32 Firelight

It was cold, but I was warm wrapped in Jacksons arms with the blanket over my legs as we watched the meteor shower that Jackson had brought me here for. We had snuck out a few times in the middle of the night when we were kids to do this very same thing. They seemed so much bigger and brighter when we were kids, but we also were not right next to the bright city either.

A breeze came through and I felt Jackson tighten his arms around me and shiver. 

"Are you cold?" I asked him.

"I'm alright, that breeze was just a little chilly."

I scoff, "Nonsense. This blanket is big enough to wrap around the both of us." I pull myself from his arms and wrap it around his shoulders and go to sit next to him, but realize it falls short of wrapping around both of our shoulders. "Well shucks." 

Jackson laughs at my disappointment, "I know of a way we can make it work." 

"Oh you do, do you?" I quirk a brow at him, that I'm sure he can see.

"Yep, come here." He snatches me into his lap, holding my back in his arms and my legs over one of his. He wraps the blanket around me, making sure my legs were covered by the blanket as well. 

"See?" He chuckles to himself as I snuggle into his chest. 

"Much better." I say wiggling into his lap and finding a comfortable spot.

His sharp intake of breath before a low groan reverberating in his chest are all that warns me before his lap is not as comfortable as it was a moment ago.

"Oh, sorry." I blush, as he takes in a deep calming breath.

"It's okay. You just wanted to be comfortable." He gets out through clenched teeth.

"Did I hurt you?" I want to make sure with how he's responded.

"No." He looks at me in his arms and sighs, "No, I'm just trying to control my body's reaction. I can't imagine that poking you on your ass cheek, makes for a comfortable seat."

I giggle, "Yeah, you've got that right. It feels better somewhere else."

"Oh it does, does it?" He smugly smiles at me with raised brows as I giggle some more.

I nod and wrap my arm around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. His soft, full lips caress my own, tasting of the hot chocolate we've been sipping on. I lick his lips to taste more of the combined taste and humming in delight. He pulls his head back to gaze in amusement at me as I lick my lips. His eyes don't leave my lips as my tongue teases my upper lip before I bite my bottom lip. 

I feel his breath catch before he lowers his mouth back to mine, his nose rubbing against my own, warming it with his breath.

"Do you know how tantalizing you are in the moonlight?" He asks his lips a breath away from my own. 

"No, maybe you could show me?" I tease, biting my bottom lip again.

He groans and shifts himself under me and I feel how tantalizing I am to his member. He moves me off of his lap, shifting his body and the blanket so that they both still cover me. His lips fall onto my own and I wrap a hand around the back of his neck as my other hand rests on his chest. I could kiss him for hours and never tire of it. He's soft and sensuous at first letting my own desire set the intensity of the kiss. I hear our lips smack softly and our breathing fill my ears to the point all my senses are focused on the two of us. 

I pull his face closer to mine, not letting him go as I show him my need to have more of him. He moans into my mouth, one of his hands sliding down to rest on my waist and find the hem of my shirt. My hand on his chest grips his sweater tighter as his cool fingers slide under my shirt to come up and cup my breast. I gasp when his cold fingers touch my nipples, teasing them with a twist.

I release his sweater and slide a hand up under the hem, wanting to feel his body under my hands. He trails his lips across my jawline, licking and nipping at the skin of my neck before sucking at the nape of my neck. I moan into his shoulder, gripping his hair, keeping his face at the sensitive area of my body. When he twists my nipples again, I can't help but lift my hips to grind against his body on top of mine. His hand retreats from my shirt and I finds the hem of my skirt and begins to bunch it up.

"Jackson..." I start as he hums in response. "We should head back. We don't want to do that here do we?" I remind him where we are.

He lets out a long breath and nods into my neck. "You're right. Help me gather up this stuff please." 

We pack up the hot chocolate and tea in the hot bag that held out food before tightly folding the blankets and placing them into the bag. We head back to the car and are grateful once we're inside and out of the breeze that had picked back up when we started walking up the hill. 

My teeth are chattering as we sit, letting the cars engine warm up before we start heading back. When the heater starts blowing out warm air, Jackson starts taking us back to his place. My teeth are still chattering a little bit as Jackson places his right hand in front of the heater vent. He directs the air towards me and places his hand on my knee.

"Don't worry, you'll warm up here soon." He assures me as his fingers caress my leg. By the time we arrive back at his place I am warm and wanting him just as badly as when we were at the park. His hands had caressed my leg the entire time, telling me he couldn't wait to touch my skin. 

Once the car is parked Jackson is quick to help me out and when I go to reach for the bag of blankets and food, he tells me not to worry about it. He directs me into the house and out of the wind that's picked up and is blowing colder than before. I look up and the sky that was clear is now full of clouds.

