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Chapter 18
Jackson
Two weeks later
“I don’t want to be here, man. I have lots of work to do,” I replied as Seth, Dante, Bryce and I sat at Delightful Fantasies, a high end gentleman’s club in Dallas one Friday night. This was the last place I wanted to be. I was anxious because Marayna had not bugged me and Jonathan finally got in contact with Mrs. Oliver, who was actually coming down to meet me Monday. I didn’t go into details, but once I brought up the name Marayna Ruiz, the Italian woman began to speak loudly and curse. Suffice it to say, I was looking forward to this meeting.
Davia still wasn’t talking to me and it was hard. So, I did what I usually do when I feel like this. I submerged myself in work and since I was now partner, there was plenty of it. There was this Spanish looking girl smiling at me and I cringed.
“Please, no thank you. A half Spanish bitch is what got me into this shit in the first place,” I replied as I watched Dante get a lap dance from a gorgeous, caramel colored African American girl with long, dark brown hair. I was only there because I didn’t have anything to do, but I had no idea that they were coming here. The last thing I wanted was to be surrounded by a room full of pussy when I hadn’t had any in months.
Damn, I missed that girl.
“Would you cheer the fuck up? You’re single again and you’re in the best place in the world to be as a single man? A strip club, pussy as far as the eye could see,” Seth replied as he winked at this red headed girl.
I sighed. “Pussy is the last thing on my mind right now.” And it was. Well, that’s not true. I missed Davia’s pussy, but there was nothing I could do about that now. I just wasn’t interested. I wanted her and whenever she was ready to talk, I would be there.
“Dude, I’m getting married, so it’s the only thing on my mind,” Bryce replied as a cocoa colored girl with short, curly black hair danced in front of him. He threw $20’s at her feet and she smiled. Bryce and Falene are pretty freaky. He said that Falene gave him money to come out to this place because the last time we went, he came back horny as hell and he put it on her something fierce.
Yeah. They’re freaks, but at least they’re happy.
“I guess Falene would be the only thing on my mind, too, with the way she’s turned you out. She’s so classy and shit, so it’s weird to imagine her as freaky, but those are usually the ones who are the wildest in the sack,” Dante replied as he just smiled at the girl as she bent over and touched her toes, leaving her ass swaying in his face. Damn. She has a nice ass. But Davia’s ass is better. Her ass is fuckin’ perfect. She’s got some damn good junk in the trunk. It’s very round and it’s sits out just perfectly. It’s one of those asses that you just look at and say…damn.
Shit. I needed to get my girl back.
“Hey, I’m not complaining. Falene and I really get each other. Yeah, we fight and there’s shit that we don’t agree on, but at the end of the day, we apologize and talk about it because what we really want to do is get at each other. And trust me when I tell ya’ll that make up sex is the best sex…no lie,” Bryce replied as we all laughed.
“That’s true. You know that Brianna was pissed off as shit when she found out that we were coming here. When I told her that we were on the level where you couldn’t touch the girls, she seemed a little okay. So I have some making up to her to do when I see her later. When I get out of here, I’m going straight to her house, man. She just doesn’t know what she’s in for,” Seth replied with a grin. I couldn’t take anymore. Everybody had somebody…well Dante was a male whore and always will be, but at least he wasn’t miserable like I was. I just couldn’t sit there and listen to all this happy mumbo jumbo. I decided to go home. I got up to leave.
“Look, it’s been real, but I’m out. I’ll get a cab or something home. Don’t ruin your night on my account. Later,” I replied as I walked out of the nightclub. The cab was there in ten minutes and I gave him my address.
When I got home, I took a shower and threw on a pair of black jogging pants and a grey t-shirt. I grabbed a cold beer out of the fridge and sat in my favorite chair. I turned on Sports Center and that’s when my phone began to ring. I looked at the caller ID and tried to play it cool.
“Hello,” I answered.
“Hey, Jackson…it’s me…Davia,” she replied. That sweet, sexy voice of hers made my whole body stand at attention, and for the first time in months, I actually smiled.
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Davia
Okay, so I caved. Actually, I looked at a picture that we had taken and I couldn’t take it anymore. I missed him. Yeah, he did dumb shit, but who hasn’t? And…I loved him. I really needed the time that we were apart to get my head wrapped around everything and it was finally okay. I was finally ready to talk to him.
Oh, and did I mention that I was horny. I was soooo horny.
“Hey, Dav. How are you?” he asked.
“I’m good. How are you?” I asked. I hated this weirdness that was occurring.
