Part 5 (2/2)
”C'mon, chere, just let me make you feel good. I promise I won't hurt you.” He finger-f.u.c.ked her, and she could tell by the urgency that he wasn't far from stripping her and bending her over the log. And she wanted to feel him inside her-she was about to combust from need and want.
”Jackson, I can't... not right now.”
”Sure you can, baby. I know you want it bad as I do-I can feel your p.u.s.s.y tightenin ' around my fingers-I bet you gonna feel good on my c.o.c.k!” He pulled one of her earlobes between his teeth and slid his tongue expertly around the outer sh.e.l.l.
Jackson softly murmured something in French in her ear as his fingers slipped in and out, sliding against her c.l.i.t with every thrust, pumping, searching, demanding.
”No!” She pushed him away once more, freeing his hand from inside her clothing.
”Okay. No harm in tryin'.” He grinned wickedly, letting his tongue taste his bottom lip then bringing his fingers up to lick one at a time.
Marilyn could hardly breathe. Her body cried out for his touch, even as her mind blasted her for allowing things to move so fast, before she had the chance to explain why she was there.
”Whew!” she exclaimed, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s rising and falling as she sucked in one deep breath after another. ”Speedy Gonzales, huh?”
”Chere, when Speedy Gonzales says 'It won't take long-Did it?', that's not me. When a Creole says 'It won't take long', he doesn't ask 'Did it?' until three... four... mebbe five days later.”
She squirmed against his erection and said wryly, ”Well, that certainly didn't take long... did it?”
”Jess like a good bread baked on a low, steady heat.” He winked. ”Quick to rise, slow to burn.”
Marilyn's lips twitched as she fought back a chuckle. ”I see, and I suppose you've always got the...uh...proper wrap for that loaf, don't you?”
He smiled slowly and fished a small foil packet out of his jeans pocket. ”No good cook comes unprepared when he's about to get a rise out of somethin' special, darlin'!”
”Cook.” Marilyn forced a smile through gritted teeth. Cook. ”So you expected something would heat up, did you? That's not very flattering to think I'd be so quick to rise to the occasion.”
”Didn't expect, chere. Antic.i.p.ated.” He paused, his eyes darkening even further, if that were possible. ”I hoped.” He c.o.c.ked his head and gave her a charming smile then puckered his lips, blowing her a barely perceptible kiss, the sound escaping on a mere whisper in the wind.
Marilyn's senses exploded in all directions. She wanted him-ba-a-ad. d.a.m.n that slow southern drawl. Jack seemed to lapse into his Creole roots more with each syllable once he was aroused.
”You know you want me, chere.” He cupped his c.o.c.k and moaned softly. ”And you can see quite clearly that I want you.”
Her heart somersaulted. d.a.m.n the man's insufferable charm and arrogance for knowing her too well. What can it hurt?
”C'mere, you.” Jackson crooked a little finger, like a snake charming her. ”Wanna try again?”
She nodded, unable to speak. What are you doing? she asked herself. Keep your a.s.s on that log-don't get up-don't...no, don't stand up and straddle him, you idiot. He'll just slip his fingers inside your p.u.s.s.y and...oh, d.a.m.n...that does feel good!
She leaned into him, and his lips closed around one of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, suckling her through the material. She closed her eyes and moaned, her body heating, ready to explode from the touch of his fingers sliding in and out, rubbing her c.l.i.t.
Then she felt her zipper sliding slowly downwards, the backs of his hands against her stomach, and she heard the tiny sound of metal teeth as he unzipped his own pants.
Clasping his shoulders, she rose a bit, giving him more freedom to release his c.o.c.k, not daring to look at him, even in the dark that shrouded them. Did he still have that condom? Ah, yes... d.a.m.n it. She didn't want anything separating their bodies, not even a thin film of latex, but she'd take Jackson Delacroix any way she could get him at this point. She had to feel that thick c.o.c.k she'd imagined inside her, filling her, completing her.
He didn't disappoint her. As his hands cupped her a.s.s, he nudged his hips closer to hers, guiding himself into her with a couple of tentative then decisive thrusts, the wide expanse of his hands gripping her a.s.s, molding her body to his, driving into her with a steely determination that took her breath away.
