Jackson couldn’t help it, and he raised his head up and laughed from deep down in his chest. “It’s not funny Jackson. I need to come. Now!” Charity said with urgency.
However Jackson was showing no mercy to her. He wanted Charity to be moved so much that when he let her come, she would never ever want anyone else again. With that thought in mind, he lowered himself back down, and taking her clit in his mouth, he began sucking in earnest. He also inserted two long, thick fingers, and began to finger fuck her deep and fast. She tasted better than the finest whiskey known to man. He loved how her body was vibrating and quaking, and how her hips were rising to meet, him with every thrust of his fingers. Then as her body began to jerk uncontrollably, he kept on sucking and fucking her, as she came apart in his mouth. She half moaned, half cried out his name, as she did, and those cries and wails she made, were the most satisfying sounds Jackson had ever heard. He knew he’d given her an experience he was positive she’d never had before. He continued tending to her until the jerking began to subside, and then he slide up her body lying over her, bearing most of his weight on his forearms. As he looked down at her glistening body, he knew without a doubt, she was the most gorgeous human God had put on this earth.
Chapter 13
Charity looked up at Jackson as she regained her breath, knowing that she had never in her life been loved in the way Jackson just made love to her. She asked him if she could take her arms down from above her head, and when he nodded, she reached down and placed her hands at the sides of his bald head, lightly caressing him. She touched his face and his lips lovingly, until Jackson leaned down and tenderly kissed her lips.
They kissed and they kissed. Charity had never enjoyed kissing so much before, but Jackson...well Jackson knew how to kiss. They nipped and sucked and tasted each other’s mouths until it wasn’t enough. She craved Jackson. Once again her whole body craved him, and she knew by the feel of his hard cock between them, that he needed relief soon. Charity maneuvered her legs so that they were no longer tangled with Jacksons, rather his were now between hers. Then bending her knees and spreading her legs wider, she showed Jackson she was ready for him without words.
Breaking their kiss, Jackson raised himself back up on his forearms, allowing Charity to reach down between them, and take his cock in her gentle hands. Then when she placed the head of his cock at her wet entrance and moved her hands around to his back, he plunged inside her wet, hot, and tight pussy. For a minute Jackson was afraid to move in case he came right then. He’d thought about being with Charity for so long now, forever it seemed, and after just having watched how beautiful she is when she comes, he was beyond his control.
Taking a deep breath, and gritting his teeth, trying to get a grip on himself, he looked down into Charity’s green eyes. This woman would be the death of him but what a way to go. “Jackson what is it?” she asked. “Is everything okay?” She was caressing his back while she looked at him with worry.
“Everything is beyond perfect Babe,” he answered. “You feel like heaven is all, and I just needed to regain my control before I move.” Charity looked at him with so much love in her eyes, and he knew he was a goner for sure, as if he didn’t know that before.
With those thoughts in mind, he began to slowly pull out of her hot, wet tunnel. When he was nearly all the way out, he plunged back in hard and Charity wrapped her legs around his back, and dug her heals into him. They fit together like perfectly matched puzzle pieces, and every time he pulled out of Charity, she gripped his cock so strong he couldn’t imagine ever separating from her. When he was seated all the way, it was like coming home. A home like he’d never experienced, but one he never cared to leave.
He thrust in and out of Charity’s warm heat several times, until he felt the fluttering deep inside her belly turn to tremors and shivers. She was once again moaning out load. When she began to dig her nails into his back, he thrust still harder and deeper, until she was wound even more tightly around him. Then, with one more thrust, he felt her come apart around him, calling out his name as she did, and with that, he could hold back no more, thrusting deep and groaning as he spilled his seed inside her.
Once their tremors subsided, he pulled out of Charity and rolled over onto his back. He pulled her over tightly beside him, wrapping his arm around her and she, laying on her side, burrowed into him, with her head resting on his shoulder, her arm splayed across his chest, and her one leg wrapped over top of his. This is how they fell asleep, snuggling together, and completely fulfilled. The first woman to ever sleep in his home, in his bed.
Sometime during the night, Charity awoke with her back pressed up against Jackson’s warm broad chest and his arms wrapped securely around her. They were still naked, but he had pulled the blankets up around them. There, wrapped snuggly in Jackson’s bed, Charity felt the safest and most loved, since she was a young girl tucked in her bed, in her childhood home.
Chapter 14
When Jackson woke up the next morning he was alone in bed. He was disappointed that Charity wasn’t beside him, because he had hoped to wake her up properly, with his cock buried deep inside her once again. “Jesus”, he cursed under his breath. After all the sex he’d had in his life, and there’d certainly been plenty, never in his life had it been as good as being balls deep inside Charity last night. Her skin was so soft and smooth and was a lightly tanned color all over, not like she tanned, rather that it was her natural coloring. Then there was the way she smelled, nothing too overpowering like a lot of women, who wore so much perfume it gave you a headache. No, Charity smelled like some soft fruity fragrance with just a little bit of spiciness to it. Fuck...just thinking about her made his cock stand at attention.