“I’m okay. I’ve been a little busy at work,” he replied. I missed that deep, sexy drawl of his. Made my whole body tingle.
“Oh, I know. Bryce told me. Congratulations on becoming partner,” I replied. I asked Bryce about Jackson every time I saw him, and Bryce told me what he could, but he would always say ‘if you want to know more, call the man’. He’s been hanging around Falene too damn long.
“Thank you. So, how’s school?” he asked.
I laughed. “Kicking my butt, but I like it. It’s challenging, but I’m learning so much.”
“That’s great, Davia. So, are you doing anything else besides school, like working or something?” he asked.
“Nope, just going to school. Hell, that’s a job in itself,” I answered.
“Yeah, tell me about it,” he said.
“So, happy belated birthday,” I replied. His birthday was March 14th and I missed it. I had bought him a gift and everything, but I went along with my stubborn side and I didn’t bring it to him. I was still pissed at the time. That wasn’t the only thing we missed together…New Year’s Eve, New Year’s Day, Valentine’s Day…our first. And we missed them. Well, he sent me flowers and a necklace for Valentine’s Day. I didn’t send him shit. You know why? Because I was still pissed off.
“Thank you,” he answered.
“How was it?” I asked.
“Okay…but it would have been a lot better if you would have been there,” he remarked. Then, there was silence…an uncomfortable silence. I’ve never experienced that with Jackson and it was just weird. After a few minutes, Jackson began to speak.
“Dav, I’m sorry for everything. I was a stupid asshole and I did let things go too far. I’ll understand if you don’t want to be with me again, but can we at least be friends? No, the hell with that. I don’t want to be just your friend. I want to be with you. I miss the hell out of you, sweetness,” he replied and I bit down on my bottom lip, as more feelings washed over me. I let out a small sigh as I began to speak.
“I miss you, too. And I know after everything, being just friends would be ridiculous. Look, I don’t want to get into this over the phone. Can you meet me tomorrow? At Leland’s Bistro? You know, the place where we had our….
“2nd lunch date. They have those great sandwiches and that kick ass lemonade. Sure, I can meet you there. Is 1:00pm okay? I have to go into the office for a little while,” he explained.
A grin spread across my face. He actually remembered Leland’s. “No, 1:00pm is fine. Still working on Saturday’s, I see,” I replied.
“Sometimes. I have to be in court on Monday and I just needed to revise a few documents, that’s all,” he replied.
“Okay. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight,” I replied.
“Goodnight. Oh and Dav?” he asked.
“Yeah?” I countered.
“It was good to hear your voice, baby. I missed hearing your voice. Goodnight. Sweet dreams,” he replied as I grinned into the phone.
“Goodnight, Jackson,” I whispered as I hung up the phone, clutching it tightly between my breasts. Tomorrow at 1:00pm couldn’t get here fast enough.
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Jackson
I was nervous as hell walking into that restaurant. I didn’t know what was going to happen. Were we finally going to resolve our differences and start again? Or, were we going to argue once more and just consider what we had over, unsalvageable. I really wanted to be with her and the time we were apart did give me time to realize how really stupid I was concerning the Marayna situation. I took a deep breath and was seated. I was early. Actually, I was 20 minutes early. I needed that time to clear my head and to get myself together. I ordered lemonade for both myself and Davia as I waited. A few more minutes passed and that’s when I saw her walking towards me. She looked incredibly gorgeous. Her hair was up in a high ponytail and she was wearing this short sleeved, white flutter sleeve blouse with the first two buttons undone and short, khaki shorts that showcased those sexy legs of hers. Man, she looked good enough to eat. All I could think about was that sexy ass body of hers and what I had done to it in the past and what I wanted to do to it right now. I wanted to take her in the bathroom and just fuck her hard and long like she liked it, but I knew this wasn’t the time to be thinking like that and I had to adjust my rock hard erection so she wouldn’t see it as I stood up.
“Hi,” I stated with a smile as I stood up to greet her.
“Hi,” she replied with a grin. I held out my arms and waited as she walked into them. I pulled her into my arms, loving the way her arms felt around me and the way she felt in my embrace, not wanting to let go. She felt so good and she smelled wonderful. I inhaled and hugged her just a little longer. Then, we broke away and grinned at each other. I pulled her chair back, allowed her to sit that luscious behind down, then I pushed it in and took a seat next to her.
Damn, she’s sexy. Maybe she wouldn’t mind if I just took her on this table and…focus, Jackson, focus. Hopefully, there will be plenty of time for the horizontal tango later…I hope.
