Page 22 of Running Into The Grump

“I want to know what your thoughts are,” I finally told him, gripping his shirt yet again and tossing it. My eyes look their full as my hands ran over him.

Finally, he grabbed my hands and held them above my head as he leaned down to kiss me, his tongue mixing with mine. I arched against him, needing so much more.

With a groan, he tore his lips away and moved them down my neck as he lifted my shirt up and tied my hands. I glanced up at them with a smirk before watching him. His eyes danced over my body before his lips and hands teased my breasts and nipples, making me gasp.

“How sensitive are you?”

“Very,” I told him.

“This is going to be a lot of fun then,” he teased, his hands moving to my shorts as his teeth and tongue teased my nipples into hard pebbles.

“Jackson,” I moaned, trying to move so I could pull him closer, but instead he just pulled back so he could finish undressing the both of us.

“Fuck, you are a beautiful woman, Jacqueline.”

I felt my body heat up under his gaze and he smirked, his hand running over my thighs before moving up and over my center.

I arched against his hand, making him hiss at the wetness he felt there.

“Damn baby, you’re soaked. All because of me?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

He removed his hand to suck on his fingers and he groaned. “Best damn tasting thing. Later, I’m going to have to have a proper taste.”

I had never had anyone go down on me. Usually, the thought would turn me off, but with this man, I wanted everything.

“But right now, Vixen, I need to feel you wrapped around my cock. Are you okay with that?”

“More than okay,” I answered, nodding my head quickly.

He leaned over me, his arms resting by my head and he captured my lips again as I felt him shift to settle between my thighs. I felt the head of his dick at my entrance, and I was nearly panting with need.

“I don’t have a condom,” he said and I shook my head.

“I’m clean. And I’m on a pill.”

“Is this, um, your first time?”

I gave him a mock glare, trying to push him off of me, but he quickly held me down.

“No, I’m not a virgin. Not many lovers, but not a virgin.”

“Then I guess I better make it good for you, Vixen.”

I wanted to tell him that I felt anything with him would be good no matter what. That it was feelings and not just sex.

“I trust you.”

He stared down at me as he nudged himself in further, his tip slowly easing into me before he pulled back out. Again, he slowly entered, teasing me once more that I growled at him.

“Jackson,” I whined.

With a wicked grin, he slammed into me, feeling him to the base and I cried out, my legs locking around his.

“Holy shit,” I cried, feeling far fuller than I had ever before.

This was right.