Romance: Stepbrother On Top

by A. Valentine

  “Want to see the master bed?” he asked, and turned her around to face the adjacent door.

  Nicole peered into the room and felt her jaw drop again. The bed was a king size with the same cream that adorned the rest of the house. There was a brown rug that stretched across the large space, and along one wall there was a dresser with a large mirror. The closet had a set of double doors, and on the far wall, there was a set of French doors. Jackson led her over to them and opened them onto a patio- complete with a small round table and a set of four chairs- that looked over a small courtyard with a pool.

  “Well?” Jackson spoke. “What do you think?”

  “It’s incredible,” Nicole answered without thought.

  “I’m glad you like it,” he said softly. Nicole’s expression fell, and she felt suddenly overwhelmingly tired. She swayed slightly on her feet, and Jackson steadied her.

  “DO you want to lie down?” he asked her.

  Nicole nodded, and Jackson led her back into the bedroom, closing the patio doors. He moved her over to the bed, and secured her with one hand as he pulled back the comforter with the other. He helped her to settle down, and she sighed happily as she rested her head on the soft pillows, the soft scent of detergent filling her nose.

  “I think I’m going to settle down for a nap as well,” Jackson smiled down at her, and began to move toward the door. Nicole felt foolish, but anxiety filled her at the thought of him leaving her.

  “You’re not…” she spoke up, and blushed from embarrassment. “You’re not staying here?”

  Jackson frowned slightly.

  “I was going to sleep in the guest bedroom,” he explained.

  “But…” Nicole protested weakly. “Isn’t this your room too?”

  Jackson tilted his read and scratched at the back of his head, ruffling his black hair.

  “I just didn’t want to freak you out,” he said with a shrug.

  Nicole twisted her hands into the soft down comforter. Jackson watched her expectantly.

  “Would you feel better if I stayed here?” he asked her. Nicole looked up at him and gave a tentative nod. Jackson smiled softly, and moved back toward the bed.

  Nicole could not explain the relief that filled her as he settled down beside her. There was a safe distance between them of a couple of feet, and yet for some reason, Nicole wished he would close it.

  Jackson looked over at her, and she saw an amused smile on his face. Nicole felt self-conscious, and also somewhat flustered by his look, and she frowned.

  “What?” she asked him, putting some annoyance in her tone.

  “Nothing,” Jackson shook his head, and rolled onto his side to face her. “It’s just… you- your little quirks… you’re still so much the same.”

  As he spoke, his voice grew softer and more reverent, and Nicole felt a surge of emotion. She looked over at him and he looked away, turning onto his back.

  “Have a good nap,” he said softly, gathering the comforter up around him.

  “You too,” Nicole murmured. She was only unsettled for a moment more before her tiredness outweighed her conflicting emotions, and she fell asleep.

  Nicole slept comfortably for what felt like the first time in a long while. The hospital bed had not been the most comfortable, and she had been lying on it for over a week. This mattress was just the right mixture of firm and soft, and she vaguely noted that she had probably picked it out herself. Her mind began to drift and she started to dream.

  Her mind was filled of images of Jackson. His soft smile and his intense dark eyes filled her mind and in her dreams, she somehow felt that nothing had changed, as if she had not forgotten those five years in which their relationship has grown.

  Within the confines of her mind, she could feel his large hand caressing her hip and her thigh. She felt her body shudder at his touch, and she felt an unmistakable wetness pool between her thighs. In her dreams, she turned into his touch, and buried her face into his chest. He smelled of spices and light soap, and she nuzzled into his dark, coarse chest hair.

  She could feel his lips against her skin as he kissed her neck, and she felt him slip his hand between her thighs. She stirred and moved closer to him, and she let out a soft gasp as he gently cupper her center. Her dream seemed especially real and vivid, and she could swear she actually felt his hands on her.

  Nicole had a suspicion that this was not entirely a dream, and she cracked her eyes open. She caught her breath as she realized that Jackson was, in fact, caressing her body quite intimately. She had the notion of stopping him, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Mostly because of the fact that he was asleep.

