Chapter Sixty-Three
Brooklyn
Today has been a good day so far. I still have bad days now and then, but for the most part, each passing day is easier than the last.
Jackson should be home in an hour or so. I’m planning something special for us, and after the last ruined date night, I decided not to even bother trying to go out.
And I’m glad that I did because I have been turned on all day, counting down the minutes until he gets home.
We’ve had a few intimate kisses and caresses here and there since my spiral, but until today, I haven’t been able to put everything behind me. I didn’t want to fall into old habits and use sex as a distraction, but today I’m ready.
I went out earlier and bought a sexy little negligee that fits my new fuller figure, thanks to the pregnancy making me go up two full cup sizes and giving me curves that I didn’t have before, thanks to my not taking care of myself.
I pull my hair up, hoping not to get it wet, and step into the shower. The water running over my skin and making my nipples harden and heightened need hit me between my thighs.
I’m so sensitive and needy that just running my soapy hands over my breasts has me biting back a moan, and when I get to my swollen and achy pussy, it takes everything in me not to slip my fingers through my folds and enter myself, just to take the edge off.
I quickly shave and get out, each moment I’m in there with the water running over my overly sensitive skin, verging on torturous.
I dry off and then slip on the *outfit* that I bought, then grab my phone and climb into our bed. Lying down, I spread my legs and slip my hand inside the scrap of red lace covering my pussy, my hips bucking up off the bed as a moan escapes me when my fingers make contact with my aching clit.
I hold my phone up above me at just the right angle, graze my fingers over my clit once more, moaning as I snap the picture.
When I look at the photo on my screen, I gasp at the desire and need that shows clearly on my face.
Before I can think better of it, I send it to Jackson.
**Me: Hurry home…I need you.**
I watch as those three little bubbles pop up with his response. I wait with baited breath as they disappear, then reappear a few moments later, before his text finally appears on my screen.
**Jackson: Fuck!**
Then a second message immediately follows.
**Are you horny, Baby? Do you want me to eat that pretty pussy until you scream my name and then fill it with my cock?**
**Me: Yes! God, yes.**
**Jackson: Touch yourself, pretend it’s me, but do NOT cum. Only I get to make you cum.**
**Me: But I’m too horny. I’ll cum if I touch myself.**
**Jackson: Wait for me. I’ll take care of you real soon.**
**Jackson: I can’t stop looking at that picture. My cock is as hard as granite, desperate to feel your tight pussy wrapped around him.**
**Me: Hurry.**
I beg, and I’m not embarrassed by it. I’m horny as fuck and I need to cum. And I need Jackson.
Not wanting to tempt myself, I climb from the bed and throw on the matching robe before heading to the kitchen to get dinner started.
I’ve just slipped dinner into the oven when I hear the front door open and then close. Jackson steps into the kitchen, already pulling his shirt over his head, and when his eyes find mine, they’re wild and filled with so much need.
His eyes trail over my body, and then he moves, not taking his eyes off of me as he closes the distance between us.
“How long does dinner have?” He asks as he stops in front of me.
“About half an hour. I just put it in,” I tell him.
“Shut it off. Thirty minutes isn’t nearly long enough for what I’m going to do to you.”
As soon as my finger presses the off button, Jackson whirls me around until I’m facing him. His hand grasps hold of my own and brings it to his hard, as steel cock, “I’ve been like this since that picture, and I need to feel you.” His voice is low, raw, and full of so much desire that I have to clench my thighs together.
He notices and buries his hand between my legs, cupping my pussy.
“You’re soaked. I can feel it through these sexy little panties, coating your thighs.” He rubs the heel of his palm against my clit as his fingers press into me teasingly, making my knees almost buckle.
Pulling his hand free, he steadies me by placing both of his hands at my waist. Then, he lifts me and I wrap my legs around his hips, his throbbing cock getting caught between us.
“I need you…now,” he growls, pressing my back against the counter and rocking into me, his hardness rubbing just right against my clit. “Do you want me to take you right here?” He asks, nearly breathless. “Or in our bed?”
“I don’t care.” I rock against him desperately, then say, “Just take me, fuck me, Jackson.”
A smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth as he asks, “Are you horny, Baby?” Then, before I can even respond, he continues, “How badly do you want my cock?”
“I’m aching for you to fill me, please,” I practically beg.
Without wasting another moment, Jackson places me on my feet, then undoes the button of his jeans, the weight of his cock forcing the zipper down, allowing it to spring free. And when I take in the sight of it, there’s already precum leaking from the tip.
I move to drop to my knees, but his stern “No,” stops me in my tracks. His hands move to my hips, his fingers grasping hold of each side of my panties, and he begins lowering them to the floor, moving to his knees in the process.
“Did you touch yourself?” he asks, his voice thick with desire as he looks up at me, his hands smoothing over my skin as they move up my legs.
“Yes,” I husk, thinking about how I toyed with my clit as I was taking the picture to send him.
“Did you cum?”
I shake my head back and forth, “You told me not to.”
“Good girl.”
He runs his fingers over the inside of my inner thighs, just shy of where I want him, teasing me.
“Jackson—” I say, fixing to beg when he leans forward and covers my clit with his mouth, flicking his tongue against my aching bundle of nerves. “Oh, God. Yes.” I cry, fisting my hands in his hair.
His fingers part my folds, then enter me in one swift thrust. He curls them, hitting me in just the right spot that has me screaming his name, just like he said. He doesn’t stop there, though. Instead, he wraps his arm around the back of my thighs, holding me in place as he devours me.
I move straight from one orgasm into another without getting a chance to catch my breath or brace for the strength of this second one.
When I finally come down, Jackson gets to his feet with a cocky grin on his face as he wipes the juices off of his chin and bottom lip, uttering, “fucking delicious.”
He reaches out, grasping hold of my thighs, picks me up, and, using the counter to brace me against, he thrusts his cock between my spread thighs, spearing me with his cock.
“Fuck,” he groans as he enters me, filling me deep. “You feel so damn good, Baby.” He begins rolling his hips, his cock pumping inside of me, and feeling so Goddamn good.
“Your cock feels so good,” I say, my words turning into a moan. “I’m going to cum again.”
“I’m close,” he says, thrusting hard and fast. “It’s been too long since I’ve had you, and your pussy just feels too fucking good.”
“Cum with me,” I say just as I feel myself slipping over the edge.
Jackson rocks into me once more and then stills as he releases inside of me.
He kisses me tenderly before pulling both of us away from the counter, not bothering to pull out of me as he carries me through the house until we get to the shower.
He adjusts the temp before stepping inside. We wash one another and then end up going another round, which leaves us both completely spent and absolutely starving.
“How about I go warm up dinner, while you get dressed.” He tells me while pulling on a pair of gray sweat pants.
I get dressed and then pad barefoot toward the kitchen, stopping inside the doorway to watch as he sets the table. My hand moves to my bump as I think about just how lucky I am that he came to Teddy’s door that night.
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