Madly & the Jackal by M. Leighton Page B

hands were on me again, skating over my hips and stomach, up my ribcage to cup my breasts.  Between his fingertips, he rolled my tingling nipples, bringing them into tight, throbbing points.  Then they were in his mouth, first one then the other, his hot tongue teasing and flicking them until I felt the explosion building again. 
    I was at fever pitch when I felt Jackson shift slightly.  His mouth left my breast and blazed a trail up my chest and neck to my mouth as he stood.    
    He took my lips with passion, his tongue sliding between them to tangle with mine.  The salty taste of my body mingled with Jackson’s own unique flavor was a heady and wicked combination. 
    Then his hands were at my waist.  Lifting.  Instinctively, my legs wrapped around his hips.  I felt his hardness against me and fire poured through my body.  He shifted me into a slightly different position as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed. 
    I folded my legs under me and came up onto my knees, straddling his hips.  I spread my legs further until I could feel him brush my aching center. 
    Jackson’s hand slipped between us.  I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out when I felt his fingers touching me.  His echoing groan was like pouring fuel onto the fire of my desire.
    I moved against him, tension steadily building inside me, until his fingers left me.  I was just about to lean back and beg him for more when I felt him guiding something else into me.  He stopped just past my entrance.
    “Easy,” he breathed, taking me by the hips to keep my movements slow as he eased my body down onto his.
    The feel of him slowly filling me was indescribable.  Gently, he guided me up and down.  With each stroke he took me further, bringing himself a little deeper inside me with each stroke.  My breath was coming in short, shallow pants as the tension ratcheted higher and higher. 
    Then Jackson stopped me. 
    But I didn’t want to stop.
    I tore my mouth from his.  “What’s wrong?”
    “Madly, I’m sorry, but this is going to hurt.”
    “It doesn’t hurt,” I purred, assuring him.  “It feels incredible,” I said, sliding my tongue along his lips before slipping it inside his mouth for the taste I couldn’t seem to get enough of.
    “It will, but I’ll make it fast.”
    “No, it feels—”
    “I’m sorry,” he said, holding my hips tight and flexing his own until he was buried deep inside me.
    I gasped, only this time not in pleasure.  There was pain, yes.  Sharp pain.  It ached in my abdomen for a moment as my body adjusted to his size.  I heard Jackson’s breath hiss through his gritted teeth.
    “Are you okay?”
    “I’m fine,” he said tightly.  I could feel the tautness in every muscle of his body as he stilled himself, fighting the urge to move within me.
    After a few more seconds, when the pain started to subside, Jackson began to grind his hips into mine.  It didn’t take long for pleasure to return, completely eclipsing even the memory of the pain.  His lips found mine again as he guided me up and down his length. 
    He moved me slowly upon him until the sensation began to escalate once more, then he moved me faster and higher, his body invading mine more deeply with each stroke. 
    And then it happened.  That tension inside me exploded.  The air left the room as a shower of fireworks rained down behind my eyes, pleasure pouring through my body in a waterfall of warmth. 
    I was barely aware of Jackson holding me to him as he rolled me onto my back.  It wasn’t until he began driving his body forcefully into mine that I realized there was still more pleasure to be had. 
    A second time, the world swelled and throbbed and pulsed around me until I melted into a wave of pure ecstasy.  I heard Jackson’s barely controlled groan as he whispered in my ear, “You’re mine, Madly James Hamilton.  Forever.”  And then he stiffened, his breath coming in fast, deep gasps until he collapsed on top of