JACKSON

 

AFTER OUR LITTLE talk outside, Katya is practically jumping my bones the moment we make it inside the house.  Showing her my vulnerability definitely worked out in my favor, and now I'm not so mad at myself for acting like a pussy and talking about my feelings.

Her lithe body crushes against mine as we make our way to the den, kissing and practically fucking each other through our clothes on the way.

The room is quiet and dark, and I'm quick to start stripping off her clothes.  I know there are staff milling about, but the fact that someone could hear us or even catch us turns me the fuck on.

Turns out not only do I like to watch, but I like to be watched.  I never would have learned my new fetish without Katya.  She's been trying to fuck me on every surface of this house over the past week or so, and I can't say that I'm complaining.

It's like we can't get enough of each other.  And I never truly thought I could ever be with just one woman, on my own, but she's proving me wrong….time and time again.

"Fuck, you drive me crazy," I tell her as I break off the searing hot kiss.

I bend her over the arm of the couch and kick her legs apart.  Kneeling, I push my face into her pussy and lick her from her clit all the way up to her little, rosy asshole.

She gasps loudly at the movement and squirms against my tongue, and it makes me smile.

Focusing on her swollen clit, I practically devour her — licking, nipping, biting, sucking.

"Please!" she begs, and it's music to my ears.

It takes a lot for Katya to lower those walls and ask me for anything, let alone beg me to make her come.

My tongue flattens against her clit as I slip a finger inside of her.  She's wet and growing wetter by the second.  My cock hardens to pure steel and presses painfully against the zipper of my shorts.

Ignoring the pain, I add a second finger and then a third, curling my fingertips and hitting the spot inside of her that has her mumbling nonsensical words against the cushion of the couch.

She comes hard on my face, her liquid heat coating my fingers as she cries out.

Standing, I slip out of my shorts and briefs, put on a condom and line up my cock with her entrance before she even has a chance to recover from her first of what I hope are many orgasms.  Knowing how wet she is, I push inside of her with one, brutal thrust, burying myself deep.

She cries out at the invasion, and then her cries intensify as I pump my hips, pulling out of her almost the whole way before slamming back home again.

Her tight channel grips my cock as I fuck her hard, harder than I've ever fucked her before.

"Oh, Jax," she moans, and it only spurs me on.

Pulling her upright from the couch, I press her sweet backside against my front.  My hand travels from her flat stomach, up between her breasts and grips her throat, and I can feel her hummingbird pulse beating against my fingertips.  I move my hand to her chin, placing my thumb against her full lips.  Her pink tongue darts out, licking the pad before she gives me a hard bite.

I suck in a hiss of air when her teeth sink into my flesh.  "Naughty girl," I tell her before shoving my thumb into her mouth.  "Suck," I instruct her, and she does it so fucking well.

When my thumb is nice and wet, I take it from her mouth.  Moving my hands to her hips, I push her over the arm of the couch again and hold her in place possessively, gripping her hard enough to leave bruises.

I pound into her from behind as my wet thumb presses against her tiny rosebud.  She gasps loudly, but doesn't tell me to stop.  Leaning down, I growl in her ear, "I want to claim your ass soon, Katya."

She moans in response, biting down on her plump bottom lip hard.

I drive my thumb further inside of her as I thrust in and out of her wet pussy.  "Fuck, you feel like heaven," I grit out, my words harsh and desperate.  "Better than heaven," I conclude as I start to see stars behind my lids.

Her inner walls begin to squeeze me to the point of almost pain, and I know she's going to come.  So damn hard.  I draw her back against me, gripping her throat again as I hiss in her ear, "Come for me, Katya."

As if her body is obeying my commands, she explodes around me, crying out my name.  "Oh, fuck, Jax!"

Hearing my name coming from her lips drives me mad.  The possessive, hungry beast inside of me I never knew existed rears its ugly head.  I fucking love it.  Probably too much.

Feeling suddenly possessive and almost completely gone out of my mind, I keep fucking her tight, little hole with my thumb as I set a torturous pace, thrusting in and out of her wet, velvety folds harder and faster.  It isn't long before she's trembling through another orgasm, opening her mouth wide on a silent scream and going almost limp against the couch as her quivering legs give out.

I brutally thrust inside of her, withdrawing my thumb so that I can grip both of her hips and take her the way I want to take her.

Leaning over her, I hiss, "You're mine," against her soft skin as I withdraw almost completely before driving home once more.

"Yours," she agrees, panting and completely out of breath.

I pump my hips once, twice, three times, and then I'm coming so fucking hard I almost black out.  "Fuck, Katya, yes," I hiss.

My cock twitches inside of her for a long time before I finally withdraw, pulling out gently and slowly.

After throwing the condom in the nearby trashcan, we both tumble onto the couch in a tangle of limbs while we try to catch our breath.

Every time I'm with Katya it feels amazing.  No — more than amazing.  It's like the most incredible thing I've ever experienced.  There are no words to describe what I feel when I'm inside of her, fucking her, making her mine.

She cuddles up against my chest, placing soft kisses to my heated skin.  We've never really cuddled after sex, but it feels nice to have her in my arms.

I pull her closer to me and place a kiss on the top of her head, inhaling her flowery scent.

We lie there for what feels like forever before I announce, "I better go check on Lucien.  It's almost time to change the dressing on his wound."

She nods in agreement, and she's quiet as we get dressed in silence.  Leaning down, I place a soft kiss to her lips and tell her, "I'll see you at dinner."

She smiles up at me, and it's a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

It's in that moment that I start to fall a little farther for Katya.  She wasn't even on my radar just a few weeks ago.  She came completely out of left field.  But sometimes love is sneaky like that.  Instead of trying to find it, sometimes it finds you.