“I’m sorry I’m a little late. Busy morning at the dance studio, you know?” Davia replied as she placed her purse on the back of the chair.
“It’s not a problem. I’m just glad you’re here. You look beautiful, Davia,” I replied as I looked into the prettiest brown eyes I had ever seen. She smiled at me, blushing a little.
“Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself,” she answered. The waitress came over and took our orders. Davia took a sip of her lemonade and I found myself staring at her lips wrapped around the straw. Those sexy, soft, full lips of hers had me in a trance and then, she began to laugh.
“I see some things haven’t changed,” she stated as I grinned at her.
“Not when it comes to you, they haven’t,” I replied as she smiled.
Davia pulled a wrapped box out of her purse and gave it to me. “Happy belated birthday.” I smiled at her and took the box slowly from her hands, letting my fingertips slowly graze her hands. I still felt it…that feeling every time I touched her. God, I love this girl so much.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I stated as I stared into her eyes.
She smiled. “I wanted to. I actually bought it before your birthday, but since we weren’t together and I was still ticked off, you didn’t get it. So…here you go.”
“Well, thank you,” I replied.
“You’re welcome,” she stated.
“Can I open it now?” I asked with a grin.
“Yes, of course,” she replied. I ripped into the silver wrapping and looked in the box. Inside were a pair of monogrammed, white gold cufflinks that I had been eyeing. I smiled, because she remembered.
“Do you like them?” she asked, looking into my eyes.
I wanted more than anything to tell her thank you by kissing her, but I knew I had to tread lightly. The ball was in her court, so I just smiled at her.
“I love them. Thank you, again,” I replied.
“You’re welcome, again. Now, every time you look at them, you’ll think of me,” she stated.
I stared into her eyes. “That’s true, but I don’t need these to think about you. My brain is on auto pilot when it comes to you. You’re always on my mind Davia.” There, I said it. She smiled a little, but didn’t respond.
“So, I guess you’re Bryce’s best man?” she inquired with a grin as she smoothly changed the subject.
“Somebody’s got to keep things organized on our end. Could you imagine if Dante was his best man?” I asked as she laughed.
“Yeah. You would probably have a bachelor party once a week and Bryce would probably miss the wedding. Don’t remind me of that crazy dude. Is this wedding business getting to you, too?” she asked. I heard what she said, but that face distracted me. She’s beautiful I thought, as I began to answer her.
“No, I’ve got the tuxes ordered and the limos done. Anything else he needs my help with, I just do and it gets done,” I stated.
“Well, I wish it was that way in Leenie Land. This wedding shit never ends! She had me at the florist looking at flowers for three got damn hours. I was tired and the only thing I wanted to say was pick a pansy, bitch, but I couldn’t. It’s her day and I’m trying to be there for her, but she changes her mind about the silliest crap. Like for example, she changed the colors from Ivory and Sage to Pearl and Sage. I’m like, heifer, pearl and ivory are close cousins in the wedding world. Just pick a damn color and be done with it! Then she says that she doesn’t know if she’s going to choose between steak and chicken, or shrimp and lobster. I’m screaming to say, just feed the fuckin’ people something…turkey, quail, pigeon, liver, chitterlings…I don’t give a shit! People are going to either like the food or hate it, and most of them are going to be too damn drunk to remember what they ate any damn way. They’re just happy to be getting a free meal and free liquor. I’m to the point of saying serve them fish sticks and tater tots for all I care. I don’t give a shit what you do, I’m taking my ass to Outback so a broad can really get her grub on,” Davia replied as I laughed. This is what I missed. The girl really knew how to make me laugh.
“Go easy on her. This is her wedding day. She’s excited,” I replied.
“Yeah and that’s the only reason I haven’t gone off on her…yet. But, it’s coming, it’s coming,” Davia said as a small patch of silence entered the flow of the conversation. Then I spoke.
“Davia, I have to tell you, I was really glad that you called. It made my night,” I said to her honestly.
“Well, I’ve had enough time to think about things and I’m not one to beat around the bush. I missed you…really missed you and I realized that we’re not perfect. I’m definitely not and you’re not either and maybe, just maybe we can get past all of this shit. We’ve argued about what should have happened and what could have happened and I was stubborn and you were stupid. That’s most of it in a nutshell,” she replied. I reached out and took her both of her hands in mine. She didn’t pull away and it felt good to touch her like that again.
