33 Firelight 2
We're on our sides in front of the fire, resting in each others arms, still connected and catching our breath from the orgasms that just rocked through us both. Now that we had stopped moving, there was a chill in the room but our bodies and the fire kept us warm enough. We could hear the wind outside now, blowing like crazy through the trees.
Jackson caresses my back softly with his finger tips as we bask in each others gaze, not affected by the storm blowing outside, caught up in our own moment. My hand makes its way up into Jackson's hair, playing with it with my fingertips as we smile at each other. He lays a tender kiss on my forehead and sighs, still holding me closely.
"Did you ever think that one day we would really end up where we are?" I ask him, my hand now resting on his chest, tracing the swirled patterns of his hair.
"How do you mean?" He asks.
"That we would actually make something of ourselves and live the way we do now?" I ask him, even though I want to ask him if he thought we would ever be together this way. " I mean we used to sit and talk and dream about it, but I never thought it would actually happen until it did."
Jackson sighs and props his head up on his arm, "No, honestly I never thought I would be living like this. I would have been happy working a entry level job anywhere as long as it got us out of our living situations."
"Would have got us out, huh? I guess that would have been an offer I would never had refused. You really did always plan on saving me from my dad then didn't you?" I meet his eyes and see the sincerity in them. They cause my mind to go blank and I could not look away even if I wanted to.
"Melita I was waiting till I turned sixteen to get my GED so I could get job to get us both out of there. I had every intention of doing what ever I had to for you."
My jaw flaps up and down before I ask, "What was your plan though? For me?"
He closes his eyes and whispers, "I don't know. Support you while you went to school. I would have told you how I felt eventually. I would hope we would be together, save up, get married, have a family, make fun of each other till we were old and gray. You know silly teenage dreams when you grow up poor and in a fucked up home." he gives me a forced smile but that admission only makes my heart swell.
"You really have loved me all this time haven't you?" Tears start forming but I'm the farthest thing from upset right now.
"Oh Melita, I didn't mean to make you cry." Jackson pulls me closer to his chest but I push away from him.
"Not those kind of tears Jacks." I laugh, reaching up for his face and kiss him.
He pulls back enough to look and see the smile on my face and scoffs, teasing me "What? Did you not believe me every other time I've told you that you mean everything to me?"
"Guess I just needed to hear it again one more time." I say moving my body against his to feel closer to him.
He groans and I feel the twitch of his cock inside me, gaining it's strength again.
"Oh.. are you going to show it to me again too?" I whisper into his ear, watching the shiver run over his body.
"Woman, I'll do more than show you." He pulls himself from me and gets up on his knees and moves around me. "Get up on your knees baby."
"Shouldn't we clean up?" I toss over my shoulder at him.
"No, I want to fuck you with my cum dripping from your cunt. I enjoy the thought and I'm going to enjoy the sight." He enters me with a grunt, and my back arches from the sensation as immediately begins to take me hard. He leans over my body, wrapping an arm around to slide between my legs and starts playing with my clit.
"Oh fuck.." I gasp out before his hand drops and pulls one of my arms up behind my back. He taps the other and holds onto both with one hand. When I feel something soft wrap around my wrists though I go to tug them away.
"Jackson?" I ask in question when he holds them firmly. I look over my shoulder and go to pull away, but he he tries to soothe me by rubbing my backside.
"It's okay, Melita." He pulls me back against his body, keeping my arms behind my back, his other arm snaking around to play with my clit again. "I promise you'll enjoy this."
He slowly begins to thrust up into me, my legs spread and springy, bounce off his thighs. My cries grow in intensity as he speeds up his thrusts, his hand sliding up to grip my breasts. I'm sure if I wanted to I could move away from him, but damn this felt so good. I knew he was going to make me feel amazing, so I just relaxed my body the best I could and continued letting him control my body.
I was so lost in sensations that when I next opened my eyes, I realized there was a floor to ceiling mirror in front of us that was giving Jackson an amazing view. When our eyes meet, he smirks and whispers into my ear.
"Look at how well your body takes me. The way your tits bounce. The faces you make with every thrust." His hand comes up to circle my throat and my body tenses.
"I know you love it when I grip your throat." His voice is like sin, dripping with all the enticement the devil could offer. "When I squeeze."
His words are proven true with the fresh wave of fluids that form between us.
"Fuck, Melita." He growls, squeezing my neck harder as he thrusts harder into me.
"Do you like watching me fuck you?" He asks through gritted teeth.
"Yes!" I cry out, strangled and feeling my body on edge not able to control the whirlwind of sensations building up in me. "Jackson..." My voice is barely above a whisper. "I'm ..."
"Are you going to cum watching me fuck you? Bound unable to do anything while I fill your pussy with my cock and my hand around your throat Melita?" His husky voice sets me on fire.
I can't even speak, I can't nod, I can only stare at his eyes in our reflection as he pounds harder, and I can't breathe.
"Don't close your eyes, look at me while you cum." He demands as my body shatters. My eyes stay open and stay locked with his as he feels my orgasm rock through me. He gasps, grits his teeth and slams into me harder, releasing my throat and letting me take in a deep breath of air, but keeping my head up as I feel his release enter me.
"Mmm... Melita!" He cries out, his face pinched in pain before relaxing with the waves of pleasure coursing through us. Our eyes never divert from each others, even as our bodies convulse in the aftershocks, Jackson still thrusting into me, our combined juices dripping down my thighs.
"Fuck, Melita... You're a fucking goddess. I'm becoming addicted to you." Jackson says finally breaking our gaze and taking in the sight in the mirror. "I already want to bury myself inside of you again."
"Shower first." I breathe out, my body trembling from the exertion of energy. I feel like I'm glowing though.
Jackson pulls himself from me, and unties my hands, massaging them and making them tingle with the returned blood flow. He then picked me up off the floor and when he realized I couldn't walk, he carried me to the nearest bathroom and set me down and got a bath started. This tub was not as big as his was, but we both could fit comfortably enough. He sets me in the water and pulls out towels and some soap before joining me.
He washes me everywhere and is extra gentle between my legs. I'm enjoying him washing my arms when the next thing I know, I'm being shaken awake gently.
"Did I nod off?" I ask him.
"Yes. Come on let's get you out and dried off and up to bed." He helps me out and we dry off before heading out of the bathroom.
"It's snowing." I point out the window and sure enough, a light dusting of snow is over the ground and plants.
"I'm glad we don't have to work tomorrow. Everyone here seems to freak out when snow is on the road."
I had to agree with him. "Speaking of work. Guess who had the audacity to try and ask me about my personal life again?" I throw out there as we head upstairs.
"Syphilis Sybil?" Jackson throws out and I boop my own nose.
He groans and pulls back the covers, "I swear that woman needs to piss off the wrong person already so she gets sacked. You sure you don't want to come work for my company yet?"
I snuggle up close to him in his arms and say through my yawn, "Not yet."