  His brows were furrowed, and his breath was slightly ragged, but he was very much asleep. And his hands were very much attending to the very intimate parts of her body. Nicole bit her lip and tried to keep quiet as he pressed his palm against her center and began to softly massage her there.

  Nicole couldn’t remember ever being touched in such a way. She was sure that this must have happened plenty of times in their five years together, but she had no recollection of it. She could remember clumsy, or drunk, instances of fooling around with boys in college, but they had nothing on what was happening to her right now.

  In spite of herself, Nicole became lost in sensation, and she released a soft moan.

  Chapter Six

  Immediately, Jackson’s eyes snapped open. He looked between his hand and Nicole’s face, and he tore his hands away from her.

  “Please…” Nicole breathed bout before she could stop herself. “Don’t stop.”

  Jackson’s eyes darkened, and he looked at her with a question in her eyes.

  “I mean…” Nicole mused. “We’re married…”

  Jackson frowned, and moved his hand to gently cup her face.

  “I want you,” he said softly. “I always want you.”

  Nicole nodded eagerly, looking up at him with longing in her eyes.

  “But you just woke up from a coma,” Jackson sighed. “I just don’t think…”

  Nicole slid her hand down his front, and gently cupped his erection through his jeans, feeling bold and exhilarated from her own arousal.

  Jackson gasped and released a soft moan, which served to invigorate Nicole even further.

  “Then you’ll have to be gentle…” she murmured into his ear.

  Jackson growled and took hold of her wrists, tearing her hand away from his erection.

  “That won’t be possible at the rate you’re going,” he snarled into her ear.

  Nicole gasped and released a whimper at the surge of hot desire that filled her body. Jackson nuzzled into his neck and placed a soft kiss on her neck. Nicole attempted to arch up into him, but she released a cry of pain as she agitated one of her bruises.

  “Be still,” Jackson urged her, looking down at her and gently stroking over her face.

  “I’m okay,” Nicole said hastily, anxious that he would stop and leave her aching.

  He lingered on her face for a while and his eyes then trailed down her body.

  Jackson lowered his hands from her face and trailed them softly down over his sides, and Nicole shuddered helplessly. His touch was masterful, and she bit her lip and had to work hard to keep from moving again and risk hurting herself.

  Jackson’s hands moved to the hem of her shirt, and began to lift the material up over her stomach to bare her skin. Nicole shivered and raised her arms to help him remove her shirt, and then lowered them to grip at the sheets beneath her.

  Nicole gasped as Jackson ran his lips over her ribs, and Nicole shuddered. He lightly traced over a dark bruise along her side, and she saw his lusty expression falter, replaced once again my deep concern.

  “Don’t,” Nicole pleaded with him. She placed her hand on his face and made him look up at her.

  “I want you,” she said softly, slowly running her hand through his hair. His throat bobbed as he swallowed drily. “Please don’t stop…”

  Jackso
n looked up at her, and he turned his head to press a kiss into the palm of her hand.

  Jackson turned his attention back to her body, and she felt him slide his hands underneath her to undo the clasp of her bra. She sighed in relief as she undid the clasp and Jackson raised up the material off of her. Nicole felt goosebumps rise along her skin, and she moaned softly as Jackson blew over her achingly hard nipples.

  Nicole shook with anticipation as Jackson lowered his head and looked up into her eyes as he hovered over her nipple. He flicked his tongue out over the hard bud, and Nicole felt a rush of sensation that went straight to her already throbbing center. She moaned loudly, and Jackson only hesitated for a moment before he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

  Nicole was a panting, aching mess and Jackson held her hips between his hands as he suckled at her.

  Nicole panted and squirmed, but Jackson held her firmly still in his hands. She whimpered slightly as he moved from one breast to the next. She shivered as her saliva soaked nipple was exposed to the cool air of the room, and she buried her hand in Jackson’s hair as he sucked and nibbled at her nipple.

