by Ward, Alice
“It’s only eight. I think we have about an hour before we’re expected downstairs for breakfast. I wanted to have plenty of time to give you your first present before we have to leave this bed.”
Jackson pulled my leg over his hip and pushed his stiff erection against my thigh. I immediately went wet with anticipation.
“Hmm… isn’t this the same thing you gave me on my birthday?” I teased as I pushed my pelvis against his.
Jackson pushed my hair away from my neck and kissed a trail from my collarbone to my earlobe. “If you don’t like it, I can always take it back,” he teased, angling his hips away from me.
I put a hand on the small of his back and pulled him to me urgently. “Don’t even think about it,” I replied, my voice now pleading. I slipped my hand under the waistband of his pajama pants and grabbed his throbbing cock. I gave him two firm strokes before he covered my hand with his and pulled it away.
“This is your gift, remember?” he said as he rolled me onto my back. “That means it’s all about you.”
Jackson stripped me out of my clothes and I lay before him, totally vulnerable but completely at ease.
“You’ve worked so hard the last few weeks, studying for finals and organizing the Christmas drive,” he said as he massaged my right foot. “You’ve taken care of so many people. So now, I’m going to take care of you.”
He moved on to my left foot and then moved on to my calves. When he finished massaging my thighs, he pushed my legs up and open. I longed for him to bury his face in my pussy, to lick and tease me until I reached release. Instead, he pushed my legs to my chest, straightened them again, and then turned me on to my stomach.
This time, he started the massage at my shoulders and worked his way down. My body relaxed under his firm touch and the cares of the world left my mind. Jackson finished with my back and gave each of my ass cheeks a firm squeeze. He pulled away and a long moment passed without his touch. Suddenly, I felt his warm, wet tongue slide up my spine. Shivers ran through my body and Jackson’s tongue went south again. He squeezed my left cheek as he kissed and nibbled at my right. Desperate with desire, I flipped over on my back again and opened my legs wide.
Jackson slid down the mattress and pulled my legs over his shoulders. His face was so close I could feel his hot breath on my pussy. I thrust towards him, desperate for contact. Jackson delicately tongued my clit. I wanted more, but it felt so good I didn’t protest. I relaxed my body and gave in to his touch.
Jackson continued licking me. He started slowly and gradually increased his speed. As his tongue lashed against my clit, I grabbed my breasts and squeezed my nipples.
Jackson pulled his face away and plunged two fingers into my aching hole. “It’s so hot when you do that, baby,” he told me. He dove into my chest, biting and sucking at my left nipple while watching me play with the right. His expert fingers still worked inside me while his thumb circled my clit. His hands felt amazing, but I wanted more.
“Take me, Jackson,” I moaned. “I want you… I need you.”
“You want your cock, baby?” he whispered, still holding my breast in his mouth.
“Yes,” I cried out.
“I want you to come,” he told me. “I want to make you come over and over again. Does that sound good, baby?” He asked, circling his fingers deeper inside me.
“Yes,” I cried out again.
My breast fell from Jackson’s mouth as he slid himself up on the mattress. He looped his left arm under my back, rolled me on my side, and laid next to me on the bed. I caressed his face with my left hand and looked into his eyes.
“Please, Jackson,” I pleaded again. “I need you inside me.”
“Be patient, baby… doesn’t this feel good?” he asked, stroking me softly.
“Yes,” I moaned between breaths.
“But it could feel better… maybe if I do this?” He pushed his fingers deeper and increased the pressure of his touch. I felt my orgasm start to build and I squirmed against him, unable to speak.
“That’s almost the spot… isn’t it?” Jackson whispered. “You’re almost there… all I have to do… is this.” He buried his fingers another quarter inch and pushed against my G-spot as his thumb rocked back and forth against my clit. I exploded in release and Jackson dove his face between my legs to lap up my juices.
Normally I need a few minutes to recover after a climax, but that morning I only wanted more. Jackson licked up the last drop of my juice and buried his tongue deep inside me. He pulled it out just as quickly and then gave my already swollen clit a hard suck. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have him.
I grabbed his head with both hands and pulled his face to mine. I kissed him urgently, tasting myself on his lips. “Can I have you now… please?” I asked sweetly, tugging at his pajama pants.
Jackson kicked off the pants and wrapped my arms around him.
“How do you want me, baby?” he whispered.
I rolled over on all fours, looked over my shoulder, and gave him a seductive grin. Jackson jumped to his knees and moved behind me. He grabbed my hips and I reached down to guide his cock into my wet, eager tunnel. With one swift motion, he buried his shaft inside me. I clenched my muscles around him and he stayed motionless.
“I love it when you do that,” he moaned.
“Oh yeah?” I whispered. “What about when I do this?”
I relaxed my grip for a moment and then bared down again as I reached between our legs and gently tugged at his balls.
“Oh… my… god…” Jackson moaned. He bucked in and out of me urgently, instinctively, and I felt a second orgasm build with each forceful thrust. “Oh god Kennedy… I can’t stop… I’m going to come.”
I looked over my shoulder again. “Open your eyes, Jackson,” I whispered.
His lids fluttered and parted. He stared at me with a glassed over gaze. I squeezed my pussy muscles around him again and he pushed in even deeper as his eyes rolled back in his head. Watching him was all I needed to send me over the edge.
“Oh god, Jackson,” I cried out as he filled me. He kept driving in and out of me until my juices mixed with his. I cried out in ecstasy and we collapsed together on the bed.
We laid there for a while, quietly enjoying our last few minutes of alone time before joining Mom and Jack for the holiday. I snuggled into Jackson’s chest and thought about how much had changed in a year.
Mom and I had spent the previous Christmas serving meals at a local homeless shelter. I’d only known Jack and Jackson by reputation and I’d been convinced that dating before I finished law school was a horrible idea. But all of that had changed. I had a family and, as unconventional as it was, I wouldn’t have traded it for the world.
My mother hadn’t given Jack enough credit. When Jackson met with him to come clean about our relationship, Jack smiled and said that it was about damn time we owned up to it. A few papers tried to sensationalize our story once Jackson and I started showing each other affection in public, but most people accepted us pretty easily. A week after the first story was printed, the heir to a baking fortune was caught with a prostitute and the newspapers forgot about us completely.
Looking back, it was hard to believe that I’d ever felt the need to hide my relationship with Jackson. He was the best thing that had ever happened to me and I was proud to stand by his side.
After Mom and Jack came back from Ireland, and Jackson and I told the truth, we all settled in to our new, strange normal. Mom and Jack oversaw the final steps of the house remodel and Jackson and I moved in to a studio close to campus. We’d spent Christmas Eve in Jackson’s childhood bedroom so we could spend Christmas morning with our family.
“You know, I think this is my first traditional Christmas,” I told Jackson as we reluctantly climbed out of bed. We pulled back on the new pajamas Mom had given us the night before.
Jackson chuckled. “I’m not sure that anyone will ever call us traditional,” he teased. “But I wouldn’t have i
t any other way.”
He planted a soft kiss on my cheek and we walked downstairs, hand in hand, to have breakfast with our family.
The End
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