Marrying Mr Write

by Cassandra P Lewis

  Jackson grips my hips and starts to pound into me. It’s hard and I know he’s waited weeks for this. I’m vaguely aware that I’m calling out loudly with each thrust into me but I couldn’t care less, it’s incredible.

  The water is bubbling and sloshing about around us and the sensations of warm water and then cold air on my nipples is fantastic. I feel Jacksons fingers dig into my hips and I know he’s close. He starts to rub hard and fast on my clit with his left hand and I groan as I push back onto him and feel the familiar clench yet again.

  “I’ve fucking missed this Rosie!” Jackson groans through gritted teeth as his right hand moves up my neck and I feel his fingers in my hair. He pulls, tipping my head backward and me over the edge. He pounds into me, pulling on my hair as I call out loudly in response to the incredible orgasm flooding my veins. Jackson grips my hips firmly with both hands, pulling me back aggressively as he moans with the strength of his own release.

  “Jesus baby, maybe we should go without more often!” He’s breathing hard and I can still feel him pulsing inside me, I can’t speak.

  CHAPTER SIX

  “How many people have you slept with Jackson?”

  We’re lying on the duvet in front of the open fire, Jackson is propped up on some pillows and my head is on his chest as I trace the pattern of his abs with my fingers. I’m wearing one of Jackson’s t-shirts and he’s just wearing some loose fitting trousers. We had a picnic on the living room floor after the hot tub and decided to just stay put and enjoy a few glasses of wine together.

  “Why are you asking that babe? It doesn’t matter does it?”

  He sounds worried, like he’s waiting for me to fly off the handle, but I won’t. I know it’s going to be high and I’m too happy and calm to react badly.

  “I’m just curious. You can tell me, I won’t be mad!”

  “I don’t know Rosie, I didn’t really keep count.”

  “Ok, so how many women have you had a regular thing with?”

  “Four.”

  “Four? That’s less than I thought.” I’m surprised.

  “I never saw the fun in being with the same girl over and over before you Rosie, and the other three were just…convenient.” He’s opening up to my line of questioning, I think. “What about you?” oh!

  “What? How many women have I slept with?” I try to joke so that I can put the attention back on him, “Well now that you mention it!” He laughs as I hit him gently on the chest, “Come on, tell me, how many men have you slept with Rosie?”

  “Five, including you.” I blush at my lack of experience and feel his heart start to beat slightly faster, “Oh! Thank god. I still want to kill all of them, but I am glad it’s low. I knew it would be, but I’m glad!” He knew it would be?

  “What do you mean? Am I shit in bed?” I can’t look him in the eye so sit up with my back to him, “What? No! Why are you asking that?” He sits up and kisses my shoulder, “Because you said you knew it would be low, is that because you can tell that I don’t have as much experience?” I’m embarrassed, “Rosie, no that’s not what I meant at all, sex with you is fucking incredible! I just mean because you’ve got too much self-respect to have fucked around all over the place, it’s one of the things I love about you. That’s no reflection on a certain photographer that we know by the way, it’s more about me. I’ve slept with about two hundred women Rosie, and that fact disgusts me!”

  I gasp and feel him back away slightly, two hundred!

  How do I even process that information? How has he fit that in? My mind starts trying to do calculations but I don’t have enough information.

  “How old were you when you lost your virginity?”

  “Fifteen.”

  Ok so that’s fifteen years. Two hundred women over fifteen years. That works out to about thirteen a year average, that’s one a month with two at Christmas.

  “I can handle that!” I turn and smile, Jackson visibly relaxes and lies back down. I follow suit.

  “How old were you Rosie?” Jackson asks as he strokes my hair, “Sixteen.”

  “Oh my god, Rosie I’m so sorry I didn’t realise that was your first…” He knows that I was sixteen when Jonah took what he wanted and he stops as the realisation that I lost my virginity to the guy who raped me sinks in, “No, it wasn’t that time, but it was him. Don’t think about it Jackson. Old news!” I kiss his chest to let him know its ok. “Enough about me, I want to know more about you. Have you ever had a threesome?” He takes a deep breath before answering, “I’ve had six Rosie”

  “Six! Christ Jackson! Two blokes or two girls?”

  “Mostly two girls, one was two blokes but the sight of some dude’s balls bouncing around kind of puts you off what you’re doing. I left them to it and went home!”

  I should be appalled but I burst out laughing, that’s hilarious.

  “Would you want to have a threesome with me?” I ask tentatively, “What? No, would you?” he sounds annoyed, “No but if you’ve had five two girl threesomes then you must like them, I don’t want you to resent me for making you give stuff up!”

