and over again, he brings me to the brink, never letting me finish.
“Jackson…please…” I beg, beyond desperate to cum at this point.
“Please, what?” He husks, his own voice sounding strained.
The entire time he’s been teasing and taunting me, working me up, he’s grown thicker, harder, teasing himself along the way.
“Make me cum,” I barely manage to utter, nearly mindless with need.
“You cum,” he says, his skilled fingers penetrating my pussy again, starting to build all over again. “When I say you can cum.”
I don’t know whether I want to beg, cry, demand, or all the above. All that I know is that I don’t think I can take much more of his teasing.
The build comes quick, taking me by surprise. I expect him to stop this time, to pull back and continue teasing me just as he has thus far. I nearly pout when he pulls his fingers from my dripping pussy. 
He runs his hand down my thigh, then lower until he reaches mid calf.
He pushes me onto my stomach and then moves my leg up and to the side, until my knee is next to my breast, fully opening me up for him. 
He shifts so that he’s between my thighs and adjusts his hips. I feel the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy and nearly weep with joy as he slowly pushes inside.
“Fuck,” we both moan at the same time. The feeling of him slowly pushing into me is so much better than the hard fuck I’d asked for.
Slowly, he drags his hips back, pulling his cock almost completely out before taking his time pushing back in, making slow, deliberate thrusts.
I’m so worked up from all of the teasing that with just a few slow, deep thrusts, I’m right back on the precipice of cuming. 
“Jackson…” I say his name like a prayer. “I’m going to-“
I don’t get to finish my sentence as he reaches around, his hand slipping between my body and the mattress until his fingers find my clit, and he demands, “Cum for me, baby.”
And fuck do I.
The storm that’s been brewing low in my belly erupts, making my entire body shake as my vision turns white, and I think I might just be in heaven, if the sensations coursing through my body are anything to go by.
I come back down to earth, Jackson still making slow, deliberate thrusts.
Suddenly, he pulls out and flips me onto my back. Immediately, I wrap my legs around his waist, his hands trailing my arms before grasping hold of my own hands and bringing them over my head.
He transfers my left hand to his right, holding them both in his large one, then grasps hold of my leg just behind my knee, unlocking it from his back as he presses it to my chest, then grasps hold of my other leg and moves it to rest atop his broad shoulder, completely opening me up for him once more as he sinks his cock into my pussy once more.
“Your tight little pussy takes my cock so fucking good,” he praises, fucking me slowly, making me go mad just as slowly. “It’s as if it were made specifically to take *my* cock and only my cock.”
“Yes,” I moan as he hits a spot deep inside of me.
His slow thrusts allow time to feel so much more, the tension and friction to build to a whole new level, one that I’ve ever experienced before.
We’re both dripping with sweat as a second orgasm begins to build, and as if sensing it, Jackson claims my lips, his kiss just as slow and passionate as his lovemaking.
Because there is no doubt in my mind that that’s what this is.
Making love, our bodies saying things our mouths aren’t ready to confess.
Jackson breaks the kiss, his eyes looking deeply into my own as the storm builds within me, on the verge of breaking.
“Remember, you don’t cum until I tell you to,” he growls with heat in his bright blue eyes.
“I don’t know if I can-“
“You can and you will,” he interrupts, his hand leaving my thigh to find my hips, just as his thrusts become slightly harder, deeper, yet still just as slow and languid.
He begins peppering kisses along my jawline, then along my neck, before moving lower.
His teeth nip at my collarbone, his tongue soothing the sting before he moves on to my heavy, heaving breasts.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers, taking me in appreciatively, then he begins flicking my hardened bud with his tongue, playing with it before taking as much of my breast into his mouth as he can manage, his tongue still teasing, his mouth sucking.
“Fuck,” I cry, taken by surprise at how fucking good it feels.
Too many sensations are coursing through my body, and I feel like a live wire, electricity coursing through every inch of me, just waiting to let go.
Jackson’s pace picks up, using his grip on my hip to help him fuck me deeper. 
My mind is spinning, my body no longer feeling like my own as I surrender to the things that I’m feeling, welcoming them.
“I’m close,” Jackson informs as he pulls back and sinks inside of me at a tortuously slow pace, the head of his cock hitting so fucking deep, it feels like he’s in my stomach. 
He claims my lips were once more, the kiss passionate and full of desire. When he breaks it, his voice is so low and deep, I barely recognize it as he husks, “I want you to cum with me.”
Unable to form words, I nod.
I can tell he’s almost there as his thrusts become more shallow.
He gasps, “fuck,” and releases my hands, lowering his other hand to my hip, just as I wrap mine around his biceps, both of us bracing for what is surely to be explosive.
