Loving Jackson (Wishing Well, Texas #10) - Melanie Shawn Page 0,43

legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried me out of the bathroom to the king-sized bed in the center of my room. With each step he took, the waistband of his sweats rubbed against the exposed, sensitive feminine flesh. The friction only served to increase the pressure building in my sex.

His mouth never left mine as he laid me down on the comforter. He continued kissing me as he moved above me. I held onto his shoulders, loving the feeling of his muscles beneath my touch. The hand that had been holding my face now moved between our bodies and cupped my breast. His thumb and forefinger pinched my nipple sending a zip of bliss straight to my palpitating center.

I gasped, breaking our kiss. When I did, Jackson’s mouth moved south. His hand massaged my full breast as his lips brushed across my jawline, down my neck, and over my collarbone until they reached the pebbled peaks of my mounds. His movement caused his lower body to shift. It was no longer material I felt between my legs, but skin on skin.

His abs were rubbing against my tender flesh as he sucked my nipple into his mouth, licked and bit it lightly. The combination of my sensitive folds rubbing against the velvety heat of his skin combined with the teasing assault on my nipple caused my body to shudder with a pent-up release. I closed my eyes at the unexpected sensation.

“You’re so wet,” he growled against my breast.

I touched my still very damp hair. “I was in the shower.”

He stilled and I opened my eyes to find him looking up at me, his lips a breath away from my nipple glistening with his saliva. I could see from the look in his eyes that I was missing something, but my brain was too busy trying to process all of the competing sensations I was feeling to figure out what it was.

“I wasn’t talking about your hair,” he gritted out as his hand travelled farther south and his fingers glided along my sex.

“Oh!” I gasped.

His touch felt so good, my legs parted even further in invitation. I wasn’t thinking about how I was responding to him or what that said about me. I wasn’t thinking about the repercussions of my actions or what this meant for us. I wasn’t thinking about anything except for, wanting more.

I gripped his shoulders tighter as his thumb began making circles around my clit while one of his fingers ran along my seam. He was basically doing the sexual equivalent of rubbing his belly and patting his head, and I was a fan.

My release was building rapidly but felt just beyond my reach. His sensual ministrations caused my hips to buck up in search of it as a whimper escaped from me.

“Please,” I begged. “Don’t stop.”

My request surprised me. In the limited, very limited, experience I did have, I hadn’t been driven to pleading. I didn’t even know I had it in me. But I would get down on my hands and knees and beg if it meant that Jackson would keep touching me.

“I’m just getting started.” When he spoke, the heat of his breath fanned over my damp nipples, causing my back to arch up.

When my body lifted from the bed, Jackson switched things up. He sucked my breast into his mouth and the tip of his tongue flicked my pebbled flesh. At the same time, his thumb began rolling back and forth across the tender nub at the top of my sex as one of his fingers pressed inside of me.

It was all too much for me to handle and within seconds I went up and over the edge of oblivion. I heard a cry but didn’t recognize my own voice as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Jackson continued his masterful touch as I rode out my release.

Finally, when my limbs relaxed, Jackson slowly pulled his finger out of my tight canal. I opened my eyes and found Jackson making lazy circles with his middle finger, tracing the pinkened skin surrounding my nipple, leaving a glistening trail. He was coating my breasts with my juices.

A small moan sounded in the back of my throat at the erotic sight and his eyes lifted to mine. My heart was still pounding from my orgasm as he held my gaze and lowered his mouth, licking the same trail that his finger had just made. Not only did it feel amazing, it looked

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