Breathe Again by Joelle Charming

stifle the loud groan that
escaped my throat when he reached the edge of my lace-lined bra. He let his
hand linger, slipping his fingers underneath to tease my nipple, then wandered
farther south, caressing my hip and slipping his fingers into the top of my
panties.
    Finally he let my hands go and I explored his body as well,
though I wasn’t nearly as confident as he was. My fingers stroked his back as
he lowered his face to mine again, kissing me roughly, with such passion that
it left me feeling intoxicated. Having his hands on my body was like no drug or
drink I’d ever encountered. It was fucking addicting.
    He kept whispering sweet notes into my ear while assaulting
the rest of my senses with all of him. I refused to let my insecurities or fear
get in the way of this perfect moment. It was impossible not to lose myself
with Jackson; not with the way he was worshipping my body. I didn’t let myself
think of all the tens of thousands of women who would have given anything to be
in my place. He wanted me, and he made sure I knew it.
    Eventually he moved back to my neck, which he kissed and bit
and sucked in ways that I’d never even considered. And when he did, I knew that
there was no going back. I reached down, my hands shaking only slightly, and
unbuttoned his jeans. Realizing what I was trying to do, Jackson quickly pulled
them off.
    “You are absolutely incredible,” he mumbled against my neck,
moving his hand to my breast. “I want you so badly.”
    I nearly moaned in pleasure at his words, knowing exactly how
much he wanted me.
    “Let me get a . . .” he said, trailing off, distracted by the
way my lips were now moving against his neck. “I mean, we should be safe . . .”
Knowing that my touch affected him the same way that his affected me was
thrilling. I didn’t know what I was doing, but he made me feel confident. He
made me feel safe. My hands no longer shook, and I let them work their way down
his back, clutching him tightly as I kissed him right below his ear.
    “Oh my god,” I heard him murmur against me. “Please, Mel, I
can’t take this much longer.”
    I moved my lips from his neck to only millimeters from his
ear. “Don’t worry. It’s safe.”
    I could feel him clench at my words, and he immediately
reached behind me to unclasp my bra, and threw it across the room. I wrapped my
legs around his hips and pulled him even closer to me. He rocked against me,
and I was all too aware of the fabric that still kept us apart. I loosened my
legs slightly, and he took advantage of the movement by nearly ripping my
panties off while I pulled his briefs down his backside. My position didn’t let
me get them all the way down, so he quickly pulled them off himself.
    There was nothing left separating us, and I could feel him
between my legs. He nipped at my ear, and I almost hummed with pleasure as he
slid into me so slowly it was almost painful. I pulled his face back to mine
and kissed him again. The kiss was so different, as he rocked back into me
again, so passionate and sweet and fulfilling. I squeezed my eyes shut,
overwhelmed by the emotion of the situation, and moved my forehead to rest
against his neck.
    We both lost track of time, concentrating only on each other.
After what seemed like hours but could have been only a few seconds, Jackson
slowed, wrapping one of his arms around me. He kissed my neck, my hair, my
forehead, and I couldn’t help but smile at the sweetness of the gesture.
    He pulled out of me, and I frowned. I knew he wasn’t done,
and I already felt empty without him. Before I knew what was happening, he
rolled over onto his back and pulled me on top of him. I froze, unsure of what
to do. I knew that some couples made love this way, but I wasn’t familiar with
the position. Even in the passion of the moment, I let my insecurities get hold
of me. I felt so naked, so exposed.
    But as if he could read my mind, he guided me. He touched my
face, my hair, and I felt safe