9 Getting started

As soon as the words leave his mouth, his mouth descends onto the apex of my thighs. His tongue sliding between my lips, tasting every inch of my slit before his lips circle my clit and he sucks.

I've never had any man eat me like this. Holy hell. I didn't know a tongue could move like that.

He's licking my slit like its the best damn thing he's ever had and can't get enough. When he focuses on my clit my whole body tremors like there's an earthquake and my pussy is the fault line.

"Oh fuck!" I cry out, my legs shaking at the sudden onslaught of sensations and desires hitting me. I haven't even played with myself in months and even with being so turned on, I wasn't expecting him to be this damn good.

His arms wrap around my thighs, pulling me closer to his face and he sucks harder, his tongue tapping my clit like a sledgehammer.

"Oh dear, fucking... Jacks!" I cry out startled as an orgasm wracks through me, my legs snapping around his face as I quiver in ecstasy with his unrelenting tongue.

I open my legs and he comes out from under my skirt, licking his lips, "Delicious." He rumbles, making a new surge of heat spread through my body. "I must say that's a first for me."

"What is a first?" Breathlessly, I fumble to collect my self.

"That someone has cum that fast from me going down on them."

I awkwardly chuckle, "I don't know if I should be offended or not by that statement."

"Don't be." He crawls up over my body kissing me with the taste of my release on his lips and tongue still. His hands work the zipper of my dress down. My hands are greedy to touch him too, so I start working his shirt off.

I still can't believe the orgasm Jackson just gave me. It was amazing and only made me hungry for more. I needed to feel him, I needed him inside me. I needed his arms around me. I needed him.

The second his shirt is off, I break the kiss, wanting to see if it looked as good as it felt. I scan his chest and suck in a breath. He's even more gorgeous than I imagined. His well sculpted chest and barely defined abs are just the perfect mix of being in shape but not obsessed with it either. His chest has just enough hair, I can curl my fingers into the patch between his pecks but the trail stops under them and restarts under his belly button.

"Fuck you're hot Jacks." The words just spill from my mouth in awe. Realizing what I just said out loud, my eyes go wide and I dip my chin and swallow hard, unable to meet his gaze.

The rumbling chuckle doesn't help my embarrassment as he pulls the shoulders of my dress down.

"I'm glad you are enjoying the view... I'd like to enjoy it too.."

That's when I remember my scars. The big ugly ones on my lower back and back of my legs. The ones that make others realize, I'm damaged goods.

I push myself back from his chest, "Let me get the light." I have trouble keeping my gaze on his eyes, seeing them dilate and his nostrils flare as he takes in my disheveled appearance no doubt. He seems to be reading my thoughts because his next words have my breath catching and my stomach fluttering.

"I need to be able to see all of you, Lita." His voice while resonating with warmth, is declaring that the light should stay on.

"Jacks... I ..." He knows about my father. He knows and should be able to handle it better, right?

"Lita, I doubt anything you find wrong with your body is going to make this," He takes my hand and places it on his erection, "disappear." You see the thought fly past his eyes in his mind before he tries to joke, "Unless you want to play hide the hardon."

I groan at the attempted joke but give him a pointed stare, suppressing a smile that slowly breaks free of the restraint.

Jacks stands and begins to take his clothes off, shedding them off in a steady manner, letting me drink him in. I bite my bottom lip when he's down to just his boxer briefs and know I'm panting like a cat in heat, waiting for the reveal that's resembling a damn good time trapped in them.

I lick my lips as he drops them to the floor and I'm met by a damn good looking cock. It's thick at the base and his length doesn't seem to be overwhelming in size but a good seven inches in length. I can work with this no problem.

He leans over the bed and lifts my dress up, over my head, leaving me in my strapless bra only. I unclasp my bra and before I can take it off, Jackson climbs on to the bed with me and takes it off himself, tossing it to the side.

He sits back on his knees, swallowing hard as he drinks in my body.

"Do you have a condom?" I ask nervously. I'm not on birth control and I'm unsure if I still have any protection, it's been a while.