  “Rosie no, I was single. You should never bring shit like that into a relationship. One of us would enjoy it more than the other, guaranteed! And that leads to jealousy and all sorts. Plus, they’re a good laugh but nothing compared to what we have, most of them ended with me just watching and having a wank anyway!”

  He kisses the top of my head like he’s just said the sweetest thing to me and I laugh again.

  After a while of lying quietly and listening to the ‘Chill Mix’ I have one more question that for some reason unknown to me, I need to ask.

  “Jackson, have you ever done anal?” I’m sheepish as I ask; Jackson lets out a brief laugh before he answers, “Given or received?” Oh I hadn’t thought that far ahead…

  “Erm either?”

  “I’ve given yes. Why are you asking that?” Oh I knew I shouldn’t have opened that can of worms, he sounds hopeful.

  I’ve so far managed to keep Jackson well away from my rear end. The boyfriends that I had before Michael had tried to get me to do it but I didn’t want to, Michael thankfully had no interest in it at all; he thought it would mean that he was gay if he did. But I know men generally love it and now it’s on Jackson’s radar too.

  “I don’t know, just wondered I guess. Forget I asked!” I try to brush it off, “Have you?” He’s more hopeful now, “No! And I don’t really think I want to babe, it freaks me out a bit.”

  “Have you ever tried? With fingers or anything?” Oh god, why did I open my mouth?

  “No nothing and I can’t imagine that I would enjoy it!” I sit up, uncomfortable with the topic. Jackson sits up and shuffles closer to me, brushing my hair off my neck and kissing me there before whispering in my ear, “I’d make sure you did!” His gravelly voice is full of promise and my body defies my mind as the heat between my legs radiates. “No pressure though beautiful, I get plenty of pleasure from here!”

  As he speaks he slides his right hand across the top of my thigh and between my legs, once he feels that I’m wet he inhales and pushes a finger inside me, “Come here!”

  We’ve been in The Lakes a couple of nights now and its bliss. Rosie is more relaxed than she’s been in weeks and she’s started sleeping through the night again.

  I wanted to get up early and go walking this morning but she looked so peaceful and gorgeous when I looked at her asleep this morning that I couldn’t bear to wake her. I left a note telling her where I’d gone and came out for some fresh air; she’s probably been doing too much anyway. Her leg isn’t fully healed yet.

  All around the cottage where we’re staying there are green fields and hills, I’ve been walking for about an hour when I look up and really take in the views. I can look down over the village and I truly feel peaceful. I decide to sit for a bit.

  Since we arrived, Rosie and I have done a good job of ignoring what’s waiting for us when we get home but the fact is th
at as of tomorrow it’s June and that means that Sasha’s baby is due in just three weeks. Sasha’s baby, I can’t even bring myself to say that it’s mine.

  I feel panic wash over me; I do not want this child. I know that makes me sound like a bastard. I got the girl pregnant and I should stand by her, but how can I? Rosie is the woman I should be having a child with but that was taken away from us. Maybe that’s my fault but it doesn’t make it fair.

  I think about how it’s going to work. Is Rosie going to really be right by my side, supporting my child despite her hatred towards its mother? I can’t imagine the strength it would take to do it, to go through it all. I dread the moment that she realises that it’s all too much and runs for the hills, I hope to god it never happens, but I think it will. I couldn’t do it.

  I head back to the cottage and as I approach I see Rosie reading on the garden swing on the terrace. My heart beats faster at the sight of her, I can’t lose her.

  Once Rosie is dressed, we head out in the car up to Hill Top, the home of Beatrix Potter. I knew that Rosie would love it here but I hadn’t anticipated her childlike excitement as we explored. There’s a sparkle in her eyes and a smile constantly stretched across her face. She’s adorable.

  We head for a late lunch at the Tower Bank Arms and then make our way back to the cottage. Rosie is still playful and I love this version of her, I haven’t seen it since before the accident.

  We cook a simple but completely satisfying dinner of gammon, egg and chips and sit on the duvet in front of the fire to play cards. We’ve had a great day but despite my best efforts, I can’t help worrying what will happen when we get home.

  “What’s wrong? You’ve not been yourself today!” Rosie has noticed and it worries me, I really don’t want this to ruin our last couple of nights here.

  “Nothing babe, I’m Just tired.” I try to brush it off but she just frowns at me.

  “Right then,” She puts her cards down, “Let’s talk about it. You’re worried about going home aren’t you?”

  I scratch the back of my head and laugh, “Are you psychic now?”

  “No Jackson, but I’m worried too.” she moves across the floor to sit in my lap, “We have two more nights of blissful isolation and then we have to go home and face the music. Of course I’m worried. But we just don’t know what the future holds so why worry, we’ll take each day as it comes. And hey, we get to go to the ballet soon!”

