“Oh my God…oh fuck…oh…ohhhh.”
The orgasm rocked her body and soaked his lips, and he lapped her up like a cat, so turned on he could barely breathe. Each time she shuddered, his cock twitched and his balls tingled, and by the time her moans ebbed and her body stilled, he was so dangerously close to shooting his load that he had to think about baseball and carpeting for a full frickin’ minute in order to stave off the release.
Not long after, Mia slid off and collapsed beside him, letting out a contented purr that revved his engine all over again.
“You’re my hero,” she mumbled. “My mother-effing hero, Jackson.”
“Glad I could be of service.” He sat up with a grin. “Now what do you say we go out to the living room and order that pizza?”
Mia stared at him for a moment.
And then she flipped out.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
As Jackson continued to grin at her, Mia wondered if she’d somehow wound up on another planet. A planet where men got you nice and primed with a mind-blowing orgasm and then refused to have sex with you.
She didn’t miss the irony of it, either. She was the one who usually needed convincing, the one who reluctantly followed her lover into the bedroom and then ran her grocery list over in her head the entire time. But with Jackson, she was always begging for it.
Craving it.
And how could she not? The man was a sex god. He summoned orgasms out of her like a snake charmer luring a cobra from a box. The mere sight of him turned her on. Especially now, in all his bare-chested glory.
His torso was carved out of stone, for Pete’s sake. Sleek and defined, with hard pecs, a dusting of dark hair, and the tightest six-pack on Earth. Actually, make that a twelve-pack. She’d never seen abs with that many damn ripples.
“Seriously,” she grumbled. “Why aren’t you getting naked and having your way with me?”
His hesitation generated a spark of confusion.
“Why?” she pressed.
After a beat, he raked a hand through his brown hair and sighed. “I’m trying to take things slow. I don’t want to…”
She narrowed her eyes. “To what?”
“Scare you off.”
The confession only confused her further. “Why do you think you’d scare me off?”
“Because…” His tanned, muscular chest rose and fell as he took another breath. “I’m not into slow, sweet lovemakin’, Mia. I like it rough and dirty and I’m not always gentle. I don’t wanna freak you out right off the bat.”
She searched his deep brown eyes, utterly fascinated by his words. They didn’t come as a surprise—God knew he’d already revealed some of that wicked dirtiness—but they didn’t scare her, either. She’d been having vanilla sex her whole life, and she was starting to wonder if maybe that had been part of the problem.
Maybe she wasn’t cut out for slow, sweet lovemaking, either.
“What’s goin’ on in that pretty head of yours?” He watched her intently.
“I’m just wondering if the reason I always found sex boring is because I was having boring sex.”
Jackson reached up to rub his chin, which, she noticed, was still shiny with moisture. Her moisture. Because she’d just fucked his face and orgasmed so hard her core was still pulsing.
“I want more,” she blurted out.
He cocked a brow. “Do you?”
She nodded.
“Are you sure about that, sugar? Because once we get on this ride, I won’t let you get off.” He flashed a roguish grin. “Well, you will get off. But what I’m sayin’ is, we will see this through ’til the end.”
Mia swallowed. “What exactly do you plan on doing to me?”
“Everything,” he said simply. “And you’re gonna let me. You’re gonna give me full control. When we’re naked and alone, I call the shots.”
Another gulp. “And if I don’t like something?”
“Then I stop.” The sensual smile returned to his lips. “But I guarantee you’ll like it all. You’ll beg for more every time.”
Somehow she didn’t doubt that.
But at the same time, the idea of handing over control of her body was incredibly daunting.
He must have sensed her hesitation, because he slid closer and dragged one callused finger over her lips. “Now you see why I wanted to take things slow?”
She nodded again.
“Tell you what, why don’t we do a little warm-up? Give you a taste of what you can expect, and then you can decide if you wanna pursue this.”
“What do you consider a warm-up?”
His whiskey eyes burned seductively. “You’re gonna blow me.”
Mia’s heartbeat accelerated, and damned if her mouth didn’t water.
Ever so slowly, Jackson slid off the bed and unbuckled his belt. “What do you say, sugar?”
Arousal tightened her throat and grabbed hold of her pussy. “Y-yes,” she stammered.
“Good girl.” He eyed her sternly. “Now get on your knees and pull out my dick.”