Jackson

I arrived at Angelic’s at six thirty, overnight bag in hand. I showered and changed at my place. I dressed in a black polo shirt and grey khakis. Not knowing how far she intended to walk or where we would be stopping for dinner, I opted for my well worn canvas shoes.

She answered the door looking positively devourable. Her simple pale blue cotton dress with a soft white cardigan gave her the appearance of being demure. Her hair was pulled back and braided, taming her wild curls.

The scent of her freshly washed hair had me imagining slipping her hair tie off and running my hands through those beautiful tresses. I was going savor unwrapping that little gift later. A treat for behaving myself and not undressing her here and now.

She stood back and drank me in. A low soft sigh escaped her lips. Her approval meant everything to me. Her presence provided a welcoming warmth I’d never experienced.

Having her agree to me spending the night was an enormous step forward for us.

I took a step inside her loft. “Where should I put this?” I motioned to my overnight bag.

“This way.” The minute she took my hand to lead me to the bedroom, the electricity between us sparked. It took all my resolve to simply drop the bag and leave the room with our clothes still intact.

As we left the loft she asked if I minded if she checked on something in the studio. I glanced through her work. Her talent was predominately projected in each shot.

My eyes fell on the one she took when I caught her watching me.

I knew she entered the room without actually having to see her. I could feel her presence. She brushed up beside me and took the photo.

“What were you thinking at that moment?” She asked, her crystal clear blue eyes staring up at me.

I didn't need to think — without hesitation, I answered her.

“I was thinking about how I lied to you about being difficult to seduce. I knew the minute you would walk into the room, I was done.” I gave her a seductive growl and my signature panty melting glare.

Her lips curled into a smile. “You really weren't much of a challenge, were you?”

“What did you see when you took this picture?” I wanted to know what motivated her to watch me.

“Truth is, it changes for me each time I see it. Looking at you through the lens, I saw a handsome, confident, intelligent man.”

I halfheartedly laughed at her statement. “That's the first time anyone has accused me of being intelligent.”

“You are intelligent.” Her eyes conveying her belief in that statement. “It bothers you when the tabloids suggest otherwise, doesn’t it?”

I didn’t answer her, instead I asked what other perception she’d had of this photograph.

“When I was working this afternoon, I thought you looked possessive.” There was no embarrassment in her assessment. She was stating the truth of what I asked.

I snickered, “Possessive, like I wanted to devour you whole.” I leaned in and nipped at her ear.

She giggled. She had been giggling a lot around me the last couple of days. I had a feeling this giddy side was new to her. She blushed every time.

“Funny you should say that,” she pulled away before I could molest her any further. “Looking at it now, with how much I have come to know you, instead of using the word possessive, I would say you look lustful.”

“Now that’s a look I can get on board with.” I pulled her against my chest. “We better get out of here before I forget about being a gentleman and do something positively corruptible to you.”

The walk around her neighborhood was comfortable. Small mom and pop places lined the streets. Most of them opened later with summer hours. We found a small diner and feasted on homemade burgers and onion rings. Greasy, messy and with homemade buns.

Everyone stopped to talk to us. Curious, I was sure, at who Angelic had tagging alongside of her. I got the impression everyone was taken aback she had a date. It was obviously a date. We walked with hands entwined.

The conversation centered around our current relationship with our families. She and her mother had mended fences. Her therapy had helped reconcile the anger towards her mother. Talking with a professional who could give an external opinion had gone a long way in that.

I was sad to learn her Grandmother passed away last year. That was how she obtained the money to start her own business. The inheritance was meagre, but enough to help her secure a loan for the endevor.

I explained the close relationship I had with my mother, and laughed at the tolerant one I had with my father. I wanted her to understand how important it was for me to succeed in this new venture.

I talked about my younger brother, his wife, and my niece and nephew. I laughed how him providing grandchildren took the pressure off me to provide an heir.

I found myself confiding my insecurities about my abilities. I confirmed her earlier question about not enjoying the fact that the only thing I seem to be good for was tabloid fodder. And yes, it did bother me every time they insinuated that I was less than intelligent.

On the walk home I stopped at the florist on the corner who was packing up her unsold bundles from the sidewalk and bought the entire bucket.

“Jackson, I don’t have a vase big enough to hold all of these.” Her squealed objection did nothing to convince me she did not want me to proceed.

“How much for the bucket?” I asked the owner. She gave it to us saying it was going to go in the recycle bin anyway.

“Just a minute,” the owner asked and ran back into the store with the bucket. She returned with it wrapped in pretty gold paper. “Now it looks like a vase,” she proudly handed it back.

Angelic thanked her and kissed her on both cheeks.

We headed to her place.

I placed the bucket of flowers in the middle of her kitchen table.

“I didn’t really think that one through, did I?” I commented, staring at the enormous bouquet of flowers sitting on Angelic’s table.

“They’re beautiful and it was very nice of you to buy them at the end of the day so LeeAnne would not have to drag them back into the shop.” Her crystal blue eyes danced.

“The night’s still early,” she said as she ran her hands under my shirt and traced the lines of my abs with feathery lightness. “What would you like to do?”

