fingers grabbed her wrist.
“Only your mouth.”
Unable to touch with her hands, Ellie closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations caused by swirling her tongue over and around his heavy balls. His body tightened and swelled under her skilled attention and answering cream flowed from her core. She squirmed a bit, at first glad for the pressure of the tight denim against her soaked panties then frustrated that it wasn't enough. She whimpered slightly and drew him more deeply into her mouth.
Jackson exhaled loudly and rocked his hips upwards, sending his balls deeper into her mouth. When she sucked greedily, he grasped the base of his cock with one hand and stilled her movements with the other.
“Okay, your skill knows no bounds,” he chuckled deeply and eased her up, cradling her chin gently. He laid his penis against her moist lips. “Open up, Eleanor. I'm going to fuck that beautiful mouth of yours.” This time he let her slide her hands up to nestle in the creases of his thighs so she could steady herself as she came down on the engorged head of his penis.
Ellie savored the drop of liquid seeping from his slit before relaxing her muscles and sliding down his length. When he touched the back of her throat, she held him there, delighting in the fact that she was fully impaled on her lover. His cock throbbed along her tongue when she pressed against a bulging vein on the trip back to the top. She played around the tip, tickling the rim and sucking lightly.
When his hands cupped both sides of her face she knew what was coming, and she was more than ready. Digging her fingers into the corded muscles of his thighs, she held on as Jackson set a fevered pace. Each moan of pleasure that rumbled in his chest heated her blood further and encouraged her to suck harder.
Jackson's eyes slammed shut, and his hips jerked frantically when Ellie increased the wickedly intense suction on his cock. Even though he had been the one to increase the pace, she was now going down on him with abandon. All he was doing was holding onto her head so that she didn't hurt herself.
Ellie was completely in tune with his body and knew he was close to release, so she let her teeth carefully rake across his dick. Instantly, hot, spicy cum flooded her mouth, and his shout of satisfaction filled her ears and her heart. She continued to gently worship his cock as the tremors lessened, not stopping until he collapsed back and dropped his hands from her face to the couch cushions.
“Jesus Christ, that was incredible.” Jackson stroked her back.
“Yes, it was,” she purred, “but Jackson?” She fixed him with pleading eyes, “I'm really horny.”
“That's convenient, Eleanor,” he pulled her off of her knees and dragged her up his chest, “because you haven't even begun to experience my kind of play.”
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Chapter Four
The sensation of stepping back in time flowed over Ellie as she took in all that was Jackson's bedroom. Dark, rich wood was everywhere. Instead of lamps or ceiling fixtures, sconces hung on each wall, glowing mutely as Jackson touched each one while he moved silently around the room. Burgundy velvet drapes cascaded down from thick metal rods to pool on the floor in front of the two windows. A large, ornate armoire and long chest of drawers were the only other pieces of furniture besides the bed, and what a bed it was. Raised off of the floor on a low platform, the four intricately carved posts reached almost to the ceiling and the thick mattress was draped with plush satin coverings in gold, burgundy and black. A shiver ran along her spine when she noticed the lengths of silk dangling seductively from each bedpost.
She turned her attention to Jackson who knelt in front of the stone fireplace.
She'd been severely depressed when he'd put his pants back on before they'd moved upstairs, but now, as she battled to control her rising emotions, she was relieved. Watching him stoke the now
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