  She smiles and kisses my cheek, her arms are wrapped around my neck and I can’t resist her.

  “You’re right, let’s not ruin this. You stink; I think you need a shower!” I wink and stand with her in my arms. She laughs as I carry her to the bathroom.

  Jackson turns on the shower and I’m almost shivering with anticipation. He turns and raises his t-shirt up over his head and off, he’s incredibly sexy and he knows I love his body. I watch as he undoes the buttons on his jeans and pushes them and his boxers down before stepping out of them.

  Naked Jackson…my favourite thing in the world!

  Jackson steps toward me and I am melting. Right now I’d probably let him do anything that he wants to me, and I’m more than ready for it!

  He leans in to kiss me and I feel his hands slide into my yoga pants to caress and squeeze my backside, “Mmm!” I groan into him and feel him smile against my lips as he pulls me tight to him, letting me know that he’s ready for me.

  Jackson kneels in front of me and pulls down my trousers and French knickers in one before standing and pulling the hem of my vest upward, forcing me to raise my arms as he removes it. I’m glad that I’m not wearing a bra because I don’t want to wait a second longer.

  He picks me up and I wrap my legs around him as he steps into the shower and pushes me back against the cold tiles, kissing me passionately. His tongue rolls over mine as his hands support my backside. I feel his fingers move closer to my back entrance and my heart starts to beat a bit faster. He must sense the panic in me as he stops.

  “Let me wash you!”

  I unwrap my legs and stand as Jackson reaches for the shower gel. He squeezes a little into his hands and tells me to turn around.

  He starts at my neck and shoulders, working out some of the tension I felt moments ago. He works his way down my back and sides and round the front to slide his soapy hands across my stomach and briefly down between my legs. I can feel his erection proudly nudging at my backside, twitching as he runs his hands over my body.

  Jackson turns me to face him and cups my face in his hands. As he moves in to kiss me he slides his hands down my throat and across my waiting breasts. My nipples are hard and eager to be touched. He obliges, circling his palms and then fingers over them before sliding his left hand down my side and round to my backside, while his right makes its way back between my legs.

  I’m burning up! I can feel the fire of my arousal right down into my feet. Jackson is washing me, tenderly, the soap acting as a lubricant as he works his fingers over me, into me. From underneath, his fingers move backward. Skimming lightly over the part of me that I now know he wants to claim. He works his fingers back and forth, applying a pressure that relaxes me as the soothing strokes send ripples of pleasure all over my body.

  Jackson directs me under the shower and the hot water only intensifies my arousal. Once the soap is gone I’m pushed gently back against the cold tiles and Jackson kneels in front of me. My right leg is tapped and I lift it off the floor of the bath tub. Jackson instructs me to place it on the opposite rim of the bath and as I do he nips at my inner thigh.

  Within seconds, two fingers are pushed inside me and I think I might collapse. I look down to see Jackson smile his mischievous smile before lowering his face between my legs. I feel his lips around my clitoris and he sucks gently as his tongue flicks across the swollen nub.

  I can’t take much more. The circling of my clit is divine and Jackson is working my G-spot with his fingers inside me. I feel like I’m going to crumble on top of him as I rock downward onto his working mouth.

  Jackson stops and looks up at me, removing his fingers and telling me to turn around. I do willingly and place my hands on the tiles in an attempt at giving myself some support.

  Deliberately slowly, Jackson pushes a finger and then another back inside me, slowly working them in and out, stretching and lubricating me ready for him. His left hand comes from underneath to rub my clit as I feel him nip at my backside with his teeth before kissing the same spot.

  He kisses his way toward the centre and I try to push my panic aside and enjoy the sensations. I feel another nip, this time a lot closer to my opening. His hands slow as I feel the soft wet of his tongue across my anus. Wow that’s nice!

  I relax and Jackson circles with his tongue, working his hands again now and applying welcome pressure at regular intervals. He removes his fingers and slides his hands backwards, lubricating me as he stands behind me. I panic again, am I ready?

  “Just fingers Rosie, we’ll go slowly!” Jackson whispers in my ear and I think I’m going to burst. I realise for the first time that I want whatever he has to give.

  Jackson positions himself at the familiar entrance and pushes inside me, gripping my hips and pulling me back onto him as he starts to thrust into me. Once he’s found his rhythm I feel his wet fingers slide down between the cheeks of my backside and start to circle my tense entrance. It feels nice, and as his other hand rubs my clit and I delight in the sensations of him pushing his rock hard length into me, I feel the pressure.

  “That’s it baby!” He’s encouraging me as I feel him start to move his finger in and out of me.

  “Ohh!” I can’t do anything but moan as I’m overloaded with pleasure. I’m aware of my surprise at the welcome invasion of my backside, “Jackson!”