Just then, he smelled fresh coffee, bacon, and something that smelled like fresh baking. Other than Charity, he couldn’t think of a better smell to wake up to in the morning. With the wood he was sporting, he carefully got out of bed and pulled his jeans on, before heading to the kitchen to find Charity.
When Jackson got to the end of the hallway leading from the master suite to the open concept kitchen/great room, he stood there in silence, just watching Charity as she stood there before the stove making breakfast. She wore his blue plaid shirt from last night, as she danced around and hummed, all the while working at the stove. In those few minutes, he felt so content and happy. He always thought there wasn’t a woman in existence that he would ever want to share his home, or the bed in this home with, however watching Charity he knew he was wrong. Charity being here was perfect, as right as anything
could ever be. Fuck, wasn’t it supposed to be women who got all soft hearted and mushy after only one night of hot sex? What the hell was wrong with him? He shook his head looking down at the floor for a minute surprised at the depth of feelings he had for this woman.
When he looked back up Charity was just turning around with two baskets in her hands. She set the bacon and fresh biscuits on the granite kitchen island, and flashed that beautiful smile of hers at him. “Good morning handsome,” she said, her voice a little raspy first thing in the morning. Fuck, just another thing he found sexy as hell!
Jackson slowly sauntered over to the island and stood opposite Charity looking down at the feast she had prepared for them. There was a tray of fruit, bacon, eggs, and mouth watering biscuits spread out in front of him. “Someone’s been busy this morning,” he said with a smile. God, she looked sexy in his shirt which had the top few buttons undone, giving him just a glimpse of those perfect tits of hers. She had her hair loosely piled atop her head, with tendrils here and there escaping their binding, and her lips were still slightly swollen from their kisses last night. He wanted her so bad, he didn’t know how he would be able to make it through breakfast without taking her, but somehow he had to try since she’d gone to all this work for him.
“Are you hungry?” she asked him. If only she knew the depth of the hunger he had for her right now.
Smiling at her, he answered her by saying, “I’m absolutely starving. Someone gave me quite a workout last night.” he smiled wickedly, as he watched Charity blush and bite down on her bottom lip. Suddenly he knew, he would never tire of looking at her. Then he reached across the island, and as Charity placed her hand in his, he lead her around to his side of the island, and took her in his arms. The kiss he gave her would leave no doubt that he wanted more time with her in his bed this morning, after they ate.
As they kissed, Charity stood on her toes with her arms around Jackson’s neck, causing the hem of his shirt to rise up baring her sexy, curvy ass for his touch. As he slowly massaged her ass cheeks, his cock, still semi-hard from before, stiffened even further. He was just about to lift her so she could wrap her legs around him, when Charity moaned into his mouth and then said, “No you don’t mister, you need to eat first.” Then gently pushing against his hard chest, she put a little bit of distance between their lust filled bodies.
“But Babe,” Jackson began to say just before Charity reached over and grabbed a warm flakey buttery biscuit, and quickly shoved it into his open mouth. Jackson didn’t have a choice but to bite into the biscuit, and after swallowing down a huge piece, he looked at her and said, “That’s not fair Babe, you can’t expect me to say no to your baking. Those are the best biscuits I’ve ever tasted, and you damn well know it.”
Charity looked over at him with a gorgeous smile before she bit into one of those warm biscuits herself. Perched atop one of the seats at the island she said, “Nope, it’s not fair, but you need to eat, and frankly, I’m starving,” she said.
Taking a seat next to her, Jackson leaned over and licked a crumb from her lip, and then looking into those green eyes of hers said, “Well then, we eat now, and play later. You need to be well nourished for what I have in mind. Eat up woman!”
Chapter 15
All through breakfast Jackson couldn’t keep his eyes, or hands, off of Charity. If he wasn’t caressing her back, tucking the loose strands of her hair behind her ear, or giving her quick pecks on the lips in between bites of breakfast, he was memorizing every little thing about her, as she ate. He took note of a tiny mole just under her hair line at the back of her neck, he loved how her lips moved when she chewed the dainty bites of food she took, he loved the simplicity of the small gold hoops she wore in her perfectly shaped earlobes, and he couldn’t stop thinking about how fucking sexy she looked in his shirt.
As soon as Charity finished eating and placed her napkin upon the island’s granite top, Jackson reached for her hand and pulled her from her seat, leading her towards the garden doors. As he opened the door and pulled her outside onto the deck, she looked around self-consciously and said, “Jackson I don’t want anyone to see me not dressed.” And as she reached behind with one hand to pull down the hem of the shirt she wore, she broke from his grasp, and quickly headed back towards the door.
“Babe, look around, it’s just us out here. I don’t have any neighbors nearby. It’s just you and me, the birds, the trees, and the lake. Come back here, let me enjoy the beautiful morning with you out here,” he begged.
“Are you sure nobody will see us...I mean, what about anyone going by on the lake?” she asked him.
Reaching out and taking her hand again, Jackson pulled Charity into his embrace. He turned her around, so that her back was to his front while they stood looking out across the yard towards the lake. As he leaned down and rested his cheek against the side of her head, he softly spoke into her ear, “I want to just enjoy having you here with me Babe. Don’t worry about anything. Can you hear the water lapping down at the shore? Listen to the birds...oh, and there’s a loon.”