“Off,” she said against his lips. “Take my shorts off.”
He made quick work of stripping her bare, holding her with one strong arm against him as he maneuvered out of his own clothes and pushed into her. She couldn’t repress the moan of pleasure that sailed from her lips as he wrapped his big, strong hands around her hips, sliding her along his thick cock over and over again. She matched his urgency with her unsated needs, sucking and nipping at his neck the way she knew he loved—and he satisfied her needs the way he knew no other man ever could.
“Fuck, Laney—”
“Tell me,” she pleaded. “You know I love to hear it.”
“Fuck. You’re so tight, so hot. It’s too electric.” He quickened his efforts, his head tipping back with a groan as he found the pleasure points that sent spears like fireworks through her chest.
“More,” she begged.
He tightened his grip, moving into shallower water as he took her breast in his mouth and sucked hard.
“Ohgodohgod!” Shocks of pain and excruciatingly erotic sensations stroked through her. “More, Jackson. I need more of you.”
“Fuck. You’re gonna make me come.” He held her still. “Laney…”
“Don’t come yet,” she begged. “This feels too good.”
He carried her from the water and laid her beneath him on their blanket, then drove into her. Pinning her knees between his arms and chest, he thrust in deep time and time again.
“Fuck,” he growled, eyes closed, jaw tense, and glorious body moving in perfect rhythm with hers.
She loved the feel of his body pounding hard against her, in her, and the pleasure that vibrated through her with every stroke. She rocked her hips as he pressed in hard, and she spiraled over the edge, clawing his back as her insides shattered and pulsed around him. She held on tight to his wet skin while he slowed his efforts and released her legs, then ran his tongue over her taut nipples.
“Jackson,” she said in a heated breath. “Please…”
“This might be our last weekend, and I’m not going to hurry through it.” He lifted his eyes to hers and then turned his attention back to her body—but not before she saw the sadness in his gaze.
She pushed at his chest, fighting to keep her own emotions at bay. “Over,” she said, and he obliged, shifting onto his back while holding tightly to her, keeping their bodies joined.
She cupped his cheeks and searched his eyes. “No more talking about that. I want this with you. Just us. Now. Here. Got it?”
He grinned and pulled her into a savagely rough kiss. She held on to his shoulders and rode him hard as he filled his hands with her breasts and loved them with his mouth some more, sending her back over the edge again and again. Just when she was sure her body had nothing left to give, he sat up, shifted her beneath him, and sealed his lips over hers as he loved her slowly to deliciously sweet ecstasy.
“Close your eyes,” he said before kissing each lid.
Her body melted against his mouth as he loved his way down it, circling her nipples with his tongue, then squeezing one while he sucked the other, all the while pressing his eager length against her but never entering her, and driving her absolutely out of her mind.
“I love your body,” he said in a gravelly voice as he inched lower. “You’re trembling.”
“Need, not cold,” she managed, reaching for him.
His hands slid down her ribs to her waist and gripped her tight. His strong touch brought her hips off the blanket, begging for his mouth. He read her perfectly as his hot breath stroked over her wet flesh. The first stroke of his tongue sent shivers through her. He licked her inner thighs, so close to her sex she felt every inch of her reaching for him, begging for him. She couldn’t resist reaching down and stroking her clit. His tongue slid punishingly slowly over her fingers.
“You taste so sweet.” His voice sent her hips up again.
“Lick me,” she begged.
His mouth came down on her inner thigh, and he sucked, sending exquisite, teasing prickles through her.
“Please, Jackson.”
That brought his fingers to her nipple, squeezing just hard enough to make her whole body quiver. No one had ever been able to read her body, play her body, love her body the way he did. Ever. And she knew no one ever would. He took his time, torturing her, taunting her, every touch sending her deeper into oblivion, carrying her higher, and higher still. Her head flailed from side to side as words streamed from her lips—Please. Now. Fuck me. Too much. Can’t take it.
He groaned and licked, nipped, and sucked, and finally—Lord, finally—his mouth came down on her where she needed it most. She pulled her hand out from between her legs, and he gripped her wrist.
“Don’t stop,” he said roughly. “I fucking love watching you touch yourself.”
Hearing that in a voice full of greed sent her into the clutch of another intense orgasm, and she cried out his name as he slid his fingers inside her.
“Jack—son—”