Page 59 of Octane

As he brings his lips to mine once more, I lace my fingers through his soft, wavy hair. Running his hands over my upper body, he leaves a trail of fire in his wake. He pulls my bra straps from my shoulders and feathers kisses along my collarbone as he reaches underneath of me. He unhooks my bra in seconds, then pulls it from me until I'm left in only my damp, silk panties.

“You’re so beautiful,” he trails his tongue along the skin of my neck before lightly kissing the same spot. “Since the day we met, there hasn’t been one day that’s gone by when I haven’t thought of you.”

I don’t know what to say. It’s been such a long time since I’ve had someone look at me the way Jackson is right now. Too long since someone has uttered such stunning, crushing words to me. His words, his actions… they’re filling a hole I’ve had inside of me for too long. I place a hand on his cheek and hope I can communicate how I am feeling through my touch. When he closes his eyes and kisses the palm of my hand, I know that he understands what I’m feeling inside.

He slides his body off of mine and lies next to me on the bed. Leaning over me, he pulls my nipple into his mouth. Squeezing the other one gently, his motions send jolts of pleasure to my clit which cause me to moan lightly.

Flicking my nipple with the tip of his tongue, his fingers creep down my stomach achingly slow. He nibbles softly as his hand dips inside my silk panties. He drags his finger slowly along my slick opening, stopping only when he reaches my hard, throbbing clit.

The sudden pressure on the delicate bundle of nerves causes my body to quake with pleasure, my breath hitching as he applies more pressure. I can’t lie here and do nothing any longer. I need to touch him, to connect with him. Fisting his hair with one hand, my other hand lies on top of his, between my legs.

The more circles he traces around my clit, the greater the tingling in my body becomes. It starts at my core and radiates down into my legs and through my arms until the tingling heat drives me mad with need. My fingers apply pressure to his, and we rub circles over my clit together.

“Someone is eager,” Jackson murmurs against my breast.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he looks up at me as he presses his body hard against mine, and I feel his erection against my leg. “It’s a total fucking turn on.”

I smile up at him and remove my hand from between my legs. Our eyes stay glued to one another as I work to unbutton his jeans. I want to touch him. I want to make him feel as good as I feel right now. I tug his zipper down, then I dip my hand into his jeans. His cock is already poking through the opening in his boxers, and his eyes nearly roll back into his head the moment I wrap my hand around his cock.

“Fuck, Sawyer. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to feel your hands on me.”

“Me too,” I whisper.

He continues his circles and latches onto my nipple once more as I move my hand up and down slowly. Our moans of pleasure mix together, and in no time, our bodies are rocking against our hands.

“Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” I gasp as Jackson rolls off the bed and practically tears his pants from his body. Stripping himself of his boxers, he tugs at my panties, and I lift my ass off the bed so he can take them off of me.

“Nothing anymore.”

I watch appreciation fill his stare as he gets a look at all of me. He lays beside me once more, and his hand goes between my legs again, immediately. When I reach for him, he tells me no.

“I want to focus on you right now.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to respond before his lips cover mine. A second later, two of his fingers dip deep inside of me. The tingling I felt from his touch on my clit grows the moment he begins to swirl his fingers around.

I moan loudly into his mouth as his tongue tangles with mine. His thumb finds my clit, and he continues rubbing it as his fingers stretch me from within. My breathing increases, and a sheen of sweat breaks out over my skin. He pulls his lips from mine and watches his hand, working to drag me closer to the edge of that cliff.

“Jackson,” I pant.

“I love hearing my name on your lips, but when you say it with my fingers inside of you, it drives me absolutely mad.”

He removes his fingers, and I let out a whine, but the torture of him no longer inside of me doesn’t last long. He adds another finger then thrusts them inside of me once more.

“Jackson,” my breath is coming in shorter and quicker spurts now.

“Say it again.”

“Jackson,” I whimper, quietly. I’m trying not to worry about people in the next room being able to hear me.

“Are you going to come, Sawyer?”

“Yes, Jackson. God, yes,” I rasp out.

“Say my name when you come, Sawyer.”

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