I feel myself about to fall over, and I tighten my hold, pulling him closer, holding us together as we both fall apart.
And we do, he thrusts his hips two more times, the last one, he uses his hands at my hips to lock us together as he stills. As soon as I feel the first shot of his cum release inside of me, I explode around him. The feeling of leaving this realm returns, and I’m lost to the sensations that are coursing through my body, sight and sound gone in the bliss that consumed me.
“Holy shit,” Jackson gasps. I feel one of his hands cupping my face mere seconds before his lips make contact with mine, pulling me back down to earth once more. 
Jackson ends the kiss all too soon, pulling back to stare down at me, his crystalline eyes saying so much, but neither of us says a word, not wanting to ruin the perfection of the moment with sweet words or declarations of things that we’re both only feeling because of the moment that we just shared together.
*Because that’s all this feeling is, right?*
*There’s no way that I’m already falling for him.*
*I can’t be.*
*It’s just the moment, or hormones, or something.*
Jackson gives me one last chaste kiss before moving off of me.
Getting up from the bed, my heart flutters at the sight of him, like there’s a dozen butterflies taking flight inside of me.
I watch as he exits the room, coming back just a minute later with a washcloth in hand. He climbs back onto the bed, crawls over me, his eyes not leaving mine since he came back into the room, and lowers the cloth between my legs.
The warmth of the water that he’d wet it with feels soothing, and a small moan slips free as he continues cleaning up the mess that we’d made.
He looks like he wants to say something, I can see it written all over his face, but he refrains, and for that I’m grateful because if he says what I think he’s going to say, I will have to take a closer look at my own feelings, and right now, I’m not ready to do that.
I care for him deeply.
But it’s too soon to be something so serious.
Life-altering.
When he’s finished cleaning me up, he tosses the towel into the dirty clothes basket by his dresser and then leans down and gives me a soft, sweet kiss, his lips caressing my own, and I wrap my arms around him, soaking up the moment and this soft, sweet side of him that very few ever get to experience.
He claims to be dominant, but outside of a few hot as hell moments, all I’ve gotten is a big ol’ teddy bear, and I think I like that just as much as the former.
“What are you thinking about?” He asks as he ends the kiss, his eyes searching mine.
Sinking my teeth into my lower lip, I look away, suddenly feeling embarrassed at thinking of him as a teddy bear.
Using his thumb, he draws my lips away from my teeth and then turns my face back to his, not letting me get away with not answering.
Mustering up what little courage I have, I just go for it.
“I was thinking about how nice all of this has been. How you’re not at all what I had expected, and you, this, us, all of it has taken me by surprise.” His eyes soften as he takes in my words, his knuckles skimming my cheek as he waits to see if there’s more. “I’m not going to run—I know that worries you, and to be honest, I don’t blame you—but I want more for myself, for our baby,” I say, lowering my hand to the still flat plains of my lower stomach. “This is just all so new to me, so different from anything that I’ve ever known, that it’s kind of like culture shock. It’s going to take me a bit to adjust.”
He opens his mouth, his heart in his eyes, and starts to say something, but I quickly cover his mouth with my hand, stopping him from saying words that I’m not ready to hear just yet. “Please, don’t say it yet,” I say softly, my heart beating wildly against my chest. “You show it every time you look at me, every time you touch me. But those words mean more to me than you could ever know, and" I sigh, suddenly feeling stupid and wanting to cry. With tears building behind my eyes, I break eye contact, my throat tight as I murmur, “I’m just not ready to hear it yet.”
I don’t look at him, knowing I won’t be able to handle the look of hurt staring back at me if I do. But then I feel his fingers against my chin again, turning my face back toward him anyway, but I don’t get the chance to see the hurt before he cups both my cheeks and claims my mouth with his.
The kiss is deep and full of everything he wants to say, and I’m so beyond grateful that he’s willing to give me this, at least for now.
Breaking the kiss, he lowers his brow to mine, his eyes full of everything, *everything he wants to say, everything he feels, the knowledge of all the hurts that I’ve suffered that’s making me feel how I am. Everything.* “Anything you want, Baby. All that matters to me is you and our baby. And I’ll do *anything* to make you happy.”
Godamnit, the stupid tears are back, and this time, I’m unable to contain them as they flood my eyes and begin dripping down my cheeks.
He uses the pads of his thumbs and wipes them away, even when they’re immediately replaced by more.
“I don’t deserve you,” I whisper, torn between wanting everything that I know he’s silently offering and feeling as though I don’t deserve any of it.
“Oh, Baby,” he murmurs as he changes positions, helping me to move to a sitting position at the same time. He runs his fingers through my ratted hair and brushes loose hairs away from my face, “You deserve so much more than you can imagine, and I’m going to do my best to give it all to you.”