  Just when Nicole feared it was becoming too much, Jackson began to kiss a line down her stomach. She released her hold on his hair and allowed him to move down her body, his hands gently stroking up and down her sides as he descended.

  He dipped his tongue into her navel, and her hips jerked up. He looked up into her eyes and she shuddered at the pure lust she saw there. He moved lower still, and she felt him catch the waistband of her sweatpants in his teeth and begin to tug them downward.

  Nicole was breathless as he began to work her pants and panties down her legs with his mouth and his hands. She shivered as her legs and her sex were bared to him. She breathed heavily in anticipation as he slowly worked her pants off her legs and over her feet, then tossed them off the edge of the bed. He looked back up her long, slim legs, and she saw the look of awe on his face as he took in the sight of her.

  Nicole shivered with delight and longing. If he always looked at her this way, it was no wonder that she was with him.

  Nicole was torn from her musings by the sensation of Jackson’s lips on the instep of her foot. Her first inclination was to jerk out of his old, but he held her still, sending her a mischievous smile. He worked his way slowly up her legs, kissing along one while re ran his fingers up the other. She could hardly keep from squirming under his touch, but she stilled as he came closer and closer to her aching center.

  Just before his lips would have brushed her sex, Jackson stopped short. Nicole looked down at him with hungry anticipation. She saw slight trepidation in his face.

  Her

  “Yes,” Nicole rasped out and nodded frantically. Jackson’s eyes filled with lust once more, and he turned his attention back to her sex.

  Nicole gasped as his lips came into contact with her folds, and she moaned loudly as his tongue snaked between them to tease and circle around her entrance.

  “Oh…” she breathed out as she began to shiver. She felt his hand move up the inside of her thigh, and she ached to know the feeling of having something more substantial inside of her.

  He gently traced his fingertips over her wet slit as he tongued her clit, teasing at her entrance. Nicole began to pump her hips up into his touch, and she released pleading mewls. At last, he succumbed to her begging, and she cried out softly as her pressed a finger inside of her.

  Nicole gasped and squirmed as his finger slowly explored her inner walls. He curled it up slightly, and began to toy with her sensitive g-spot. Nicole felt a surge of pleasure, and shocks of heat ran from her center to her extremities.

  All the while, his tongue flicked over her clit, circling and licking, sending Nicole’s mind into a whirl. Her entire body tensed as she neared her imminent climax. She moaned and sobbed as her muscles began to twitch and pulse inside of her. Finally, her inner walls clamped down over Jackson’s fingers, and he slowed his ministrations, gently coaxing her through her orgasm.

  When the spasms gradually slowed, and finally stopped, and Jackson gently withdrew from her. Nicole looked down at him in awe and amazement that he has such skill with his fingers and his mouth. He looked up at her and moved up her body to lay down beside her.

  “You okay?” he asked her softly, gently brushing a few stray hairs out of her slightly sweaty face.

  “Yeah,” Nicole nodded emphatically. “I’m more than okay…”

  Jackson smiled and let out a laugh.

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he said, and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.

  “Is it always like this?” Nicole asked, still in awe at the sensations she had just felt. Jackson’s expression faltered a bit, and Nicole felt slightly embarrassed for her question.

  “There are some minor variations,” Jackson murmured. His hand began to lightly run along her stomach and up to her sternum, up and down. He shifted his weight to lightly press his erection into her thigh. In spite of the wonderful orgasm she had just experiences, she felt a hot rush of desire.

  Nicole carefully turned to face him, and lowered her hand. She looked into Jackson’s eyes, and found only lust there as she gently lifted up his shirt and traced down to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans, then slid her hand down along his skin to gently stroke along his throbbing erection.

  Jackson let out a shuddering breath, and she felt him flex his hips into her hand. She released a breath of her own. His cock felt thick and long in her hand, and she longed to see it free from the confines of his pants.

  Nicole abandoned his cock for a moment to get rid of some of his clothes. She pushed his shirt up his chest, and he helped her by taking up the rest of the task and tearing the shirt off. Just the sight was enough to make Nicole drool.

