Chapter 689

My breath hitches with fear because...what?

“Don't get scared," Jackson murmurs, putting his hands on my hips and tugging gently backwards until I'm on my knees in front of him. "You trust me, right?"

I nod instantly, because I do - but I have to admit, I am scared. He bends forward, slipping a hand around to my stomach and sliding it up to my chest, using his leverage there to pull me up straight so that my back is flat to his chest with him kneeling behind me with my knees spread apart. And as he dips his head, moving my hair aside and pressing a warm kiss to my neck, I realize that it's not that I'm scared of him...

Just of...well, is it going to hurt? What if I'm bad at it -

"Stop that," Jackson scolds, feeling all of my hesitations and cutting them off before they spiral out of control. "It's not going to hurt and there's no way you can be bad at it. You're my mate, Ariel. I'll show you."

My breath comes faster as he drifts kisses down my neck, heading for my shoulder. His right hand cups my breast, his thumb drifting soft over my nipple, making a rushing little gasp fall from my lips. His other hand drifts lower, pressing hot against the skin of my stomach, pressing me back against him.

"This was made for you," he murmurs, slipping that hand between us and shifting that thick cock lower, so that it's not pressed tight against my ass anymore but is, instead, pressed between my legs, brushing up against the hot core of me. "See? Your body wants it, even if you're afraid."noveldrama

I moan, unable to deny it, because he's right. Jackson slides himself against me, letting me feel all of the thick, hard length of him - feeling how slick and ready I am in turn. I pitch forward a little, wanting more, pressing myself back against him. But Jackson catches me, pulling my back again against him, shaking his head.

"Not yet," he growls, still slowly pressing himself between my legs, drawing slowly back so that I groan, feeling all of that cock slipping hard against my sex.

I give a little mew of disappointment,

wanting more already, but Jackson just laughs and turns my head towards him and kisses me. I reach backwards, giving myself completely over to the kiss as Jackson

continues his work, slowing

himself against me, giving me time to acclimate to the size and feel of him to realize that it's not frightening at all.

That it is, instead, a little bit maddening.

Jackson grinds harder against me, repositioning again and shifting his hips lower so that the head of him presses hard against my entrance groan, my mouth breaking from his at the intensity of the sensation, as my body again pitches forward against his arms, as my hips press instinctually back - wanting more, wanting him pressed inside.

Jackson moans too but keeps a tight leash on himself and a grip on me as my body tries to pitch forward. Still, he pushes forward, just a little bit, so that that thick, hard cock slips - just an inch - inside of me. My eyes press shut and my mouth falls open in a moan as I immediately lose all control, all sense of myself - seeing stars behind the darkness of my closed eyes, my hips pressing further back, wanting more - more -

But my mate snarls, pulling away. I gasp in dismay, my eyes flying open, turning towards him to ask why he stopped -

Jackson's already in motion though, turning me further towards him, catching my leg up behind the knee and wrapping it tight around his hip even as

he tilts me carefully backwards so that my back presses down into the mattress and he's laid himself out on top of me, his weight supported by the forearm he places next to my head.

"Not like that,” Jackson murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my mouth as I wrap my arms around his neck. "Not your first time. Later..." he lets the word fade, lets me fill in the idea for myself. But I have no time for that, not as I wrap my leg tight around his hip, lifting myself closer to him, hungry.