Chapter 27
‘Enjoy the Silence’
Once they had finished in the shower, they moved into the bedroom exhausted. They lay on the bed her in his arms. His fingers skimmed softly, teasing, across her side, down to her thigh.
“You know Rebecca, you’re something else I’ve never met anyone like you.”
Jackson kissed her head tenderly as he playfully grabbed her tattooed bum cheek pulling her closer to him. He was fucking crazy about her. And this was unknown territory for Jackson; he never let himself ever get emotionally involved. He was in and out like the S.A.S. Up until her, he had an uncomplicated life, she twisted him up in knots, and she knew it.
He lay there one arm behind his head, the other still encircled around her, as he pulled her on top of him. He looked into her blue eyes he was lost. Rebecca leaned further up on him and gave him a wicked smile. He could feel his arousal start, as his length started to thicken. She straddled him moving with feline agility
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Rebecca looked down on him from her position. And then she saw it, he was just about to say something; more worrying, He had that look in his eyes. She placed her finger over his lips; “Shhhh, don’t say it” she whispered.
She could feel his hardness stirring. She knelt up on her knees hovering above him, ready to take him yet again. He held his firm pole up, and she slid down on him,
” Mmmmmm” she moaned, moving slowly, knowingly teasing him as she moved down taking him.
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His hands gripped on her hips, pulling her steadily down onto him as he thrust up, he moved with her, matching her rhythm. His hands slid up to her breasts, cupping them firmly she moved quicker. Rebecca leaned into him, her nipple falling into his mouth; he toyed with it, sucking and nipping as he went.
Her hands firmly on his smooth chiseled chest as she rocked back and forth, He went to speak again and she moved over hovering above his mouth, “How much did you miss me?” she purred.
“This much” he replied, as he leaned up meeting her mouth, holding her face in his hands.
His lips were firmly locked on hers as he held her close whilst thrusting his hard cock deep into her to her every groan of pleasure.
“Jesus Rebecca, you don’t know what you do to me” his smoldering eyes burying into hers,
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She rocked still back and forth. She saw that look in his eyes again as he went to speak. Her finger again placed across his lips. She shook her head ‘no’ in a gentle movement.
“NO words Jackson shhh just fuck me”
His eyes buried deeper into her as they moved in unison
“I missed making love to you” he groaned in her ear
“I thought Jackson Harvey didn’t do love”
She mocked him trying to lighten the situation even though she was still rocking harder on him. Rebecca leaned back, her back arched, his hands just over her buttocks steadying her as he thrust harder. He was now on his knees, her on her back.
“It’s too fucking late for that” he said as he rammed his hard length a succession of times into her leaving them both groaning.
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Jackson moved slowly as he lowered down, his arms now shaking, as his cock buried deeper and deeper till erupting with a fury he never felt before. Had he just told her HE loved her? He looked down at the girl who had made him feel like this. ‘Fuck.... I’ve just made love to her, he thought, yes then he well and truly was. And now he couldn’t tell her as she had made it impossible to do so.
He lay there, the evening starting to draw in, her arm draped over his chest as she slept silently. The 2 weeks without her were harder than he had thought. He had really missed her. He knew that on her first night of travel, it was the not being able to talk to her when he wanted to.
He got out of the bed quietly, as not to disturb her from her sleep. Thank god they had turned off the music when they had gone into the room after leaving the bathroom earlier.
He walked naked into the opening of the living area and made for the kitchen opening the fridge. The light illuminated his perfect torso. He shook his head, as he had expected nothing. There were two choices to be made, he could order in or go out and pick up a few essentials.
She had only returned back to her apartment, he knew that as he saw her walk into the building. He knew she was coming home today. He was glad he had taken the chance and waited for her. Thank god he had check the flight arrivals times. There were only two flights due in that day. He had chosen correctly.
Jackson found himself walking back into the room where she slept reaching for his heap of clothes and started to dress.
He walked back to the open plan kitchen, He sat on one of the bar stools at the counter writing her a note. He didn’t want her waking up alone, and wondering where he was.
Hey sleepy head,
Just popped out,
You have only water in the fridge!!!!
I’ll be back soon.
Love & Kisses on all your pink bits
Jackson. Xx
He placed the note on his pillow, and leaned in kissing her head gently, as he tenderly stroked her soft blond hair off her face. He grabbed her keys off the console table as he passed it, and out through the door.