”You got a hot body, chere.” His voice was m.u.f.fled but distinctive against her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as he continued suckling her, moving his mouth from one breast to the other. ”I love a tight, juicy p.u.s.s.y. Makes my d.i.c.k feel like it's gonna explode.”
Marilyn had never had a man talk dirty to her during s.e.x, and she loved it! Every time his voice vibrated against her chest, each time he uttered a low, animalistic groan and with every syllable that came out of his mouth, her p.u.s.s.y muscles cycled from one spasm to another.
Jackson's hands left her a.s.s and traveled north, exploring her back, her shoulders. ”I feel you,” he whispered. ”I know you want to come for me.”
Marilyn stifled a scream as her mind and body reacted once more, this time with a shocking burst of energy that blazed and ricocheted like a magic bullet, shattering her self-control and leaving her shaking and clinging to him.
His hard, slick shaft and his ability to bring her to such a quick, surreal culmination of her own desires shocked her. Then when he gave another series of sharp thrusts and moaned against her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, she came again, this time more violently than before.
He suckled her nipples, teasing and pulling at them with his tongue. ”Stay with me a second or two longer.” Then he gave a final push, a deep growl accompanying his release.
Marilyn instinctively lowered her lips to meet his, kissing him wildly. d.a.m.n, what a ride!
”Where you been all my life, chere?” Jack rested his head against her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, clasping her body to his. ”I don't recall ever havin' a woman feel this good.”
She was speechless. How did a girl respond to someone like Jackson Delacroix? If this was just a quickie on the riverbank, she could only imagine what it must be like to hold him for hours, having that thick c.o.c.k inside her p.u.s.s.y and his magnificent arms holding her.
Just then Chuck and Colette emerged from inside the cabin, still laughing at whatever had them entertained, their voices drifting downhill to yank Marilyn out of the magnetic energy field that pulled her towards Jackson.
”Oh!” Marilyn touched her lips with her fingertips and tried to move away.
”No need to hurry,” Jack said, pulling her back onto his lap, his deep voice sending tremors of uncertainty throughout her body. ”Chuck knows we won't have gone too far.” He ran his tongue over his lips and moaned as he looked at her lips hungrily, as if he'd only sampled what he wanted to completely devour.
”W-we need to go back!” Marilyn said breathlessly, stumbling as her feet finally touched earth. ”I-I-I didn't come here for this!” She straightened her clothing. ”I mean...I had a good time...thank you!” She bent and kissed his lips quickly. ”Jesus. I can't believe that just happened.”
Jack didn't argue. He stood, zipped his jeans and then clasped her hand once more. ”Normally things don't move so fast for me. You kinda took me by surprise.”
”No, it was great, really. I-we just need to get back to the cabin.”
”Let me lead you. These rocks are kinda tricky if you don't know where you're going. Never know when you might grab hold of a snake thinkin' it's a grapevine or sumpin'.”
After that, Marilyn wouldn't have let go of him if a tornado had blown in.
By the time they'd climbed the hill and were a few yards from the cabin, Chuck and Colette spotted them and waved, as did an elderly man and woman.
”Hiya, Jack!” the man called.
Jack lifted his head and smiled. ”Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer, you're out fis.h.i.+n' kinda late.”
He pointed to their tackle box and poles.
”Best time,” Mrs. Sawyer said. ”Not as many onlookers. Speaking of which, I look forward to seeing you around the grill in a day or two. Looks like you'll have lots of company-new people coming in every hour.”
Before Jack could ask her what she was talking about, Chuck and Colette approached, and the elderly couple waved and continued on their way down the embankment.
”What have you two been up to?” Colette's eyes twinkled.
”Jack thinks he knows why I'm here,” Marilyn announced breathlessly, sitting back down in the chair she'd occupied before leaving with Jack to view the river. A wave of regret slammed over her. She wasn't sorry she'd f.u.c.ked him, but now the truth had to come out. Why did s.e.x always seem to change everything?
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