"Yes." He reaches over and grabs his slacks, pulling a condom out of his wallet and tosses it onto the bed by the pillows. He crawls over me, strength rippling through every muscle. His eyes are like that of a predator and I his prey.

"You are beautiful, Lita." He murmurs, never breaking his eye contact with me. His lips descend on mine, kissing me, rubbing our bodies against each others. I feel him grab the condom before he sits back and puts it on.

This is it. I'm going to have sex with Jacks. There's no going back after this, is there?

He hovers over and goes to kiss me but I place a hand on his chest, "There's no going back after this, is there?"

"Oh Lita, there was no going back the second you kissed me." He whispers with assurance. His lips trace invisible lines from my collar bones up to my chin, "I've wanted and needed you in more ways than I can count. I wanted to tell you when we were younger, that I cared for you."

His lips caress my jaw, his cock lining up with my entrance as he whispers, "Do you want to go back to being just friends or do you want me, Lita? Because I want you." He takes my face in one palm as his lips gently caress my own in slow feathery kisses.

I whimper with the barrage of thoughts running through my head. Do I want him?

"I want you, Jacks." I say a hair above a whisper.

He leans back, looking at my face as he enters me, slowly. His girth fills me, my mouth dropping open in shock.

"Fuck, Lita... You're so tight.." A shudder runs down his body, as I spread my legs open farther. My arms wrap around his neck and I pull his lips down for a kiss as he completely enters me.

I whimper against the sudden fullness, the stretching and euphoria of being filled. We kiss each other feverishly, as I rock my body to meet his rhythm that he starts to build. His lips start making trails down my neck, his hands roaming and touching my breasts. Everywhere he touched was like an explosion of sensations.

No man has ever made me feel worshipped like this. His lips on my neck send me to new heights as his cock seems to rub against every nerve inside of me, building me up. I can't seem to catch my breath, because with every stroke, my breath is forced out of me. I wrap my legs around his waist and he goes deeper, making me cry out in surprise.

"Oh.. fuck.." Jackson moans into my neck, his lips finding my ear lobe. "Lita, you feel so damn good baby. You're so fucking beautiful." His cock thrusts harder into me, and I'm clutching on to him, wishing he could just melt into my body this feels so damn good. "I can feel you tightening all around me baby. Are you going to cum for me already, Lita?"

I whimper and nod, gripping him tighter to my body, feeling the peak of my orgasm coming over me.

"Jacks!" I cry out, clawing at his shoulders, "Fuck.. don't stop!" I scream out.

He grunts a breathy laugh, "Wouldn't dream of it." He groans, still plowing into me as my whole world explodes in a cacophony of my cries and my body, wound like a coil, finally breaks.

"JACKSON!" I scream out his name as my body spasms around his cock. My legs can't hold onto him anymore, falling to the bed, and my cramped fingers try to work to pull his mouth to mine. He swallows my whimpers, my crying breaths of release, and he's humming like he can taste their divinity.

When my body finally calms down, Jackson slows his pace and gazes down at me, enjoying my post coital afterglow with a soft smile on his face. He uses his thumb to trace my trembling, swollen, bottom lip before laying a soft kiss on my lips.

"Mmm..." I hum into the kiss, staring back into his eyes, my own heavy with satisfaction. "That was... wow..." I murmur.

"Yes it was... and I'm just getting started." Jackson purrs against my chest before taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard.

I was on orgasm number five, riding his cock, losing my mind, because each time I came, they were more intense than the last. Seven wiped me out. My legs could barely move and I was shaking with fatigue.

Jackson rolled me off of him and onto my side, with him sliding his cock to my entrance from behind, by lifting my leg to get the right angle.

"Dear god!" I cry out, because in this position his cock is directly hitting my g-spot. Orgasm eight and nine have me close to tears, but right now, he's working on making me cry with ten, when we feel the condom rip.

"Shit." He pulls out of me and tosses it. "Do you have anymore?" He asks.

I roll over and check the drawer and find we've used them all now. "No, I'm all out now." I say closing the drawer, and freeze, feeling his hands caressing my scars on my legs.