“I was stupid. Let me just get a few things off my chest. I let that shit go with Marayna a little too long. I didn’t really take it seriously. I know that now and I was just a moron. Part of me didn’t think it was that serious and I shrugged it off. Another part of me liked the attention. I didn’t mean to hurt you, Davia and for that I’m truly sorry. But, you have to know that I didn’t want her. It was always you that I wanted. I’m sorry for letting it get that far and for making you lose your trust in me. I want more than anything to get that back again, to get you back again, but I know it takes time. I’m willing to wait for that. Since we’ve been apart, I’ve been trying to find a way to get rid of Marayna for good. My friend Jonathan Standis, a PI, found out that Marayna has been doing this to lots of people for years and I have a meeting with one of the ladies on Monday. Marayna took her husband from her. If you want to come, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind,” I replied.
Davia bit her bottom lip and stared into my eyes. “What time?”
“I’m meeting her at 2:00pm,” I stated.
“I can be there. I have early classes on Monday. Are you meeting her at your office?” Davia asked.
“No. Even though Marayna doesn’t work on my floor anymore, I didn’t want to run the risk of her running into Mrs. Oliver, so we’re going to meet at Taste of Heaven,” I replied, referring to one of Davia’s favorite restaurants.
“Okay. Jackson, why are you doing this?” she asked.
“Because I have to get rid of her and from the things that I’ve read, it’s time for her to get some of what she’s put out. And, if I’m going to regain any of your trust again, she’s got to go. And if I want to be with you again, I’ve got to get this woman out of our lives…for good,” I stated as she nodded her head in agreement. A few minutes later, the waiter came over to take our orders. After he left, Davia smiled at me.
“So, um, do you have any plans later?” Davia asked. I stared into her eyes and reached out to take her hand in mine. I stroked her knuckles gently with my thumb.
“Just to spend time with you. I just want to be with you, baby,” I replied as Davia stared at me. I couldn’t help it. I leaned over, tipped her chin up and kissed her, gently at first, then not so gently. I wanted her to feel how much I missed her, how much I wanted her, how much I loved her.
Davia sighed my name softly and pulled away. I ran the back of my hand on her cheek and stared at her. She was just so damn lovely and I just wanted her…I just wanted her back.
“You’re so pretty…just beautiful…you know that, don’t you,” I whispered.
Davia smiled at me shyly. “Thank you. Jackson, people are watching.”
I grinned widely then I looked around. “So…let ‘em watch. Now, I need something sweet…like those lips again. Give me some sugar.”
Davia laughed as she leaned forward and those wonderful lips of hers met with mine. I held her face in my hands as I kissed her lightly across her cheek and her neck. I whispered, “I’m so sorry, sweetness. Do you forgive me?” I asked and she whispered a breathy yes.
“I’m never going to do anything that stupid again. I love you,” I replied.
Davia whispered as she caught my eyes. “I love you too.” More kissing ensued and she pulled me closer, kissing me just as much as I was kissing her. When I heard the waiter clear his throat, several times, we reluctantly pulled apart and made room for our orders. Before I bit into my sandwich, I gazed into her eyes.
“To be continued,” I said, then I bit down into my sandwich, never taking my eyes off of her. Damn, she was beautiful. Man, did I want her. And I will get her…however I can.
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Davia
I don’t know why I agreed to go with Jackson back to his place after the movie. Yes I did. A sister needed some…and she needed it bad.
But, I wasn’t going to give it to him that easy. He was going to have to work for it tonight. Then, he locked the door, paused, threw his keys on the table in the foyer and gave me one of those sexy grins and I’m telling you, the undies were severely drenched.
Scratch that. I need a stiff one bad or I need some extremely good tongue action down below. I just needed to come without the aid of my own hands or some sex toy. I deserved to get laid. It’s been almost three months. My body needs a good working over and it’s the least he could do after the whole Marayn “ho” ordeal. It’s not like I’m a nympho or anything, but you have to understand. The sex was fuckin’ fantastic between the two of us, like nothing I’ve ever experienced. He knows all of my spots and my body just responds to him in a way that’s so natural that it’s scary sometimes. Because of this, anytime he looked at me, the panties would magically come down. He bit down on his bottom lip, still grinning like the sexy mutha he was and walked towards me. He was so damn cute. Shit him for being irresistible.
