I Wish You Were Mine
Page 43
Her wrists twisted beneath his grip, and he released her.
Mollie’s hands immediately went for his head, but he dodged her, his head sliding downward before she could tangle her fingers in his hair, until his lips reached the edge of the tiny black thong.
She glanced down at him, her blue eyes dark and wanting. Jackson kept his gaze on hers, giving her a chance to change her mind as he hooked his fingers into the tiny strings at the sides of her hips. He dragged the underwear down, eyes holding hers until the very last minute when he pulled the panties over her feet, pausing only when the thin fabric caught on the high heels of her shoes.
Mollie started to sit up as though to remove the sandals, but he placed a hand on her stomach, pressing her back to the mattress.
“Leave them on,” he said. “I want to picture what you look like naked except for these hot-as-fuck shoes when I do this to you.”
“Do what?” she asked, her voice low and breathy.
In response, he slid his hands up over her calves, hooking his fingers behind her knees and spreading her wide for him.
Jackson trailed his lips up the silky skin of her inner thigh, earning a breathy moan.
He stopped just short of where she needed him, waiting until she opened her eyes and looked down at him. Waited until she met his eyes, wanting her to know exactly who was doing this to her.
Only when her eyes locked on his did he reward her, his tongue extending to taste her with one slow lick.
Her low moan urged him forward, and he licked her again, harder. She was already wet for him, her sweetness rushing over his tongue.
Mollie propped herself up on her elbows unabashedly as she watched him lick her, her flat stomach rising and falling as her breath came in short pants.
Jackson pressed closer, using the widest part of his tongue to circle her.
She cried out, one hand coming down to rest on the top of his head, holding him there as his tongue moved faster, urged on by the nails digging lightly into his scalp.
Her hips pushed against his mouth, and he realized in surprise that she was close, already on the verge of coming apart for him. He brought a hand up to join his mouth, easing a finger inside her tight, wet channel.
It was all she needed to explode, collapsing on the bed, gripping his head now, holding him to her with both hands as the orgasm ripped through her.
Jackson gently eased away from her, pressing soft kisses to the front of her thighs and her stomach as he waited for her to come back to him. Then he moved up higher, propping his elbows on either side of her head as she opened her eyes, which were still half dazed with passion. He smiled slightly and brushed his mouth against hers. “I’ll have you know I was just getting started,” he murmured. “You rushed me.”
She gave a throaty laugh and ran her fingernails along his back. “I think I’ve been waiting a long time for that.”
He narrowed his eyes, wondering exactly what she meant by that, but Mollie refused to let him overthink it, her exploring fingers sliding around to his front and undoing his belt buckle and the button and zipper of his pants with an ease that had him lifting a brow.
“You’re awfully good at that.”
She smirked. “Wait until you see what else I’m good at.”
Then her hand slid downward, and before he registered that she’d freed his cock from his briefs, her hot palm was against him, stroking him with such skill that his eyes nearly rolled back in his head.
“Good Christ,” he muttered, his face dipping into her neck. “I haven’t been this close to coming in a woman’s hand since I was in high school.”
Her grip tightened slightly, her touch harder, as though knowing he liked a rougher touch. Some distant part of his brain registered that he and Mollie instinctively knew each other, knew what would send the other person over the edge, knew just how to touch, how to tease.
He felt his balls tighten, and he swore, his fingers finding her wrist and jerking her hand roughly away from him. “Fuck, you little witch—”
Her mouth fused with his, her free hand shoving at his pants, pushing them down. He helped her as they kissed, but in their current position, he couldn’t get the pants past his hips.
Jackson pulled back to remove the rest of his clothing, but Mollie wrapped her hands around his cock once more, her thumb rolling over the top, and he froze.
She held his eyes as she slowly pulled her knees up so she was wet and open beneath him. She guided him to her, rubbing the tip of his penis against her wet folds, but not letting him in.
Good God. This woman could make a grown man cry.
“I’m on the pill,” she said. “And just had all the usual tests, so if you’re—”
He bit her shoulder. “You should not have told me that.”
“Why—”
Before she could finish her sentence, Jackson had her hands above her head, his fingers manacling her wrists. He thrust inside her without warning, hard, and her back came off the bed as she cried out in surprise.
“Too hard?” he asked, his voice little more than a growl.
She shook her head and rotated her hips. “More.”
No problem there. He could do more. Hell, he could do this forever.
There was nothing better than being inside this woman. Nothing better than her breath hot and fast on his neck or her slim fingers intertwined with his. Nothing better than the way she sighed his name as though it were a prayer.
Even though his brain ordered him to slow down and make it last, his body had other ideas. He quickened his pace, and Mollie adjusted her legs, pulling them higher so that he rubbed against her with each thrust.