I knew what I wanted to do, however, we had all night for that. I wanted to do something special with her. Something I had not done in a very long time.

“Promise not to laugh?” I asked coyly.

“Jackson, I would never laugh at you… maybe.”

“OK, I’ll tell you anyway,” I chuckled, “I would like to cuddle on the couch and watch a movie.”

Her brow raised skeptically.

“And popcorn would be nice,” I added.

“A movie and popcorn and cuddling on the couch. That is such a chick thing to ask for.”

Yup, she was laughing at me.

“It’s something I haven’t done since high school, and I think it’s a perfect first date activity.”

I wrap my arms around her tiny waist. “Or we could,” I wiggle my eyebrows, “you know. But you don’t appear to be a sleep with the guy on a first date kind of gal,” I teased.

“Oh, I think that ship had already sailed.” Her amusement stirred my cock. Maybe we should skip the movie. Everything she did stirred my cock.

“I like that idea,” she interjected before I changed my mind and dragged her to the bedroom. “I never had a movie date. Dating, bringing a boy home, was never something I was able to do.” The sadness in her confession told me I had made the right decision.

We watched a kick ass, blow them up blockbuster. We sat cuddled on the couch, eating popcorn and drinking beer. I could imagine doing this with her every night and never getting bored.

I followed her to the kitchen for cleanup. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I whispered in her ear. “Is this what it’s like to live in your world, Angel?”

“Yeah, pretty boring, huh?” Her body leaned back and melted into mine.

“I like it in your world,” I confessed.

I tilted her head and claimed her mouth. She spun and met my hunger. This was the first of many nights we were going to have to spend together. My intention was to take my time tasting, teasing and probing.

She groaned into my mouth. “I was beginning to think I was going to have to make the first move,” she purred. She unbuttoned her cardigan and slipped it off her shoulders. Next thing to go was my shirt, followed by her dress and my pants.

“So much for taking it slow,” I told her as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I carried her to the bedroom and dropped her on the bed with a bounce.

I removed my boxers. Crawling to her, I stopped and hooked my fingers in her panties and discarded them, the bra following. She was still the most beautiful woman I had ever had the pleasure of ravishing.

“Jackson, you’re looking at me like a starving man and I’m an all you can eat buffet,” she said, her crystal blue eyes gleaming with lust.

“Is that an invitation, Angel?” I grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed before she had a chance to answer.

“Who am I to deny a starving man his meal,” she giggled.

“Such a good samaritan,” I teased, going in for the kill.

“Oh God, Jackson,” she moaned the moment I nipped at her swollen nub. She must have been on the edge all evening waiting for me to make my move.

I teased her mercilessly, bringing her to the brink, then pulling back.

“Jackson.” Her breathless cries grew louder with each ministration.

There was a fine line between teasing and being downright cruel. I was a master at not crossing that line.

Until tonight.

I pulled away long enough to catch my breath. Angelic scurried up the bed. As I chased her, she pushed me on my back and straddled me.

“Jackson, you fucking cunt-tease. I don’t beg, but I have no problem taking what’s mine.” She reached in the nightstand and pulled out a condom. Ripping the foil package open, she pinched the tip.

Before rolling it onto my cock, she met my lusty glaze. “Do you have a problem with that?”

She waited for my response before continuing. I gave her an approving nod.

It took her seconds to roll the condom on my enlarged cock before she climbed on top and impaled herself.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Jackson.” Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she rode me hard. I cupped her bouncing breast.

I waited until her rhythm was less erratic, less needy. I had no one to blame but myself for making her this horny. But damn, there was something erotic as fuck about the way she was riding me right now.

She was so fucking wet I could feel her wetness dripping down the crack of my ass. She cursed and praised my name through her panting. I’d felt her come several times. Her walls tightened around me, threatening to push me over with her each time.

Her rhythm slowed, groaning with each stroke. I let her set the pace, taking everything she needed from me physically.

Now, I wanted her to take everything I had to offer emotionally.

I brought her in and sucked on her breast, waiting for her to recover from her bliss. Her hair, still partially tied in a braid, hung in her face. I brushed it aside.

“I wanted you to come with me, Jackson.” Her exaggerated pout only served to entice me further.

I flipped her over. She wrapped her legs around my waist.

“Not yet, Angel, not until I make love you.” I ran my hand through her hair, unraveling what was left of her braid.

“Yes please.” That was all she answered. The carnal need was no longer in her crystal blue eyes. The lust, however, was a beacon screaming for me to take her.

I would take my time and make her feel every inch of me, the way I wanted to feel every inch of being inside her.

Conversation should had been the last thing on my mind. I knew if I kept her in this blissful state, I could get her to agree with what was coming next.

“Angel, I would like to spend more than one night here with you. I would like to stay the week.”

“That sounds wonderful.” She purred breathlessly.

I continue to thrust into her, keeping her preoccupied.

“I would like to take you to The Swan on Friday and have you spend the night in the city with me.”

“Oh God, Jackson, yes.”

“Yes to staying in the city or yes to going to The Swan?”