Chapter Twelve

Jackson

I'm completely taken by surprise when Neesa kisses me. I'm not sure what to think at first – but it doesn't take me long to warm up to it. I've always thought that Neesa is a beautiful woman. But having gotten to spend some time with her, I see that she's so much more than just physical beauty. She has a depth to her that really resonates with me. That draws me in and compels me.

It seems so strange to say, given how little we actually know about each other, but there is something about her – something that makes it feel like a missing puzzle piece inside of me is snapping into place.

But now is not the time to dwell on those things – not when our tongues are swirling together, my hands are on her ass, and she's grinding herself against my painfully hard cock. I pull back for a moment to catch my breath and look into her eyes – the fire inside of me growing more intense by the moment when I see the look of pure hunger and desire on her face. She bites her bottom lip, her eyes full of nothing but a raw and animalistic needs.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

She nods quickly and leans forward again, pressing our mouths together. I run my hands through her hair, giving it a firm pull as we kiss. I plant a line of soft kisses down her neck as I squeeze her firm ass. Neesa responds with a soft moan and grinds herself into me a little harder.

It's been so long since I've been with somebody that I've forgotten how good it feels. And as Neesa rubs my stiff cock through my pants, the rush of sensations coursing through me are intense and powerful. I throw my head back and moan as she slips her hand into my pants and squeezes me tight.

She gives me a flirty little smile and raises her arms, so I slip her out of her shirt. Tossing it to the side, I quickly unhook her bra and throw it to the ground with her shirt. Her breasts are full and as I take them in my hands, I run my thumb over her hard nipples. Leaning down, I take one into my mouth as I knead her breast with my other hand. I lick and suck on her nipple and draw a gasp from her when I give it a gentle bite.

Her hands find their way to my belt and quickly undo it. She unzips my pants and pushes them down, wrapping her hand around my thick shaft as I continue to work on her breasts. A strong shudder runs through me when Neesa begins to stroke my cock, squeezing and tightening her hand as she jerks me off. The heat inside of me is growing by the second and a flood of desire rushes through me.

“I need you,” I moan.

“Then take me.”

I unbutton her pants and push them down quickly. Neesa steps out of her pants and panties at the same time and kicks them to the side. Picking her up, I set her down on the counter. I kiss her hard, our tongues swirling together in a chaotic dance of desire. Parting her thighs, I lock eyes with her as I sink down to my knees. Leaning forward, I bury my face in her most intimate parts, running the tip of my tongue around her swollen lips.

She gasps and moans as I slip my tongue inside of her. I lick her warm, wet center, relishing the taste of her. As I start to suck on her clit, Neesa's hands grip my hair and she cries out, grinding herself hard against my mouth. I slide two fingers inside of her as I suck on her clit, moving them in and out harder and faster. Neesa is moaning and calling my name as I work on her tight little opening with my mouth.

“Jesus, Jackson,” she gasps, her breathing growing ragged. “Yes, baby. Yes.”

I drive my fingers into her harder and faster, picking up the pace with my tongue as I continue to lick and suck on her clit. Neesa's moans are growing more frantic and she pulls my hair harder as her body tenses.

“Oh my, God, I'm going to come,” she moans.

Neesa's body stiffens beneath me and then she cries out as her orgasm comes crashing down over her. Shuddering and moaning, Neesa pushes my head down harder into her, grinding herself against my mouth and fingers. Her body spasms hard as she calls my name.

Slowly, she loosens her grip on my hair and her body begins to relax as her orgasm subsides. She looks down at me, a smile upon her lips, the look of need on her face even more defined.

“I need you inside of me, Jackson,” she purrs. “I need to feel you now.”

I stand up and she grabs my cock, tightening her hand around the shaft and strokes me good and hard. I close my eyes and lean my head back, reveling in the sensations. Neesa wraps her legs around my waist and draws me forward, guiding my stiff prick to her tight, wet little opening. She wraps her arms around the back of my neck and gives me a salacious little smile.

“Fuck me, Jackson,” she says.

I kiss her hard, sliding my tongue into her mouth. At the same time, I thrust my hips forward, slamming my hard cock deep into her. She throws her head back and moans when I'm fully sheathed inside of her, her fingernails digging into my shoulder blades.

We take a moment to let our bodies adjust to one another, getting used to the feeling of me being so deep inside of her. Slowly, I start to move my hips, sliding my cock into her in a steady rhythm. Our moans blend together and echo around the kitchen.

I'd forgotten how good it feels to be inside of somebody. Didn't realize how much I'd missed it. I've denied myself for so long that it's almost like feeling it for the first time again. Neesa locks her eyes onto mine and arches her back, trying to take me even deeper into her.

“Harder, Jackson,” she commands.

I plunge my cock into her harder and faster, drawing moans and gasps from her. As I drive myself into her again and again, I feel the pressure building up low within me. My balls are growing tighter and I know I'm not going to last much longer – she just feels too damn good.

“Neesa, I – I –”

“It's okay,” she says, holding my gaze. “Don't hold back, Jackson.”

I grit my teeth and try to slow myself down. I want to hold back. Want to delay the inevitable for as long as I can. I pull her to me, embrace her tightly, slowing my rhythm, but continue to drive myself deep into her. Neesa holds on to me tight, squeezing her legs around my waist and kisses my neck. Her body is tensing and her breathing is growing shallow again.

“Come for me, Jackson,” she whispers in my ear. “Come for me.”

Although I'm trying my best, she squeezes my cock tight with the muscles inside of her and I can't stop myself from plunging over that cliff. My body tenses up and I throw my head back, growling as I explode within her. I feel my cock pulsing deep inside of her as my hot seed fills her up.

Neesa cries out and digs her nails into my shoulders again, another orgasm, more powerful than her first, grips her. As I pump my hot spunk into her, Neesa lays her head down on my shoulder, her breathing ragged, her body trembling.

Slowly, the sensations fade and my cock, spent and deflated, slips out of her. We hold each other close, neither of us saying a word for several long moments. Leaning forward, I kiss her again. Instead of the fire and passion of our first kiss though, this is more gentle and tender.

As I look into her eyes, I see a world of confusion swirling through them – which more than likely reflects what's in my own. The idea of being with Neesa like this – even a day ago – never would have crossed my mind. Neither of us would have considered it. And yet – here we are.

“This has been, without a doubt, one of the strangest nights of my life,” I say, a nervous laugh escaping me.

“I hope it isn't all terrible,” she says, an uncertain smile upon her lips.

“Absolutely not,” I say.

Something changed. We changed. The world changed. Hell, I don't know, but something is different right now than it was twenty-four hours ago. I can feel the difference inside of me. It's like I'm achieving that thing drunks like to talk about – that moment of clarity. I'm seeing and feeling things differently. Deeper. More profoundly.

About the only and best way I can describe it is that for the first time in a very long time, I feel awake. Alive. The world around me suddenly has an electricity and vibrancy it's lacked for so long. Maybe it's Neesa. Maybe it's just that Neesa tripped something within me. Maybe I can't have one without the other. Whatever it is, the feeling is heady. Powerful. Intoxicating.

And unlike everything else that's been changing around me, this is one change I think I like.

In fact, I think I like it a lot.