  Nicole shook her head to clear it and she focused on pushing his pants down his legs. She gave a hard jerk, and just like that, his cock sprang free. Nicole gasped aloud at the sight of it, and she blushed at the thought of his long thickness sheathed inside of her. She felt her stomach flutter with slight anxiety at the idea. She slowed in her endeavor of removing his pants, trying to allow herself the time to wrap her head around the situation.

  Finally, she fully removed his pants, and she took in the sight of his long, muscular legs with their dusting of coarse black hair. She looked up again at his impressive erection, and then up into his dark, hazy eyes.

  Nicole swallowed drily and gently ran her fingernails up his thighs, then wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock. Her hands were shaking with her nervousness, but she was strengthened at the sound of Kevin’s panting as she gently held him. She could see his cock twitching already from her light grip, and she used that as her encouragement.

  She tightened her grip at his base and gently stroked up to his tip. A soft hiss escaped his teeth, and he gently pumped his hips into her hold, his brow furrowed intensely.

  Nicole felt a rush of nerves, and she was very suddenly embarrassed.

  “I’m sorry,” she let out in a nervous laugh. “I know it’s probably not what you’re used to… I just…”

  “Nicole,” Jackson sat up suddenly, though a little breathless. “Stop apologizing. You don’t have to be doing this at all. And we can stop if this is too much.”

  “No, no,” Nicole shook her head. “I don’t want to stop. I just… I don’t remember what you like…”

  Jackson’s expression fell slightly, and he smiled gently at her.

  “I like when you touch me,” he said softly, whispering into her ear. “I like when you run your fingernails along my skin…”

  Jackson gently guided her hand along his thigh as she had indicated. Nicole’s eyes widened, and her breath caught in her throat.

  “I like when you get goosebumps…” he said, and gently traced his fingers down her naked back, inspiring the very goosebumps he had mentioned.

  “I like your smile, and I like your laugh…” he said, and he gently tickled her sides, causing Nicole to burst
into a fit of giggles.

  “There’s nothing you could do to me that I wouldn’t like,” he assured her softly, looking deep into her eyes. “Just… do what feels good and natural to you, and it will turn me on.”

  Nicole nodded and took a shaky breath. Jackson leaned back and rested on her elbows looking down at her encouragingly.

  Nicole looked back down at his manhood, and once again gripped his base, this time a little more firmly. She set up a slow rhythm, gently stroking up and down. She could see Jackson’s muscular body straining into her touch, and she could hear him panting.

  Nicole picked up her pace a little, and she moved her thumb so that it was upright and brushing against his perineum. Jackson’s body jumped off the bed, and he released a nervous laugh.

  “Sorry,” he said, flustered and slightly embarrassed. “Just felt… really good…”

  He groaned between his words as she picked up the pace yet again. She saw his legs flex, and heard him release a growl. Nicole slowed her pace, and he released another long hiss, seemingly of relief.

  Nicole’s heart pounded as she licked her lips. She saw a glob of pre-come at his tip, and she longed to lick it up and get a taste of it. Slowly, she lowered her mouth, and she lightly dragged her tongue over the tip of his penis to collect the droplet.

  Jackson growled, and she saw him tighten his grip in the sheets beneath him. Nicole fortified her mental strength, and gently lowered her mouth down his length and sucked.

  “Nicole…” Jackson moaned out, and she couldn’t help but moan in response around his thickness.

  Nicole began to gently bob up and down over his tip, and she felt him begin to pump his hips up into her mouth. She slowed, and he eventually stilled. Nicole focused on taking more and more of him into her mouth, and she finally felt him at the back of her throat. She choked a little when she first felt him so deeply, buts he regrouped, and then truly relaxed her throat. She closed her eyes and fought through her gag reflex as she lowered further, and pressed him deep into her throat.

  Tears pricked in her eyes, but it was worth it to see the way that Jackson was straining on the bed. Nicole’s sex was throbbing again, and she longed to feel his thickness inside of her aching slit.