His mouth pressed more urgently against hers now. Her hands followed the curves of his buttocks as she resisted the urge to squeeze them slightly. Not all guys liked that sort of thing, she had learned. She released her hold on him and they parted.
Jackson took a shallow breath before he whispered. “Elizabeth.”
She gave him a knowing smile.
“You remembered.”
Jackson gave her a weak, almost dazed, smile.
Deciding to give him no chance to hesitate again, Elizabeth knelt and began unhooking his belt. She fumbled with it before a moment before realizing how it unfastened, and then worked it open. Peeling open the front flap of his pants, she exposed the bulge of fabric that she knew she would find there. With a teasing deliberation, she lowered them both, revealing him completely.
He was erect and ready, and larger than many she had seen. She took it into her mouth, testing its size and shape with her tongue. Above her, she heard Jackson gasp.
She pulled her mouth away. That might be what he wanted, but it was not what she wanted—not right then. Standing, she then lay back on the bed, pulling her skirt down over her boots, revealing her slight, but sufficiently concealing panties. She peeled these down slowly, tangling them in her boots before pulling them free. Looking back up at Jackson, there no doubt in either his eyes, or other physical reactions, that he appreciated and desired what he saw.
He moved to the bed and this time there was no hesitation as he lowered himself onto her. Elizabeth felt him against her. and for just a moment, probing. A moment later, she shuddered as he entered her and, for a time, focused on nothing more.
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