by Cam Johns
"No...I tried...but I couldn't." I could hear the despair in his voice. Maybe he thinks I'm going to leave. I walk over to him and start roaming my hands on his back.
"Jackson, I'm not going anywhere." I say hoping he would relax. He turns to face me.
"You're not?" He asks, his eyes showing his impatience.
I giggle. "No baby...It'll take more than that to get rid of me."
He smiles. "I'm so relieved."
"I can tell." I say slightly amused. I wrap my arms around his waist as he holds me tight, putting his nose in my hair, his Jackson smell exhilarating. I sink into his arms feeling secure. Yes, I do believe this is where I'm supposed to be. I look up at him, staring into his rousing blues.
"I'm ready." I whisper.
His eyes widen. "You sure?"
"I'm sure." He waits a second to make sure I won’t change my mind, but I'm done waiting. I pull his head down to my lips, kissing him softly. He pulls me into him tight as if I could be any closer. I slide my tongue into his mouth, searching for his and back out. His hands begin to roam slowly down my back as he intensifies our kiss sucking on my bottom lip. His hands land on my butt and grip my cheeks to lift me onto his waist. His strength and ease is such a turn on. He kisses me harder as I run my fingers through his hair as he likes. He carries me to the bed slowly and sits so that I'm straddling him. I feel him pulsating beneath me as he grabs and squeezes my butt. I get hotter and wetter down there as I grind on him hard. We let out soft moans of intensity into each other's mouth. I leave his lips, pulling his hair back to kiss down his neck and work my way around to his ear nibbling on it.
"Oh God baby." He whispers breathing heavily.
"I want you so bad Jackson." I whisper into his ear. He growls at me then grabs my hair to pull my head back up and kisses me again. Harder. He stops suddenly and looks at me. "I'm not stopping Jackson." I say, screw faced looking down at him.
He chuckles. "Don't worry. Stand up." I want to ask why, but decide against it and do as I'm told. "Take your shirt off." I look at him, confused. It's dark in here, but the moonlight gives him more than enough light to see me clearly. I nervously hurry to take my shirt off. "No... slowly. You’re beautiful so don't be shy." I blush at the compliment and do as I'm told. I take my tank top off slowly. "Bra." I unsnap the bra taking it off slowly, freeing my ample breast and tossing it at him. He chuckles. "Pants." I do as I'm told, stepping out of my “stretchies” not as gracefully, revealing my boy short underwear. "Leave the panties...show me." I look at him, again, confused. He spins his finger telling me to turn around. "Oh your ass looks fantastic in those". When I turn back around, he's standing behind me. He backs me up against the wall staring down at me alluringly. Grabbing my ponytail, he pulls my head back, kissing my neck and runs his teeth along my chin .Ah. He lowers down to my breasts.
"Ah." I moan enjoying his mouth devouring me. As I squirm against him. He moves down lower, now on his knees kissing my love handles. He turns me around quickly and starts to kiss my butt cheeks softly. "Oh god." I whisper into the wall. Every kiss makes me want him more. He slowly pulls my underwear down, lifting my legs out of them. He comes back up and forcefully spreads my cheeks, sticking his tongue inside and pushing me against the wall. "Oh Fuck!" I belt out slightly mortified, but unable to deny the pleasure. He growls into me slightly, biting my ass. I feel the warm rumble of his groans vibrating through me, making me wetter. He spins me quickly, lifting both my legs onto his shoulders slamming his tongue in my pussy, licking my clitoris vigorously. Oh my goodness, his tongue is magical. "Oh my God baby!" I scream out. Holy Shit! He stands, sliding my back up the wall with him. "Fuck!" I yell, slightly frightened but instantly turned on by his strength. I grab his hair and grind against his face. Hard. He licks me furiously, perfectly as I stare down to him, watching me enjoy his assault. "Jack-son...Oh my God...I'm gon-na cum!" He growls into me as I explode down his throat. I hold on to him as my body convulses. Oh wow…that was invigorating. He grabs me tight so I won't wiggle too much as he sucks it out of me. He slowly brings my legs down to his waist and I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him vehemently, sucking his tongue as we exchange my juices.
