A Conversation With No Words

Jackson leads me back through some buildings, and I wonder if he is taking me to his car or something when it strikes me that I don't have a clue where Jackson lives.

"Here we are." We are standing in front of a crazy-looking building made up of brightly coloured shipping containers stacked up on one another. Well, this is unexpected.

"What, here?" I respond with a giggle. "You live in a container?"

"Hey, don't knock it 'til you try it," Jackson says with a laugh. "I got in here when the band was just starting out. It's a whole community of artists and creative types, so it seemed a perfect place to fit out a studio. We couldn't afford to rent a house as well, so we got one of the units that you could live in too. It's not huge, but we made it work for a couple of years until the band took off and then the guys all decided to find places of their own. I loved it though, so stayed. We still use the studio for recording early stuff before it gets done in the main studio."

"Wow, that's so cool," I say as we make our way through the maze of buildings.

We step through the door, and immediately I am surprised at how light and airy the place is. I was expecting something dark and dank, like an actual shipping container, but the light pours through the glass doors to the balcony and the round portal-style windows. The walls are all painted a soft grey while the floor is a light wood. White bookshelves line the walls, filled with vinyl and CDs, and a large white leather sofa fills one corner. There is a small modern kitchenette off to one side sporting a huge American-style refrigerator.

"Wow, this place is so roomy. Way bigger than I thought it would be," I comment as I glance around my surroundings taking it all in.

"Yeah, you would never guess that you were in a container from the inside. Most of the space down the back was converted into the studio, and then you have the main bedroom with a bathroom attached so it is quite cosy, but when you spend as much time on a tour bus as I have, this feels positively palatial." Jackson turns to me and any response that I have dies on my lips.

With aching slowness, Jackson lowers his head to mine and pulls me in tight so that my chest is flush with his. I stand there, my eyes locked on him, as we seem to have a conversation with no words. When at last he brings his lips down onto mine, I am expecting some of the passion and aggression that consumed us last time but instead, his fingertips travel across my face with the lightest of touches. I feel his teeth tug gently on my lower lip and when I open my mouth, he begins to kiss me with long sensual kisses that set my whole body on fire.

Lost in the sensations, I'm barely aware that I'm moving until I feel something behind my knees and I open my eyes to find myself in the bedroom. He pushes my shoulders down gently until my bum hits the king-sized bed that dominates the room. I kick off my flip-flops before scooting up the bed while Jackson slips off his Converse.

Laying back against the feather pillows I watch as Jackson crawls up the bed beside me. Our lips meet and our hands leisurely explore each other's bodies in ways that we have not done before. I spend my time tracing Jackson's name over his torso and up his arms until I can twine my fingers through his soft hair while Jackson mirrors my caresses with his own.

Eventually, though, I want more and push his t-shirt up his toned torso. Jackson pulls it up over his head and tosses it on the floor before moving on to working on the buttons of my blouse, shifting it down my arms and flinging it off to the side when it is finally free. Fingers fumble with zips and buttons and then both pairs of jeans hit the ground with a dull thud.

I straddle Jackson, then begin covering every inch of his broad chest with feather-light kisses. Tangling my fingers in his hair, I tug it gently, whilst playing with his nipples with my teeth, sucking and nibbling while he lets out a hiss of satisfaction. I can feel Jackson's erection through the underwear between us, and I find myself grinding down on it as I try to find some relief for my swollen clit.

A moment later Jackson flips me onto my back, reversing our positions. He swiftly gets rid of my bra and proceeds to worship my breasts with his lips and tongue before moving up my body to lay a trail of kisses across my neck. I let out a low moan as the heat in my core intensifies and my panties become soaked. Never has foreplay been quite so long, or erotic without words.

Jackson utters a soft sigh and whispers into my ear, "You are so beautiful." I shiver at his words and the feeling of his breath on my neck. He slides down my body, planting kisses on my belly as he goes. Slipping his fingers under my panties they brush across my aching clit eliciting a low groan. "God, you are so wet."

"Hmmm," I say as the sparks start to build. He hooks his fingers under my panties and drags them down my legs before flinging them onto the floor. He lowers his head between my thighs and starts to flick his tongue across my sensitive clit. Immediately I feel the muscles tightening and I clutch his head, groaning in pleasure. Gently Jackson inserts two fingers, crooking them as he finds my G-spot, and then I am exploding like I never have before. For a moment I think I have peed myself in the intensity of my orgasm and I gasp, my whole body tensing up.

"Relax, baby. You squirted, that's all. Fuck, you taste so good," Jackson says, then continues to lap me up. Bloody hell, that was intense. He moves up and kisses me intensely, so much so that I can taste myself on his mouth. Usually, that would be a complete turn-off for me, but when Jackson does it, it sends tingles down my spine.

I can feel Jackson's erection straining at my hip, and I lower my hands to caress its silken length. "Kat, I need to be inside of you, baby," Jackson murmurs in my ear.

"Yes," I plead, manoeuvring his head to my entrance without thinking and wriggling my hips so that he slips into me.

Jackson suddenly stills. "I don't have a condom on."

Shit, I can't believe I've been that stupid. Glancing up, I see worry on his face as we both realise the implications of what we've just done. "Um, I'm clean, Jackson, I haven't been with anyone without one. And I can't get pregnant. The coil." My explanation stutters out of me as Jackson's constraint shows in this twitching cock sitting just inside of my entrance.

"Neither have I," Jackson confirms.

"I just want to feel you." I hear the pleading in my voice and realise that this is something I really do want.

He hesitates only a moment before pushing deep inside of me.

I let out a groan of satisfaction as he stretches and fills me until I don't think he could go any deeper. "That feels so good, Jackson," I purr as he slowly starts to move inside me.

Jackson threads his fingers through mine and raises my arms above my head, leaving me completely at his mercy. He is in complete control as he moves in and out of me and I find my body writhing beneath him of its own accord. As his tongue fucks my mouth, I feel my second orgasm starting to build with a ferocity that may even rival the first.

Jackson picks up the pace, pushing deeper and deeper, faster and faster until I find myself unravelling as my release hits me with the force of a tsunami. My muscles clench down onto Jackson's cock hard, triggering his own orgasm and I hear him calling out my name in the heat of the moment. His hot seed fills me up, eliciting more explosions, and I ride the wave until we both come down, breathing hard.

Jackson looks down at me with a soft smile before releasing my hands and propping himself up on his elbows. "Hmm, that was…I feel so…" I trail off struggling to find the words for how blissed out I am.

"Amazing," Jackson finishes. "That was…I have never felt like that before. With anyone."

I cup his jaw and kiss him gently on the lips as I feel him starting to soften inside of me. Jackson slips out and disappears into his en-suite. A moment later he is back with a warm cloth which he uses to clean me up with the gentlest of touches. Afterwards, he climbs up beside me and pulls the duvet that has ended up on the floor up and over us.

We lie there for a while in complete silence, Jackson's warm body curled around mine as I lie with my head in the crook of his neck and my hand tracing lazy patterns across his chest. I feel myself slipping into a dreamlike state as Jackson runs his hands over my body and through my hair. I can't remember the last time I felt so completely relaxed with anyone other than Finn or Sophie, and I find a smile stretching itself across my face as I contemplate my feelings.

"Tell me about your fiancé." Jackson might have said the words gently, but they're like a slap in the face that brings the real world crashing back in.