Jackson walked to the local store, which was only a short walk from Rebecca’s and walked up and down the aisles placing selected items in the small trolley he pushed. Overhead the store music was playing.
He’d never even done the normal day to day thing with a woman, never mind doing food shopping for one. And the thing was, he really didn’t mind doing anything with her.
As he got to the cash tills, the young teller popped the items through the scanner while she smiled at him turning a nice shade of scarlet; her friendly colleague was making ‘Phorr gestures with thrusting movements behind his back.
He had turned just to catch her mid thrust, as she froze motion like a child with their hand in the cookie jar. He laughed to himself, as he shook his head, the poor teller still dying of embarrassment.
Jackson paid, and walked the short distance back to Rebecca’s apartment wishing he had brought his car as the few essentials had turned into four bags of shopping.
Tonight he was going to cook for her.
He was grateful of the elevator and not having to haul the bags up the stairs, as he stepped inside the lift, he listened to the ‘The girl from ipanema’ which played softly from the overhead speaker housed in the ceiling of the lift. Jackson stepped out when the doors opened to her floor, and walked the short distance to the door and opened it. He stepped through, looking around to see if she was up, as he walked to the kitchen counter placing all four bags on the Brushed steel countertop and started to put the items away.
Jackson walked back into the bedroom, she hadn’t stirred. He removed the note from the pillow, crumpling it up, and throwing it in the bin while secretly shouting ‘Goal’ in his head, before heading back into the kitchen
Not knowing what to do with himself, Jackson walked into the lounge area, and sat on her couch reaching for the remote on the coffee table in front of him popping thru the channels on the TV. It wasn’t long, before the suited man came into his head again. He wandered at first if he should have told her about the suited man coming to his office. She hadn’t mentioned him at all in any conversation.
Anything he had asked her she answered. Even about the night that David fucker had hit her.
So why not mention this suited guy. But the suited man never said who he was. In a way he was almost afraid, to ask her and that’s why he didn’t. Had she been in love with this guy?
He knew he had put himself into a corner, not telling her about that day; when she flown off. It wasn’t like he could have slipped it into the conversation.
He got up and headed to the fridge, and pulled out one of the bottles of lager, twisting the cap off, which he threw, it pinged as it swirled around the sink, bouncing off its brushed steel walls before landing and spinning on its e
dge until it stopped falling into the plug hole, at that point he was back sitting down.
He sipped the bottle deep in thought.
“Oh yes Rebecca, the day you flew out on business I had this nicely suited man in my office demanding to know where you were. Oh and who the fuck was he?.
Yeah that would have gone down well. Fuck, who was this guy?
Yes Jackson was on strange ground indeed, he was uncomfortable with this love thing. It was the very reason why he cut and run. He sat there, for the first time he was the one experiencing the coldness that he so thoughtlessly gave. Was karma giving him a kick in the nuts or what?
He always knew she was a tough cookie, and he said it many a time, she was the female version of him. They were too alike in every way. He was captivated hock line and sinker. It was everything about her, beauty, her sassiness’, and her charm; birds from trees. No she had them dropping off their perches and queuing up outside her window.
She had turned the tables on him without him even knowing it. He laughed to himself, shaking his head Oh Jackson what have you got yourself into old boy? Jackson looked at his Cartier watch she had been asleep since their marathon sex session earlier.
He finished the bottle, and placed it on the table before him and walked to the bedroom and undressed He stood there naked watching her, before sliding under the covers to her. As he moved closer she turned her back for him to cuddle in. He felt her soft skin as his hands slid around her, he could feel himself go hard instantly, and his rod hardening as it nestled between her silky thighs.
“Hmm.... Jason”
Rebecca murmured, eyes still closed, her hand reaching behind her to his neck pulling him into her, in her sleepy state.
At that time, he had been kissing her exposed shoulder. He backed away slightly as not to disturb her. Hurt now on Jackson’s face, having been called someone else’s name that was another first for him.
Who the fuck was this Jason? Then it dawned on him.
Jason had to be the suited guy in his office. He had seen him at that function and he had seen her reaction to him walking over. Fuck that, it was his time now, he wanted Rebecca, and he had since he’d first spoken to her., Jackson knew Rebecca and he, were very well suited, most of all he knew he loved her.
He pushed the thoughts out of his head as he felt her push back onto him, beckoning him. His hard rod was very obliging, as it found her opening; he slid himself into her, his hand cupping, squeezing her breast with every thrust he made.
