Page 29 of Jackson's Redemption
I forced my head to the side, losing his mouth. Then I cupped his face, his scratchy beard against my palms.
“What do you need, Kate?”
I felt the tears well up and tried to swallow them down. I was engulfed in pleasure. Sweet, delicious pleasure. My orgasm was so close. Another push of his hips, another deep thrust. I squeezed my thighs against his hips, squeezed my pussy around his cock.
“Kate,” he groaned. “Tell me. What. Do. You. Want.”
“I can’t handle it. I can’t handle the sweet. It’s too much!”
It was like he could see all the way through me. To the darkest part of me. Abruptly, he pulled out of me. The orgasm that had been right there was now on hold. He was on his knees, breathing hard, looking at me like I was a problem he needed to solve.
Then he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me onto his body, my legs tight around his waist. Walking us back along the bed, until he had my back against the cabin wall, his arm pinned behind me, protecting me from the rough wood.
Trapped again, I thought.
I watched as he bent his head down. Watched as his thumb pressed against my clit only this time it was for his pleasure. Not mine. Touching me became about what he wanted, and I liked that. It was this strange relief.
“Wanted to give you sweet,” he muttered against my neck, then brought his teeth down hard enough to make me shiver with excitement.
“What do you want?” I asked him. “What do you need?”
Suddenly, his hips snapped, and he was thrust up hard and deep inside me. I screamed it was so intense.
“Need to fuck you, Kate. Hard up against this wall.”
“Yes. Do that.”
“You need to talk to me while I’m doing it. You need to tell me that you want it, that you fucking love my cock shoved all the way up inside you.”
I let my head fall back on the wall. “Yes, I need it so badly. I need you to fuck me, Jackson. Please, I need you so much.”
There was no gentle rocking this time. Nothing steady or even about his thrusts. No smooth, coordinated effort to get me off. This was urgent. This was two bodies pushing against each other so hard. I wanted pull him inside me as deep as he could go.
He felt deep. He felt like he was in my womb.
“Harder. Harder, Jackson. Give me everything. Oh fuck, oh fuck.”
It started from the inside and worked its way out. Shattering my definition of what an orgasm was the feelings were so intense.
“Jackson!”
“Fuck, your pussy is so damn tight around me.” He pushed hard into me, then again and again until he was grunting. I bent down and this time I was biting that spot where his neck met his shoulder.
I felt him shudder in my arms.
He left me then, pulled me away from the wall and dropped me on the bed. My eyes were closed as I tried to get my breathing under control, but I knew he was discarding the condom. Putting it somewhere so that he didn’t have to leave the bed.
Then I felt his hand on my stomach, resting there like this heavy weight. Like, without it, I might float away. It was exactly how I felt.
Weightless.
He’s looking at me, I thought. Looking at my heaving boobs, my reddened cheeks, my damp pussy. Surveying all that was his.
Eventually, he laid down next to me and I rolled toward him wrapping my arm around his waist.
“Are you mad?” I asked. Which seemed ridiculous, but he’d wanted to treat me a certain way and I wouldn’t let him. I needed all of his rough edges. His gentleness…it was too much to bear right now.
Because of the guilt that was still a part of me. Guilt for not realizing who my father was. For not stopping him when I could have. For disappointing so many people in my life. I didn’t deserve gentle and sweet.