As I walked through that familiar door, the uneasiness of my decision to come to his house was gone. I missed being here and as I looked around, memories of us making love all over the living room, in the kitchen, and us just hanging out, watching movies, me cooking in the kitchen while Jackson just smiled at me and felt me up as I cooked, flooded through my mind. Good memories, good times. I wanted that again. I knew he did, too. Then, there was silence as he leaned on the wall and just stared at me. I knew the look that he was giving me and I had to look away. I usually can’t take that stare for long because usually afterwards, he grabs me and does something to make me cum continually while screaming his name. Hey, even though I wanted him to do just that, I couldn’t show him that I wanted it. So, I decided to say something to break the ice and not focus on that gorgeous face of his.
“I see you rearranged the furniture. Looks good,” I replied as I sat on a barstool and looked around. My hands gripped the sides of the stool.
Jackson pushed off of the wall and slowly walked towards me, kind of like he was claiming his prey. He stood directly in front of me and boxed me in with his arms by placing them on the counter behind me. I pushed back into the counter and he leaned forward on those muscular, tanned arms, as those green eyes of his seared into mine.
“Thank you, but I really don’t want to talk about my furniture, Davia,” he replied in that sexy voice of his which seemed to drop deeper. Then, he slowly licked his lips and I almost fell off the barstool.
“Well, what do you want to talk about?” I asked. Damn it. I set myself up for whatever happens after that statement.
Jackson slowly looked at me from my feet all the way up to my face and leaned his head closer to me. “Actually, I don’t want to talk at all. I just want to look at you and do this.” The next thing I know, those sexy lips of his are on mine, kissing me softly.
“Ummm,” I moaned. Jackson’s tongue licked the seam of my lips, then I opened my mouth and his tongue surged inside, wrapping around mine. My hands began to slowly leave the barstool and they went to his face. The kiss became more aggressive and I heard Jackson groan. We were attacking each others lips and all I could think about was getting naked and riding him like a motorbike.
My arms went around his neck. I looked up and he had that look in his eyes…the look that he gives me when he wants to blow my back out. I was ready. Forget all that hard to get shit. I needed some relief.
His hands went to my blouse and ripped it off like it was tissue paper, then threw it. I was so glad that I had on a front clasp bra. Those hands took that off quickly too. I sat back with my legs wide open with a bare chest.
“I want you so bad, Davia. It’s been so long,” he whispered and I just nodded in agreement. The next thing I see is that sandy brown head of his leaning while his tongue circled my right nipple. Then, I felt his teeth scrape my nipple, then capture it and pull it. I loved when he did that.
“Hmmm,” I moaned as my hands held his head in place, my pussy getting wetter by the minute.
“You like that baby?” he asked, as I felt one hand travel over my thighs, up into my shorts and his fingers skimmed lightly over my wet mound.
“You know I do,” I whispered. His fingers were stroking my sex through my drenched blue cotton boyshorts, not going inside, but rubbing on my clit with just enough pressure that I screamed. His mouth on my nipple, sucking it between his teeth and his finger stroking me just made me cum and damn it felt so good.
“Ooh, you came, didn’t you, baby? I can feel it, you’re so fuckin’ wet. You’re drenching my fingers through your panties. You’re ready for me, sweetheart…you feel like you’re ready. Um, now let me see you…I haven’t seen you in so long,” he whispered as I opened my eyes and I caught his. He looked so sexy and ready to please…so, I let him take over. He unzipped my khaki shorts, pulled them off and threw them somewhere, then he ripped my panties off. I sat on the edge of the barstool and spread my legs. Hell, I didn’t care. I wanted him to see how wet he made me. He pushed my legs open wider and just sat back, staring at my dripping wetness and he was still dressed. It was such a turn on to watch him look at me so savagely, like he was going to tear me up…and that’s what I wanted him to do.
“Umm, you’re so wet and pretty baby and you look so good…so good,” he whispered as he glanced into my eyes, then he gave my sex one long, heavy lick and I know I creamed again, as I moaned.
“Did you give my pussy away while we were apart, Davia?” he asked as he stared at me. The tip of his tongue was on my clit but he didn’t move it. I was so hot for him, saying that shit to me and looking at me like I was the only woman in the world. It was just so hot.
I couldn’t really answer, because he had licked me again and I was at a lost for words.
“Huh baby? Has anybody else been in my pussy?” he asked as he stared at me, his tongue lightly making circles around my wet opening. I felt the wetness just poor out of me, then I answered him.
“No…it’s still yours…it’s always been yours,” I whispered. I felt another deep, long lick and moaned.
He smiled devilishly at me and pulled both of my legs on his shoulders, legs spread wide to the world.