She turned her face into him to kiss him, as he thrust his length moving back and forth a perfect motion. She moaned, her mouth finding his again, as their tongues glided and danced. He withdrew, she lay on her back, and her eyes were fixed on him,
He slid again into her, pumping his hardness in and out of her slowly teasing her with his tip. She leaned up and licked and sucked at his chest, her tongue rolling around his nipple as she nipped it firmly. All the while, he drove, deeper and deeper, filling her with his cock as she moaned for more.
He looked down at the ‘Minx’ that lay in ecstasy underneath him taking his full length. She pulled him to her, meeting his lips, their mouths joining again. The sweat was now rolling down them both, as they moved as one. Rebecca leaned back onto the mattress flat except for the involuntary arching of her back.
Her hands stretched up towards the headboard as she used it to push down on him as she met his thrusting frenzy.
” Harder Jackson, harder” she groaned as he felt his load build.
“You want it harder do you? Turnover and grab the headboard” he ordered. As he pulled out, she popped over onto her knees, grabbing the headboard firmly, her back arched eagerly to take him once again.
He moved up to her, his length finding her again with great ease as he slid into her once again. He grabbed her hips and started to pound his cock in her ferociously. She threw her head back looking at him she purred
“Fuck me Jackson, Fuck me harder”
He could only respond by driving his hard cock faster and harder, as he pounded into her. Rebecca’s moans of “Oh yeah Oh yeah, Harder Jackson, harder fuck me, fuck me” he could feel himself build; he knew he was near, and he wouldn’t be able to keep this pace for long without cuming.
She moved her hips with every thrust he made, he felt his pace quicken as she drove down meeting him. His hands again on her breasts, she straightened herself up vertical with him. His driving force almost became a continuous movement, as he erupted; he pulled her closer to him her back pressed firmly to his chest as he filled her.
They’re lips locked as he pumped his load deep in her. They were both breathless, him still in her as they still kissed. He pulled slowly out of her, his body still tingling, she moved down onto her side, each trying to catch their breaths.
Rebecca patted the bed beckoning him to join her. He didn’t need asking twice as he lay next to her as they embraced. He held her close as they breathed as one. Yep, he had fallen for her hard.
Jackson had never felt like this about anyone. That night, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
When he awoke that morning, he got up throwing on his trousers and headed for the kitchen, leaving Rebecca still asleep in the bed. He put on only his trousers, looking at her sleeping while fixing his belt.
As he cooked that name screamed like a siren ‘Jason’. Who the fuck was this Jason? He knew she was sleep when she had said it. The name replayed again and again in his head. She had never said his name before, he would have remembered. Well hopefully he had fucked the Jason out of her,
He returned to the bedroom with breakfast, he placed the tray on his side of the bed on the bedside unit. He crawled onto the bed, peppering her with soft tender kisses.
“Morning Beautiful, I have breakfast for you, ‘Eggs Benedict, you’ve two halves of an English muffin, topped with bacon, poached eggs, and I made this Hollandaise sauce’.
“Ohh that sounds yummy” she said as she tried to rouse herself, rubbing her eyes as she sat up. He placed the tray in front of her.
“I’ve coffee on. I found your peculator, so give me a few minutes and I’ll be with you”. He left her with a playful wink.
She sat there; it smelled gorgeous, as she started to eat.
Jackson was back now standing in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to brew. He couldn’t shake it, again he found his mind wondering who was this Jason Chap.
It had to be, it could only be the suited man, it was the only logical answer. He knew he couldn’t take the chance of bringing it up. Yup, that ship has sailed for you Jason mate.
He poured her coffee and walked back into the bedroom to Rebecca, who had only managed to eat half of one of the contents of the two muffins if that. She saw he had must have gone to a lot of effort, and he looked hurt.
“I’m sorry I can’t eat anymore, it was lovely, but I think I’m still sleepy”.
She smiled at him whilst she rubbed her eyes again. Even first thing in the morning she was still beautiful. Jackson winked at her playfully.
“Well… go back to sleep then, and don’t worry. I picked up a few things for you yesterday seeing you only had water in your refrigerator. I got some fillet steak, as I know what a carnivore you are. So go to sleep and I’ll cook when you get up okay?”
She looked at the handsome man sat on her bed.
“Have you eaten yet?” she asked him concern on her face.
“Not yet, I’ll do something for myself when you’re asleep.”
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