He lays me on the bed gently then stands, watching me as he grabs a condom from his nightstand. I cup my breasts, playing with them as I stare back at him, my legs bent and open. Ready. "Karisma, I'm so happy I have you now.” He drops his pants stepping out of them. My eyes shoot to his penis while he rolls the condom on...it's huge. Oh goodness…I wasn’t prepared for that. He crawls up, sliding me back a little. He kisses me softly then lets two of his fingers roam down to my warmth and slides them in.
"Ah." I whisper in his ear.
"Oh, you're so wet and tight baby." He whispers. He grabs for himself lining up against me. My breathing gets heavier anticipating his large swollen dick to enter me. "Relax baby." He slides his other hand down my face and kisses me softly and slowly. His touch calms me instantaneously. He slams into me hard and fast.
"Jackson!" I yell out.
He pulls out slowly and back in as he looks down at me with loving concern. I wrap my arms around his back, letting him know I'm okay. He starts to move back and forth inside of me, his engorged dick stretching me to fit him. The pain has now become ultimately pleasurable. I want all of him. I wrap my legs around his waist and lift my pelvis with him, thrust for thrust.
"Yes...oh God baby." He whispers. He moves faster and harder into me as he looks up, raising my hands above my head. He lays on me, holding my hands in place, not letting me move while he pounds into me. "I want you to cum again." He watches me indulge in him while his healing blues penetrate my bruised heart. I stare back at him as feelings I didn't know I had start to flutter through me. My heart sinks the longer he stares at me. Into me. I'm going to fall in love with him quickly...I know it. He comes down and kisses me, his devotion pulsates through me as he starts to pound into me and faster. I quiver as I'm about to release myself onto him. He releases my lips abruptly. "Oh...baby...fuck!" He yells out. He thrusts hard into me one last time and we release our passion together. He falls on top of me, kissing me softly, then abruptly sits up and looks down at me. "Oh baby, thank you." He says panting. I look at him confused. "For letting me have you." I smile at him, blushing and grab for him pulling him to my lips. I kiss him softly again. "I hope you let me have all of you soon." He whispers in my ear before pulling out of me and throwing the condom in the waste bin. He reaches for my hand and pulls me to him. "Are you okay?" He asks, holding me up.
"Hmmm, yeah." I whisper, tired. He holds me as he pulls the blanket back and lays me down covering me. He climbs over to the other side and gets under the cover sliding behind me wrapping his arm at my waist.
"You're mine now." He whispers.
"Hmmm." Is all I could get out.
He chuckles. "Sleep." He kisses me on my head, and before I know it I'm sound sleep.
The next morning I wake up taking in the smell of wet grass and morning rain. I look over at Jackson, who is sprawled comfortably on his back across his large bed, knocked out. I climb out of bed, careful not to disturb him and run to my closet, quietly getting my robe. I peek into his room and he hasn't moved. I decide I'll make breakfast if Mrs. Johnson hasn't already. I head downstairs and put on a pot of coffee. Mrs. Johnson is nowhere around, so I assume it's safe to cook. I check in the fridge to see what's available. It's fully stocked, so I decide on vegetable omelets and bacon. I start cutting and slicing the peppers, onions and tomatoes, thinking about our love making last night. It was so perfect…I felt anyway. Oh, his tongue is magnificent...I start to get wet thinking about it. Jeez.
"Deep in thought?" Jackson says, appearing out of nowhere.
"I guess you can say that." We both smile, acknowledging the familiarity of this conversation. However, I certainly wasn't thinking about Kevin this time. He walks behind me, kissing me on the head and wrapping his arms around my waist.
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"Yeah...I hope you're good with an omelet."
"Whatever you make, I'll eat." He says walking to sit on the stool opposite me.
"That's good to know."
"Mrs. Johnson is off today. We have the house to ourselves." He says with a devilish smirk.
I giggle. "How about we get through breakfast?"
"Well if we must," he stands, "I'll get the plates and stuff." I finish up with the omelets and bacon to bring it to the table as he makes our coffee. "Black, two sugars right." He says smiling.
"How did you know?" Not remembering if I mentioned that at some point.
"I watched you yesterday."
"As observant as ever, Jackson." I wait for him to try it before I eat.
"It's delicious baby. Thank you." He says stuffing his face. I smile happy he's pleased.
We sit quietly, enjoying breakfast, holding each other's hand across the table. Afterwards, I stand to clear the plates and he helps me to the kitchen. I start to run the water in the sink.
