Chapter Twenty-Three
Carina
I woke up with Jackson wrapped around me so tight at first I panicked, thinking I was tangled in my sheets, and was going to fall out of bed. Once I knew it was him, and not my evil t-shirt sheets that held me so tight, I gently extricated myself and stayed in bed for a few more minutes as I checked on my locker at the convention. There was no record of any activity, which made me smile so big it hurt my face.
Feeling buoyed by Jackson’s super idea that had kept my costume off my “things to worry about” list, I checked my email while still in bed, stealing every second of time with his warmth that I could. I pressed my hips against his bare torso. As I felt him react to me, even in his sleep, I thanked the universe for sending me a man who preferred sleeping nude. My emails were not enough distraction for the muscular, naked body next to me in bed, so I took off the tank top and panties I’d worn to bed and dropped them on the floor, and rubbed up against him again.
He stubbornly refused to wake up all the way, mumbling something about horses and oats, and all the while he was getting harder as he pressed up against me. His hips moved, and I adjusted him so he was sliding between my legs as his hips rocked back and forth. I heard my breathing turn raspy as he slid over me like he was sheathed in silk, and I had an idea. I ducked down under the covers and slowly lowered my mouth onto him, until my lips were pressed against his stomach. I pulled almost all the way off, and repeated the action, only faster.
As I began to suck in earnest, I heard him gasp, and his fingers threaded through my hair as he threw off the covers with his other hand. I looked all the way up his body to his face, but his eyes were closed as he gently touched my cheek and knotted his fingers in the tangles of my un-brushed hair. I worked him in silence until he pulled his hips away, sinking into the mattress, and pulled me up with both hands.
“I need you on me, now,” he panted as he lifted me up further. I got to my knees and straddled his hips, easily sliding his wet shaft into me, only making us both wetter as I started to glide up and down on him. He never opened his eyes, just gripped my hips so hard he left little half-moons behind from his finger nails. Even that small pain made me wetter, and I picked up my pace until I was breathing hard and riding the edge of pleasure towards the abyss. I leaned forward and begged him to mark me somewhere no one else would see.
He bit down hard on my shoulder, and sucked until the pain went from dull, to sharp and immediate. I shuddered and clenched around him, and he lunged at me again, taking my breast in his mouth and doing the same, biting and sucking right next to the nipple, leaving teeth marks and a quickly purpling bruise bigger than the nipple itself. I was cascading down through my orgasm and screamed out, begging for more pain. He dug his fingernails into my backend and bit me one last time, on the already tender flesh of my breast.
The sharpness of the pain changed my scream and tore a gasp from my throat, before I collapsed shuddering on top of him. He held me while I trembled, and softly stroked me with callused hands turned to velvet in the gentleness of his touch. I was amazed at how I could feel such intense pain, amazing pleasure, and feel so protected, all at the same time. I looked into his eyes, which were finally open, and he watched me carefully.
“I’ve never done a lot of what you ask for. Promise you will tell me if I’m getting it wrong, or if it’s too much. I’m learning as I go, and so far as I can tell, you are the wildest creature to exist on God’s green earth.”
I chuckled softly and stared down into him. I had never met a man as wholesome and worldly as he managed to be at the same time. “You seem to have a steep learning curve, as it so happens. But, what do you want? What can I do to make you explode in pure pleasure and make you forget any other woman could ever exist?” He moved under me, and I clasped around him hard and tight enough to make him gasp aloud. “So, cowboy, what are you going to do now?”
He smiled up at me and pulled me to him for a kiss. While he held me close, our tongues intertwined, my hips pulsing against him, he wrapped his arms around me and rolled us so that he was on top of me, still kissing me as he started to move slowly and steadily in and out of my hot, wet clenching muscle.
“I guess I’m not very exciting,” he whispered in my ear as he leaned in close, “but sometimes, all I want is the feel of you around me, under me, and savoring every second I’m inside you.” His rhythm never changed, but what he said thrilled down my abdomen and poured over him in thick hot liquid as I came hard and fast under him. He grinned down at me as I clutched at his shoulders and bit my lip to silence my cries. He rubbed his thumb over my lips, separating them, and kissed me again, long and deep, eating my screams as he pushed me over the edge again with those long steady thrusts, as though each one was a declaration of his love for me.
He let himself go then, as my body softened around him. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, ran my fingers through his long, soft hair, and held him as tight as I could, all of me as close to him as I could manage without eating him whole and carrying him inside me. I felt him throb and spasm inside me and I tucked my face into the heady, masculine smell of his neck, breathing him in and holding his scent as long as my breath held before I exhaled.
“You are the kind of man a girl should fall in love with.” I whispered into his ear as he rested on top of me.
“I’m the kind of man who will crush a girl if I can’t roll over and get off her skinny ass,” he teased as he rocked to force us to one side so he could relax and not put his weight on me. I fought him for a moment, but let go with a giggle and slid onto my side rolling as one so he was still inside me as we rested face to face.
“We moved too fast, didn’t we?” he asked as he stroked my hair back from my face.
“I always move too fast, in everything, all the time. So maybe, maybe I’m pulling you along too.” I tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let me.
“My momma would be the first to tell you that no one makes me do anything I’m not fully ready to do. I want you, and only you. So, if you want me too, then I think we’re good.” He kissed my forehead and slid slowly away from me, cold bleeding into the space between us. “Close your eyes for a few minutes while I make breakfast. We still have plenty of time before we must leave. But, save some time in the shower for me this time. I want my hands on you a little longer before we head back into the land where I have to let other men grab your ass.”
I snickered and shoved him away, pulling the covers over me to keep warm while I watched his naked ass head toward the fridge.
He pulled fruits and veggies out of the fridge and sliced them up, feeding them into the blender, all the while humming a country tune and occasionally adding a yummy little shimmy for good measure. Dragging myself away from the fantasy of domestic bliss I’d never thought I’d have was torture. With a dramatic sigh, I dragged myself off the bed and grabbed my clothes from the dresser before heading into the bathroom, with the sound of the blender buzzing cheerily behind me.