Mollie’s hands immediately went for his head, but he dodged her, his head sliding downward before she could tangle her fingers in his hair, until his lips reached the edge of the tiny black thong.
She glanced down at him, her blue eyes dark and wanting. Jackson kept his gaze on hers, giving her a chance to change her mind as he hooked his fingers into the tiny strings at the sides of her hips. He dragged the underwear down, eyes holding hers until the very last minute when he pulled the panties over her feet, pausing only when the thin fabric caught on the high heels of her shoes.
Mollie started to sit up as though to remove the sandals, but he placed a hand on her stomach, pressing her back to the mattress.
“Leave them on,” he said. “I want to picture what you look like naked except for these hot-as-fuck shoes when I do this to you.”
“Do what?” she asked, her voice low and breathy.
In response, he slid his hands up over her calves, hooking his fingers behind her knees and spreading her wide for him.
Jackson trailed his lips up the silky skin of her inner thigh, earning a breathy moan.
He stopped just short of where she needed him, waiting until she opened her eyes and looked down at him. Waited until she met his eyes, wanting her to know exactly who was doing this to her.
Only when her eyes locked on his did he reward her, his tongue extending to taste her with one slow lick.
Her low moan urged him forward, and he licked her again, harder. She was already wet for him, her sweetness rushing over his tongue.
Mollie propped herself up on her elbows unabashedly as she watched him lick her, her flat stomach rising and falling as her breath came in short pants.
Jackson pressed closer, using the widest part of his tongue to circle her.
She cried out, one hand coming down to rest on the top of his head, holding him there as his tongue moved faster, urged on by the nails digging lightly into his scalp.
Her hips pushed against his mouth, and he realized in surprise that she was close, already on the verge of coming apart for him. He brought a hand up to join his mouth, easing a finger inside her tight, wet channel.
It was all she needed to explode, collapsing on the bed, gripping his head now, holding him to her with both hands as the orgasm ripped through her.
Jackson gently eased away from her, pressing soft kisses to the front of her thighs and her stomach as he waited for her to come back to him. Then he moved up higher, propping his elbows on either side of her head as she opened her eyes, which were still half dazed with passion. He smiled slightly and brushed his mouth against hers. “I’ll have you know I was just getting started,” he murmured. “You rushed me.”
She gave a throaty laugh and ran her fingernails along his back. “I think I’ve been waiting a long time for that.”
He narrowed his eyes, wondering exactly what she meant by that, but Mollie refused to let him overthink it, her exploring fingers sliding around to his front and undoing his belt buckle and the button and zipper of his pants with an ease that had him lifting a brow.
“You’re awfully good at that.”
She smirked. “Wait until you see what else I’m good at.”
Then her hand slid downward, and before he registered that she’d freed his cock from his briefs, her hot palm was against him, stroking him with such skill that his eyes nearly rolled back in his head.
“Good Christ,” he muttered, his face dipping into her neck. “I haven’t been this close to coming in a woman’s hand since I was in high school.”
Her grip tightened slightly, her touch harder, as though knowing he liked a rougher touch. Some distant part of his brain registered that he and Mollie instinctively knew each other, knew what would send the other person over the edge, knew just how to touch, how to tease.
He felt his balls tighten, and he swore, his fingers finding her wrist and jerking her hand roughly away from him. “Fuck, you little witch—”
Her mouth fused with his, her free hand shoving at his pants, pushing them down. He helped her as they kissed, but in their current position, he couldn’t get the pants past his hips.
Jackson pulled back to remove the rest of his clothing, but Mollie wrapped her hands around his cock once more, her thumb rolling over the top, and he froze.
She held his eyes as she slowly pulled her knees up so she was wet and open beneath him. She guided him to her, rubbing the tip of his penis against her wet folds, but not letting him in.
Good God. This woman could make a grown man cry.
“I’m on the pill,” she said. “And just had all the usual tests, so if you’re—”
He bit her shoulder. “You should not have told me that.”
“Why—”
Before she could finish her sentence, Jackson had her hands above her head, his fingers manacling her wrists. He thrust inside her without warning, hard, and her back came off the bed as she cried out in surprise.
“Too hard?” he asked, his voice little more than a growl.
She shook her head and rotated her hips. “More.”
No problem there. He could do more. Hell, he could do this forever.
There was nothing better than being inside this woman. Nothing better than her breath hot and fast on his neck or her slim fingers intertwined with his. Nothing better than the way she sighed his name as though it were a prayer.
Even though his brain ordered him to slow down and make it last, his body had other ideas. He quickened his pace, and Mollie adjusted her legs, pulling them higher so that he rubbed against her with each thrust.