"Later." He says and grabs my waist pulling me into him. "I think I'll have you in here." He says kissing me hard, pulling me against him as close as possible. He bends and lifts my legs to his waist. I think he enjoys picking me up. Maybe he knows that turns me on. He sits me softly on the center island and unties my robe, letting it slide down my arms. He is trailing kisses from my shoulder to my neck, then pulls a condom from his pants before letting them fall to the floor. He kisses me softly as he rolls the condom on, then wastes no time sticking me hard.
"Agh!" I yell out. He lays me down on the counter and pulls me into him as my legs are wrapped around his waist, tight. He pounds into me fast and deep.
"You. Feel. So. Good." He says impaling me as he uses his thumb to rub my clit. Ah. His touch unravels me as he thrusts into me harder. "Yeah, cum all over me baby." I convulse, unable to move my hands because they're trapped under my robe. He grabs my breasts with both his hands and pounds into me hard and fast. "Look at me." He says. I do as I'm told and he begins to tremble and constrict on top of me. He throws his head back and releases, standing steady. His satisfied blues look down at me as he pulls me up quickly and kisses me holding me tight.
"You brought a condom with you I see." I say smiling still spent.
He chuckles. "I needed you again. I'm surprised I waited until after breakfast."
"Well...can I free my hands now?" He looks at me confused. I look down at my trapped hands.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry.” He lifts me slightly with one arm and pulls the robe down so it falls to the floor and sits me back on the counter.
"You kept me from touching you." I say pouting. He places my hands on his chest and I roam freely feeling every muscle. I pull him to me, wrapping my arms and legs around him tight and kiss him softly as he returns my desire earnestly.
"What do you wanna do today?" He asks, caressing my face.
"Well, I'm going to clean this mess up first," I say pointing at the sink, "then I thought maybe we'd relax by the pool today." I say quietly, wanting to take advantage of this semi nice day.
"You have a suit?" He asks lifting my head.
"Yes."
"Okay...all the years I've been here, I've never even been in that pool."
"What? Why?" I asked confused.
"All work and no play."
"Well, we're gonna change that baby."
"That changed the day you came to work for me." I cock my head to the side.
"How so?"
"I never went out with Lizzie before you. The minute she said you were going I was all too eager." He says smiling. I kiss him softly. "C'mon. Let's clean so we can change." He lets me down and hands me my robe. "Here, put this on, Logan will be walking the perimeter soon"
"Is this because of Kevin?" I ask putting it on.
"Yes...the grounds are pretty safe, but Jonathan insists on this extra precaution."
"What about when I'm out?" I say suddenly feeling a little frightened for some reason…now that I know the truth. Jackson walks over to me, sliding the back of his hand down my face.
"Don't worry, you're always protected even when you don't think you are." He says reassuring me. I smile, content with his answer.
After we finish cleaning the kitchen, he takes my hand to lead me upstairs and releases me at my closet, kissing my forehead. I decide on my blue polka halter suit with matching boy short bottoms. I think he'll appreciate how my butt looks in these. I remove the weave from my hair and show mine, leaving it down. Maybe he won't notice. After washing up and changing, I timidly walk into his room where he's sitting on the couch with his laptop. "I'm ready, but if you have work to do, I can go down alone for now." He looks up at me, wide eyed and gawking.
"Come here...now.” I walk over to him as he slides his laptop to the couch. He pulls me on top of him, straddling him. "You look stunning...how am I gonna keep my hands off you?"
I giggle. "Try hard." He growls and kisses me softly.
"Let's go before I fuck you again." I laugh as I stand up and walk towards the door. "Oh my...look. At. That. Ass… nope...I think I'll have you now.” He stands quickly, making me run from him, but he catches me before I reach the stairs. He pushes me against the wall and lifts me around his waist, kissing me hard. "Running from me will only make me want you more, sexy." He kisses me quickly. "But I'll let you win this battle." I giggle as he lets me down. "You're hair looks beautiful by the way. You don't need the extensions." I smile, surprised he even noticed. "Let's go."
