ADULT EXCERPT

Jackson threw his coat and suit jacket down on one of the many sofas littering the room and then began to undo his tie, letting it fall to the floor. Following his lead, she let her own jacket drop to the floor. Trembling, she went to him and turned, moving her hair away from her neck, waiting for him to unzip her dress. She hated herself for being so weak, but why fight what she knew was a losing battle? She wanted him inside her. She had wanted it from the moment she heard his voice at the church. She felt the touch of his fingers move down her back as he opened her dress.

Shrugging her shoulders, she let the dress fall in a pile at her feet, leaving her in only a white bra, half-slip, and panties. He unhooked her bra and then she turned to him, letting it fall from her breasts so he could view their fullness and the strawberry-colored nipples that pointed in his direction. His eyes feasted on her offering as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his muscled chest. She leaned into him to kiss his nipples while she pushed his shirt from his body and down his arms. Lowering herself to her knees, she began to unbuckle his belt.

“Not yet,” was all he said. She stopped.

“There’s a full bathroom with a shower down the hall past the staircase, second door on your right. When you’re done, I’ll be here waiting for you.”

She nodded, rising from her knees, and without looking back, followed his directions.

The warm water felt good against her skin. She let her hair hang wet and long down her back as she had the last time they had been together. In the medicine cabinet, she found a brand new toothbrush still in its box. She used it before she wrapped herself in a towel that she was sure Jackson would take pleasure in pulling from her body. She walked barefoot back to the room where she’d left him. He was sitting on a brown leather sofa, bare-chested but still wearing his pants, with a drink in his hand. He had poured one for her, too. He handed it to her as she came to sit beside him.

“Why did you come back, Alexis?”

“Here, as in this room?” she asked.

“Don’t play coy with me, Alexis. It doesn’t become you. You know what I mean. Why did you come back to Philadelphia?”

“It’s my home. Why? What does it matter?”

 “In the long run, I’m sure it doesn’t matter at all. However, I am surprised that you chose to return to a place you couldn’t wait to leave. Lily told me you had moved, but she didn’t say where. She led me to believe it was with a client. Was the man my mother asked you about, the one you call your fiancé, a client?”

“No, he was not. And I left by myself, alone.”

“Well, regardless of your reason, you’re here now.”

Alexis looked down. “I’m here,” she whispered, “because you want me to be here.”

“What I want, Alexis,” he paused, lifting her chin so that she was forced to look at him, “is for you to continue undressing me.”

Alexis put down her drink on an end table and then dropped to her knees in front of him. She unzipped his pants and dragged them and his underwear out from under him and down his legs to expose his rock hard cock that she sucked deeply into her mouth while her fingers caressed the shaft. A guttural groan of pleasure burst from his lips. With an even deeper groan, he gently pushed her away from his cock.

He stood up, causing her to fall backwards onto the fluffy white rug behind her.

“Don’t move,” she heard him growl.

Lying there, looking up at him, she held her breath as he stood above her, while his eyes sucked the life out of her body. “Take off that towel,” he ordered. Doing as she was told, she stripped herself of the towel quickly. Her body shivered from the heat that pierced between her legs, making her moan softly in anticipation. She parted her legs wider, her fingers pressing into herself, opening her inner and outer labia for his pleasure and her own. Her eyes begged him to take her quickly.

“Tell me what you want, Alexis.”

He knew what she wanted, but that was his way, wasn’t it?

“Say it, Alexis.” His voice softened, and that was her undoing.

“I want you, Jackson. I want you. Please…” Her voice became stronger. “Please.”

“Tell me what you want me to do.” He bent down beside her, his face now inches from her own. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

One arm slipped behind her back and lifted her toward him, her hard nipples pressing into his chest. His other hand reached behind her head to wrap the silky strands around his hand, pulling her head backward, forcing her breasts to jut outward to become even more prominent.

“Say it,” he ordered, gripping her hair more tightly.

She felt her juices run down her thighs. “I want you inside me. I need you to fuck me,” she cried.

Instantly, his body covered hers, and with one deep thrust, he filled her with himself, giving her what she had asked for. She moaned his name, her body rising to meet his. There was no thought, no understanding of anything except this need that had overtaken every part of her being. It forced her to respond to him like a wild animal, thrusting her body upwards, while her nails left marks down his back as she tried to hold onto him. His mouth devoured hers, his tongue plundering her softness with the same force and rhythm that his cock continued to fuck her pussy. His thumb and forefinger pinched her hard nipples, while all the time his cock plunged deeper, until she drew herself upward, legs wrapped around his torso and let herself go completely, crying his name again and again.