by Aja Cole
Except, buried in my pussy and covering me with his body, he doesn’t move. I swear, he had to be some kind of torturer in a past life.
He holds my eyes in the mirror, caressing my thigh with his hand, laid over me casually. I move my hips experimentally, just to see how much control he’ll let me have, but he nips the underside of my chin, pressing deeper and holding me still.
Once I stop moving, he starts, pulling back and pushing forward on long, deep strokes, muscles bunching and eyes darkening, color high on his face.
“Harder?” He murmurs, and I bite my lip, nodding.
“Harder.” I whisper, lifting up for one arm to cross just below my shoulders and the other to cross at my breasts. He starts slow, his knees holding him up, breath heavy at my ear.
“Oh my god…” I whimper when he speeds up, hips slapping against my ass, “Ohmyfuckingfuck.”
“Fit me like a glove, baby. You like this, hm?” He snarls, holding me tight. I nod furiously, narrowly snaking a hand under us to rub my clit. He follows, covering my hand, guiding it until I’m grinding and shaking in his hold, the sound of him fucking me with abandon almost as good as the fucking itself. In the mirror, we look depraved and filthy, and I love it. “Cum, Nomi. You don’t come all over my dick, I’ll stop fucking you.” He slows to underline his point, pumping in staccato thrusts that make me hiss in frustration. “That what you want? You want me to stop?”
“Don’t you fucking dare.” I buck under him, turning my head to bite into his bicep, making him slam into me again. “Yes! Please, again.”
Slam.
Slam.
“I’m so close. Pleasepleaseplease.”
Slam.
Slam.
Then it’s too much, too fast for me to count, too much feeling, too overwhelmed.
I fall apart, totally and completely, back bowing and legs straightening and bending, the energy rolling through me too much to handle.
Jackson shudders hard against me, teeth sinking firm but gentle into my skin, and I just know the mark is still going to be there tomorrow.
The thought is thrilling.
Our breathing evens out eventually and I let my eyes close, an inevitable yawn widening my mouth. Jackson slips out and gets rid of the condom, but I lay there, eyes closed and smiling, just basking.
I’ll probably be sore tomorrow, but it was more than worth it.
He rolls me over before he helps me up, and my legs wobble.
“Shit, got milk on the pillowcases.” I yawn again, looking at the wet spots on the light grey fabric. I feel my breasts, realizing that I need to pump a little if I’m going to sleep a bit before Aliya wakes up.
Before I even say anything, Jackson leads. “You pump, I’m gonna turn off lights and grab some pillowcases.”
“How’d you know I need to pump?”
“Your nipples get this…look. I don’t know, I just know.” He says sheepishly, like he’s embarrassed.
“You study my nipples that much?”
“Well, you feed Aliya and then, they’re all big and…” He rubs his neck, “It’s a little hot, okay? Not when you’re breastfeeding, but the rest of the time.”
Well, I’ll be damned.
I move forward, tilting my head before I take his face in my hands, searching it. I don’t want him looking away from me for this. “Are you telling me…that you want to taste more than just my pussy?” I whisper, watching his eyes flare with heat.
Damn, if only I wasn’t ready to sleep on my feet.
“Is that weird?”
“I guess we won’t know till we try.” I smack a kiss to his lips, moving away. “But let’s try another day because we need sleep and Aliya won’t care that you just fucked me within an inch of my life.” I wink, trailing a hand down his chest before I head for my bag.
I hear Jackson sigh behind me, and I hide a smile.
I can’t wait to explore what else he might have in mind, but there’ll be time for that.
After all, we’ve got forever.
39
“Look at us, stealing away to the garden like teenagers.” I spread my hands against Jacks’, leaning against the trellis that’s a little further from the house. Aliya is inside with both sets of grandparents doting over her. Jackson’s parents are still here, but we’ll be visiting them in Canada this summer.
“Did you ever make-out back here?” He asks, fingers slipping between mine before he draws my hands up around his neck, letting them go to slip big palms around my waist and press closer to me. Jackson nibbles down the line of my neck and I put my lip between my teeth, eyes slipping closed before I force them open.
“I did not. You lookin’ to be the first?”
“And the last.” He squeezes my waist, and I inhale happily, his coconut and sandalwood scent all around me. I turn my head and meet him, falling into a deep kiss that’s so much more than desire and lust. I found out that he’d been planning to propose, too. Just days before I surprised him, he’d texted the guys in their group chat and asked about jewelers they recommended for engagement rings. It was funny and reaffirming, knowing we were on the same wavelength and hadn’t mentioned it to each other.
“First, last, forever.” I murmur against his lips, my eyes misting. It’s almost too much sometimes, how much love I feel for him and for Aliya. It’s humbling and scary and wonderful and electric, the way my heart fills when I look them.
It’s beyond anything that I could’ve imagined. Loving her, loving him, makes me better. There’s not a day that goes by that Jackson doesn’t make me feel like an important piece of his life, and it’s gone a long way to giving me support to see myself more positively and believe the way that I used to. Even when we’re arguing or mad about something, we don’t disrespect each other or purposefully hurt each other. And if it starts to go there or even feel like that’s near, we take a step back and we come back to it when we can.
I skim my fingertips over his jawline, just admiring him, like I find myself doing sometimes.
“What?” He raises an eyebrow.
“Nothing, I just like lookin’ at you.”
“I’m in good company then.” His fingers stroke my waist through my dress absently, and I have the fleeting thought that we’re disgustingly sappy, but I freakin’ love it. The sun set not too long ago, and the sky is still a faded deep orange and blue.
I feel at peace, and I can’t think of anything more that I could want right now.
“You two better not be having sex on my roses!” My mom’s voice interrupts our bubble, and Jackson sighs, shaking his head.
“Damn, there goes my plan.”
“Get in here, I want to take some pictures with my polaroid.” She says and then we can hear the door shutting.
“I guess that’s it for making out in the garden today.” I kiss him one more time, moaning into his mouth when he squeezes my ass and lets me feel him hard against my belly. “So not fair.”
He links my hand in his after he pulls away, and we head towards the house. His sexy voice lowers to an almost purr. “Don’t worry baby, you know I always deliver.”
As if I needed any more visuals.
“Hey, do you make wishes in this fountain?” He stops short, digging into his pocket and coming up with some change.
“Yep, I made one when I first came home, actually.” I laugh a little, thinking about it. All I wished for was to be genuinely happy, with everything, not just in love. If I’m not there already, I think I’m getting closer everyday.
He hands me a penny, holding his own. “Alright, on three.” We close our eyes and he counts aloud.
“1…2…3.”
We toss our pennies into the fountain, and can hear the small splashes of water as they land. Then we continue towards the house, “What’d you wish for?”
“You can’t talk about it immediately, then it doesn’t work.” I bump his hip, and he tickles me some before I dance away from him, getting to the door first. We head inside and spend
the next hour with our families, new and old.
The truth is…I didn’t wish for anything, because I’ve got everything that I want right here.
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