"Wow, that was quick." I state out loud.

"What?" Jackson asks, unlocking the door.

"The weather."

Jackson chuckles, "That's Texas for you." 

We both say in unison, "If you don't like the weather, wait another hour, it'll probably change." We chuckle and head inside. 

While he's locking his door, I ask him, "Can you start the kettle to make some more hot chocolate? I'm going to use the restroom." 

"Of course." He heads to the kitchen while I remove my shoes and head to the bathroom. After freshening up, I made my way to the kitchen but Jacksons not there. 

"Jacks?" I call out looking for him.

"In here!" His voice comes from the darker living room where he sits in front of the gas fireplace, a warm fire going, giving off a red and golden glow to the room. I join him on the soft rug in front of the fire place as he offers me a mug.

I sit and sip, warming myself up as we enjoy the hypnotic display of the fire. 

"Do you remember, that we would light little tiny fires in that old coffee can with twigs to help warm the clubhouse?" Jackson sets his empty mug on the nearby end table before pulling a pillow under his arm as he lays back next to the fire.

I smile remembering, "I do. Remember at first we'd smoke ourselves out until we figured out how to set up a makeshift flue?" I laugh lightly, remembering us coughing and using one of the blankets to air the clubhouse out.

Jackson releases a loud guffaw, "How could I forget? Remember collecting the cans out of the trash to use for the tubing?"

"And figuring out how to connect them and add in the flue? I still have the scar on my hand from that can of creamed corn." I look at my hand where the scar is.

"You do? Let me see." He leans closer to look and I set my mug on the table and move closer to show him in the light of the fire.

"See right there." I motion to the little white scar just at my thumb joint and palm. He pulls it closer to see it and lays a lingering kiss on it.

My heart skips a beat as I suddenly feel all my air escape my lungs. When his kiss moves to my wrist I start to feel light headed and excited. He raises his gaze to meet my own and I see the hunger of the predator stalking his prey. My sex clenches at the sight and just like a dazed animal, I throw myself deeper into his trap. I throw my leg over his lap, straddling him and grip his face in between my hands and kiss him with just as much hunger right back.

Jacksons hands push my skirt up higher over my thighs and grips my waist to grind against his hard erection. We both groan at the friction before he's finding the hem of my shirt to pull it off. Our lips find each others again through the tangle of limbs that are now focused on removing clothing that's in the way. I manage his sweater off as my bra disappears, before he rolls me over onto my back to shimmy me out of my skirt. I undo his belt a moment later, desperate to release his cock and have him inside of me. He breaks our kiss to kick his pants off as I remove my stockings that he grabs from my hands. 

"I have a use for these." He chuckles.

"I don't care as long as you stick your cock in me, now." The words shoot out of my mouth quickly, that I didn't even give them any thought before they came out. 

Jackson doesn't give me time to blush before he growls and takes my lips again while he spreads my legs. I wrap my legs around his waist and roll us over again, rocking my body along his length as I line him up to my aching core. Using his chest to balance myself, I slide him inside of me, my breath catching as he fills me up soothing my ache.

"Oh yeah..." I sigh out as Jackson lets out an excited gasp. I begin to move, bouncing my body along his shaft, letting me feel all of him. 

"Fuck..." Jackson groans out, watching me ride him, mesmerized at the sight of our bodies connecting. "You're like a goddess in the this lighting." He stares at me in wonder, like he truly is seeing a goddess.

I blush but don't break my stride, "Less talking, more fucking." I whisper out, already working on building up my orgasm. 

He grips my hips and pounds up into me, making cry out in shock but loving it. He props himself up on an elbow, getting himself up in the sitting position. He snakes a hand up to the back of my head, gripping my hair and I lean into kiss him. My head is yanked back, his mouth descending on my neck, his other hand guiding my body to keep riding him. 

Fuck, that made me wetter. I love the way he can grip my body in ways I've always wondered about but never experienced and too shy to bring up with any of my boyfriends. 

He pulls harder on my hair, making my body bend back farther, his body following me until he had me on my back and he was sliding back into my body. He thrusts into me slow and hard, making sure I feel every inch, his eyes watching our bodies join before coming back up to meet my own. 

Our breathing synced, our eyes not leaving each others, his hands holding mine above my head as we climbed higher, our bodies tightening where we met. 

"Jackson... please.." My voice is so pitiful sounding, begging for him to make me cum. I'm wound up so tight, it's becoming painful.

He groans at my words and picks up his speed. I wrap my legs around his hips, allowing him in deeper. I'm gasping, hearing the wet sounds of our bodies hitting each others, the firelight reflected in his eyes giving him a unearthly guise. It's sinister and sexy, sending me into other worldly bliss.