“Stay,” he whispers his command. He doesn’t give me a moment to answer.

I forget everything I was thinking. I can’t wait for what’s about to happen. The time for consoling Jackson with words is behind me. For now, I just want to feel him close. His lips meet mine and God, my entire body lights up in flames. Leaning into him, I lift up on my tiptoes through my sneakers and hold on to the back of his head, using my finger to grip his hair for leverage. He smashes his lips to mine, kissing me hungrily.

His touch feels like so much more than lust, but what would I know about that? All I have to go on is one so-so high school make-out session, and a few kisses from guys I now know were either amateurs or not really into me. Jackson and I have something more. It almost scares me that I’m starting to care for him, and the fact that we have so little in common grips me with fear for a moment. He must sense some of my hesitation because he pulls back just long enough to stare down into my eyes again.

His eyes search mine with a question. Is this what I want? I may not be sure about much, but I’m positive of one thing.

I want Jackson Knight to be my first.

I was sure of it when I let him tie me to the bed last night. Knowing what I do now, I’m positive last night went down exactly the way it was meant to happen. With a nod to him, I’m certain that he understands this one truth. He presses against my lower back, drawing me in close, so close I can feel the sinew of his lean, chiseled abdomen and thick erection between our clothes, and his strong heartbeat pounding against my breasts, which combine to intensify the insistent throbbing deep in my core.

Feeling the firmness of Jackson’s hand on my back took away any hesitation I have left. I want this. I’m not going anywhere until he shows me exactly what I’ve been waiting to experience. My eyes close as he brings a hand to my hair and bites gently onto my lower lip, tugging it between his teeth. I release a sigh of longing into his mouth, and Jackson groans out a primal sound. He kisses me wildly, his touch hot against me as our tongues connect and taste each other. He traps my tongue with his. I’m so deep in the moment that I can feel every pore and ridge as he claims my mouth the way he’ll probably own the rest of my body.

Intense. Confident. Masterful.

He shifts slightly to one side, wedging his knee between my lower thighs, which bumps up the pressure of his rigid erection at the top of my mound. I blink back the lightheadedness caused by pure need to feel more of his bare skin on me. In me. The urge is so strong that I lift one leg up along his calf as he grinds his hip against my throbbing clit, suddenly wishing we could go back to last night, in his bed, bare.

All these clothes need to be gone from us both. I tilt my hips, desperate to know relief from what had begun since the second I laid eyes on him. Jackson must be overcome with need too. With both of his hands down at my hips, he picks me up with ease, wrapping my legs around him to carry me somewhere down the hall. Maybe to a guest bedroom, or a more comfortable sitting room. I don’t much care, and neither do the dogs, because they don’t follow us out of the study.

I’m overpowered with need. If my clit was throbbing before, it’s pounding now, aching from its tight contact, in such close proximity to the hardness I need inside me to finally fill me like never before. We arrive at a guest bedroom as I suspected, and he kicks the door shut behind him. As Jackson places me in the center of the bed, he opens his mouth to say something, and I clasp my hand over his lips. I know what he wants to ask. My answer is yes.

I want this.

I’m ready. I forgive him for last night.

I’m sure.

He lowers on top of me, covering me with wicked heat that radiates from his skin, restricting my ability to move and overwhelming my senses. I don’t know why, but I love this feeling of being somewhat trapped. Or maybe I enjoyed the way he tied me to his bed more than I care to admit.

With one hand supporting his upper body, Jackson raises his torso a distance from mine. I begin to reach for the hem of my top, but he stops me.

“There’s no rush, doll,” he tells me in that deep raspy voice from the back of his throat. “We have all night.”

“I waited for you.” I hear the words slip out of my mouth, and almost can’t believe I just said that.

“Fuck…we’ll both enjoy this more if you let me take care of you. You won’t regret letting me be your first. That’s a promise.”

Slowly, he slides my top up my body inch by inch, kissing up along my midline with the softest touch of his lips. Pulling the top over my head, he throws it to the side of the bed and reaches under me to my back, unclasping my bra and sending it flying off in the same direction as wherever my top went. Jackson takes a moment to pull back again and look at me, causing me to miss the heat of his body against mine as my stomach, breasts and shoulders get the full blast of cooler air in the room.

His eyes run down my body, and he groans as he slides firm fingers down from my collarbone, between my cleavage, and down my stomach to the seam of my pants. Deft fingers of one hand flick the button and slide the zipper open. With a sharp jerk, he tugs that material past my hips, inching them down my legs until they’re past my calves, at which point I get them the rest of the way off.

Jackson doesn’t remove my panties just yet. He holds on to the seam, and continues to kiss a trail down my lower stomach to my mound through the fabric of my panties. I try to control my desire with a breath of air. What he’s doing to me is pleasure and torture. His touch creates a fire, while the barrier between our skin drives a longing deep inside me, making my hips writhe and push off the bed. I want to wrap my legs around his head for more contact with his lips. I want his thick erection at my folds. I’m desperate to have him buried deep within me. But I’m not going anywhere, not with the force of his strong arms pinning my hips to the bed.

His tongue flicks the tip of my most sensitive bud, and I’m ready to beg him to rip these soaking wet panties off me.

I do beg.

The sound of my own pleading voice registers in my head, and he groans out a soft chuckle. Jackson moves his hands down to the inside of my knees and spreads me wide, never allowing his mouth to leave my center. Just when I think I’ll die from raw need, he fists one side of my panties and rips it from me, flinging the scraps of shredded fabric away from the bed. He looks up at me, eyes intense as he reconnects his lips around my bare clit. My eyes close from pleasure, but my oblivion doesn’t last. The heat of his touch disappears from my skin way too soon, causing me to look at him again.

“Don’t close your eyes, doll,” he breathes out. “I have to see the look in your eyes when I make you come. I want you to know who’s driving your body over the edge.”

“Mmmm,” I whisper.

With his eyes trained on me for my reaction, he slides his tongue down one side of my folds, and up the other, tasting my wet center as he makes slow, circular strokes that drive me closer to erotic insanity. I can’t hold in the whimper that leaves my lips when he returns some attention to my swollen, sensitive bud. And as he flattens his tongue and flicks the tip, he buries two thick fingers deep inside.

“Oh God,” I cry out as a powerful climax crashes over me, drowning me with more pleasure than I’ve ever felt.

My legs start to shake. Sparks explode out from behind my lower belly now that I’ve given over all control to the moment.

To Jackson.

At this point, my eyes are open, but I don’t see a thing in front of me. It’s just white light and spots of every color clouding my vision as he finger-fucks me and extends my orgasm beyond anything I’ve ever known. I grind my hips in time with his digits and skillful tongue, stretching out the moment until exhaustion creeps in and I can’t move another inch.