“What the hell are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” The dress was open to her waist, exposing her naked breasts. Turning suddenly, she threw her leg over his thighs, straddling him. His hands gripped her waist, holding her steady as she grabbed the sides of his head and yanked him closer. “I’m having fun.” She slammed her mouth down on his.
For a moment he didn’t move. The heat of embarrassment began to fill her. Oh God, she was making an absolute fool of herself. Then he groaned, his fingers tightening around her waist as he hauled her closer.
His lips ground against hers as he devoured her mouth. His tongue plunged past her teeth, tasting and stroking. Her hands slid from his head down to his broad shoulders. She wanted his shirt gone. Needed to feel his warm skin beneath her fingers.
Jerking the material up, they broke the kiss long enough for her to drag his shirt over his head and toss it aside. Jackson tangled his fingers in her hair, dragging her back down so he could nibble and lick at her mouth. She felt as if he were eating her alive. All her doubts disappeared beneath the growing heat. There was no denying the explosive connection that existed between them.
“Jackson,” she gasped his name when he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat. He licked at her collarbone. Her thighs clenched around his. Her pussy was hot and wet, aching for him to fill it.
“You are so damn beautiful.” His voice was gruff and ragged as he tore at the remaining buttons on her dress. One of them clattered to the porch floor as he gave one final tug. The dress parted, exposing her totally to his view. Her breasts were heavy with desire, her nipples puckered into tight, rosy nubs. She took a deep breath and they swayed. Jackson cupped them in his hands and buried his face between them.
Emerald clutched at his shoulders, feeling the tenseness of his muscles. She arched forward, pressing her mound against the bulge in his jeans. They both moaned at the pressure. She did it again, undulating her hips in a pleasing rhythm.
“Emerald, you have to stop or I’m going to come in my pants.” Jackson was panting hard now, his chest rising and falling with each harsh breath.
“I don’t care,” she muttered. She was past caring. It had been days since she’d even laid eyes on him and she needed to touch him, to reconnect with him, to feel him beneath her hands. Part of her loved the fact that he seemed to be as vulnerable to her touch as she was to his.
He growled low in his throat as his lips latched on to one of her nipples, drawing it into his mouth as he began to suckle. Emerald cried out, dragging her hands down his chest, gently scraping his flat brown nipples with her nails. His entire body jerked and he tore his mouth from her body.
Reaching between them, he ripped open his jeans and shoved his underwear aside. His cock sprang forward, hot and ready. She grasped his shaft in her hands, pumping them up and down. The plum-shaped head was dark and engorged with blood. The veins that ran down the thick length pulsed against her palm, and as she pumped, a bead of whitish liquid seeped from the slit. She wanted to taste it but settled for spreading it over the tip with her thumb.
Jackson dipped his fingers between her thighs, a deep rumble of pleasure coming from him when he touched her damp heat. She tilted back her head and cried out as he stroked two of his fingers into her core and then dragged them back out again.
“More,” she demanded as she squeezed his cock.
Jackson grabbed her hips and lifted her until she was up on her knees. Using her grip on him, she guided him to her. The thick head of his erection squeezed past her opening. She loved the way he stretched her each time he entered her. It was tight, but he fit as if they’d been made especially for each other.
Cupping his face in her hands, she watched his expression as she slowly lowered herself onto his cock. He hissed out a breath from between clenched teeth. His blue eyes flickered with the flames of lust, searing their expression onto her soul.
When she was seated as far as she could go, she wiggled her hips and managed to take him even deeper.
“Hold on to me.” She had no idea what he planned to do, but she trusted him implicitly. Grabbing on to his shoulders, she held on tight.
She felt his right thigh flex and then the swing began to move. Emerald wrapped her hands around his neck, twining her fingers together as Jackson clasped her hips in his hands and began to guide her.
As the swing moved forward, he dragged her close. As the swing drew back, he held her away from him, his cock sliding out until only the head remained inside. This time when the swing came forward, he drove back in hard and deep. Emerald cried out as fire shot from her core to flood the rest of her body.
She began to work with Jackson, catching the rhythm, anticipating each swing. Using his right foot, he kept the swing moving at a slow and steady pace. Emerald writhed in his arms, panting and moaning as desire spiraled higher and higher within her.
A light sheen of perspiration covered her body and Jackson’s shoulders were slick beneath her hands as she stroked them. She felt the familiar contractions begin deep in her womb. Her inner muscles flexing and relaxing. Getting tighter. Tighter.
Jackson slipped one of his hands between her legs and stroked her swollen clitoris. That was all it took to drive her over the edge. Her hips jerked, slamming forward, driving him deep and hard. Contractions rippled through her core, squeezing his cock tight.
She felt the flood of his seed as it filled her, the hot jets of semen pumping through his shaft and into her body. Her inner muscles tightened around him, wringing moans from both of them. Aftershocks were still pulsing through her when she collapsed forward.
Jackson’s strong arms came around her. There was almost a desperate feel in the way he held her so tight that she could barely breathe. Wrapped in each other’s arms, neither of them spoke. As the minutes ticked by, Emerald could feel the closeness slipping away and she didn’t know what to do to hold it.
Knowing she couldn’t stay like this forever, she slowly pushed herself upright. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as the move made his still semi-erect cock flex within her.
Jackson swore and eased himself from her. “We didn’t use a condom.” His voice was flat.
Flustered now that the heat of passion was past, Emerald grabbed the edges of her dress together and began to button them. “It’s okay. I’m on the Pill and I’ve never had sex without a condom before so you don’t have to worry about disease.” She fastened several buttons, not looking at him. It was cowardly, but she didn’t want to face him until she was covered again.
“I’m clean too. I’ve never had sex without a condom. I knew it felt too damn good.”
She stopped what she was doing and scrambled out of his lap. His hands tightened briefly and for a split second she thought he might pull her back into his lap. But the moment passed and he let her go.
His eyes tracked down her body as she stood and she realized that the bottom of her dress was still askew, revealing her damp, glistening pubic hair. Twitching the dress closed, she fastened a few more of buttons, ignoring the one that was missing near the bottom. When she looked back at him, he’d just finished fastening his jeans. She felt hot, sticky and uncomfortable, but Jackson barely had a hair out of place. Leaning back against the swing with his shirt off, he appeared cool and composed.
“There’s nothing for you to worry about.” The heat from his eyes had faded, replaced by the cool, closed expression he’d had when she’d first arrived. “So where does this leave us?” She locked her knees and fisted her hands in her skirt to hide their trembling.