We head down and around the stairs where I've never gone. At the back of the house are large windows with sliding doors in the middle. He grabs a couple of towels and suntan lotion from the closet, then grabs my hand, leading me through the sliding glass doors and onto a large patio. There are a few couches with a fire pit, a large table and chairs with umbrella and a built in mini kitchen. We step down and walk around the side following the cobblestone path toward the pool. "Where would you like to sit?" I point to the lounge chairs under the shade. He smiles down at me and kisses my forehead before walking over to the shade. "Stand there." He commands. He spreads the towels across the chairs and gets the suntan lotion. He saunters back over to me and massages the lotion over my entire uncovered body. "It's all yours." He says pointing to the chair.
"Well maybe I wanted to lotion you up too." I say, pouting. He hands me the lotion.
"I'm all yours." I smile excitedly and start at his feet, taking my time as I work my way up both his legs. At the top, I massage it in his back first and work my way to the front of him. He looks down at me adoringly as I massage the lotion on his chiseled chest and stomach. I slowly rub the top of his trunks so that my fingers slide across his pelvis. The man is a statue. He balls his hands in a fist I guess to keep from lifting me to his waist again. When I finish with his arms, I wrap them around me.
"I think I might've enjoyed that too much baby." I say, reaching for his neck.
"Not as much as me," he says lifting me to his waist, "you almost got pounded...hard." He attacks my lips aggressively.
"Ugh hmm." Logan appears out of nowhere, interrupting us. I wiggle, trying to shimmy down.
"No!" Jackson snaps. I stop and hide my face in his shoulder, totally embarrassed. "Yes Logan?" Jackson asks calmly as possible.
"The perimeter is secure. I'll be in the security office if you need me sir."
"Thank you Logan." I hear Logan walk away. He shrugs his shoulder so I'd lift my head up. "You'll have to get comfortable with being interrupted, even when we're cuddling." I smile and kiss him softly. He lets me down finally.
"I appreciate that you don’t snap on the people that work for you." He cocks his head to the side.
"Is that why you don’t deal with your mother?"
"She's a tyrant to everyone...and you're just a tyrant to me." I say giggling.
He pulls me into him. "Oh I'm a tyrant, am I? I'll show you a tyrant." All of a sudden he jumps into the pool with me in his arms. I jump up, wa
iling, waving my arms above my head, struggling to swim. "Oh my God! Baby!" He swims to me quickly trying to hold me up. "I thought you could swim."
"I can." I push his head down in the water then swim away. He grabs my foot pulling me back.
"Get over here!" He yells playfully as if he’s Scorpion from Mortal Kombat. He grabs me into his arms. “You sneaky, sneaky woman." I laugh at him wrapping my arms around his neck.
We play in the water and lie by the pool for hours until he gets a phone call from a client. "I'll be right back baby." He says getting up to go inside. I decide to go for one last swim before I head in. His pool is so long, that by the time I make it back Jackson is standing at the edge, watching me. I wipe the water from my face.
"Hey." I say smiling.
"Hey. You ready to go in?"
"Yeah." I say climbing out of the water. He grabs a towel to dry me off. “Thank you. How about I make dinner for us?"
"Sounds like a plan. I have some calls to make…will you be okay on your own?"
"Yep." He kisses me and grabs my hand to walk inside.
Once inside, he kisses my forehead and goes into the study through a door I hadn't noticed earlier. I head upstairs to change into some dry clothes and dry my hair. Heading back downstairs, I peek at the study and the door is open. Jackson is sitting behind his desk, on the phone, typing away on his keyboard. I walk through the living and dining rooms to get to the kitchen. Spotting the iPod on the wall, I skim through to make a playlist of slow jams before I start cooking. Once I hit the play button, Tamar Braxton Let Me Know blasts through the ceiling. I rush to the panel on the wall to turn it down for me just to hear, and peek down the hall to make sure Jackson wasn't disturbed. He's so far away I doubt it bothered him...and it hasn't.
I walk over to the fridge, swaying to the music, dancing with the door of the fridge. You know how women do when we get into a song. I settle on baked barbecue chicken, maybe some brown rice and sautéed mixed vegetable. I start cleaning and preparing the chicken, sashaying and singing with the song, trying not to be too loud. I can't believe how at home I feel in his house as I start to remember our love-capade on this counter. He really wanted me. As I season the chicken the next song comes on. When You Touch Me puts me in a sensual mood as I put the food in the oven and set the timer. I have thirty minutes. I start daydreaming of Jackson inside me while I am swaying to the music. He's going to have to take a break.