“That’s what I wanted to hear. I’ve been wanting to eat you since I saw you walk in today with those sexy ass shorts on. You still taste so good,” he whispered and the next thing I knew his head dropped and I felt his tongue lick me again slowly. He pulled my clit with his teeth and licked right outside of my wet opening and I almost fell off of the stool. I grabbed the back of the counter and he held my legs in the crook of his arms to keep me anchored to his mouth. The only thing that could be heard was my loud ass moans and slurping. Oh my goodness, the man’s tongue was amazing. I could feel it plunging and curling inside of my walls as his lips sucked my clit and my lips. I screamed as my last orgasm ripped from my throat. Jackson just licked and sucked me right through it, like it was his pleasure and I knew that it was. I felt like mush and almost fell to the floor. Jackson grinned at me and pulled me up.
“You’re right…some things haven’t changed, Davia,” he stated referring to me passing out after he went down on me. That’s what usually happened. I saw that grin and I didn’t care. He was getting naked and that was all I wanted. In a matter of seconds, he was totally naked and pulling a condom over that big, thick beautiful dick of his. I stared at it and licked my lips lightly. I hadn't realized how much I had missed it and at this moment in time, I was having trouble sitting on the stool due to my last orgasm taking so much out of me. So, he pulled me up, pushed the stool out of the way and turned my back towards his front. He came right up behind me, his dick rubbing along my clit from behind and my legs instinctively widened. The flat of his hand was on my lower back and I felt his tongue lick up my spine to my neck.
When his lips caught my right earlobe in his mouth, he whispered in that sexy, deep drawl of his, “Put your hands on the counter and spread those sexy ass legs wider.”
The boy had me so turned on and I did exactly as he said with no complaining. I was so excited and he kept teasing the head of his cock along my wet slit.
“That’s good, baby. Now lift up that sexy ass for me. I wanna see your pretty, wet pussy from behind,” he whispered in my ear and I lifted my ass in the air. I felt a lick along my slit, then I felt his cock sliding against me.
“Ummm, that’s better. Damn, you’re so wet. Now here’s what I’m going to do, Davia. I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you now, but before I do that…tell me how you want it, baby. Do you want it slow and deep, or fast and hard?” he whispered in my ear.
“You know how I like it. I just want you inside of me. Please,” I whispered, as my fingernails grazed the counter.
“Answer me,” he whispered, one hand on my ass, the other fingers worrying my clit.
“Slow and deep at first, then fast and hard. Now, please, do it now,” I whispered as I felt a smile against my neck, then a bite to my ear.
“Okay, Davia. I love you, baby,” he whispered as he thrust deeply into me. I moaned out loud, “ I love you, too”, and he growled my name. My eyes fluttered opened and I gasped loudly.
"Oh, baby," I whispered as I felt my walls tremble and clutch his dick. Another damn orgasm. He felt so good and he wasn’t all the way in yet. He pushed further into me and when he was seated fully inside of me, I closed my eyes and bit my lip. I felt so full of him and he felt so good…it felt so good. He was so hard and thick...it was just sooo good. Then, he spoke to me as he moved slowly inside of me.
“Shit, you’re so tight and wet…you feel so good, baby,” he whispered as he moved deeply inside of me from the back. His hands gripped my hips tightly and I felt him rotate his hips and then surge deeply up into me. I pushed my ass back against him, loving the feeling.
“Ummm,” I moaned. I missed this so much.
“I missed you so much, baby. I missed feeling you all around me. Shit, this is good,” he groaned and the next thing I know, he’s moving faster and harder inside of me. I bit down on my bottom lip and held on to the counter for dear life. He was pounding the hell out of my pussy.
“Harder, faster,” I moaned and he did what I asked.
“Like that baby?” he asked as he moved harder and faster than before.
“Oooh, just like that, baby. Just like that. Ummm. Jackson, I’m cumming,” and I felt my stomach clench, then that ripple of pleasure through my belly to my toes. I screamed so loud as I came. It had been so long and the next thing I knew, he was moving harder and faster in me, then I felt four big thrusts, a loud groan of “Davia, shit” and he came. I was through. So through. I felt like melted wax.
After we calmed down, Jackson picked me up and carried me to his bed. He dropped my naked, tired ass down on it and I closed my eyes. He leaned over and kissed my lips.
“That was so…umm,” I whispered as he grinned, his hands caressing my breasts.
“I know. I’m not finished with you yet. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do, sugar,” he whispered as he kissed me again and just like that, we were back together and it felt like we never parted.