Jackson gave one last gentle tug on her nipple before releasing it. Tilting his head back, he took a deep breath. The thick column of his neck was exposed and she couldn’t resist leaning forward to lick it. He tasted salty and hot. She imagined his cock would taste the same. “You taste so good.” His shaft jumped in her hand in response and she laughed.

He swore as his hands made quick work of the fastenings of her jeans. He had the zipper down before she knew it and slid his hand inside. His fingers slipped beneath the satin of her bikini underwear, brushing the curls of her mound. But he didn’t stop there. He kept going until he was touching the slick folds of her labia. “You’re so wet.” There was wonder and pleasure in his voice. “I’ve got to see you.” He removed his hand and shoved at her jeans and underwear.

Emerald wanted to feel his naked flesh against hers. Squirming backward, she managed to get one foot on the porch floor and then another. Wobbling slightly, she stood, her bra tangled around her arms and her jeans and panties down around her hips. She reached for her bra.

Jackson could barely breathe as Emerald reached for the strap of her bra. He wasn’t sure if she was going to get dressed or get naked. His breath came out in a whoosh as she slid the thin straps over her shoulders and then the scrap of pale blue satin fell onto the deck.

Damn, she was gorgeous. Her breasts were large and full, perfect pale mounds tipped with rosy nipples. Her waist dipped inward, but her hips curved out generously. She was all woman and, for the moment, she was his. He couldn’t look away as she reached behind her head and pulled the clip away. Some of her hair had already slipped away from the holder, but now the rest of it tumbled down around her back, so dark against her creamy skin.

Her hands gripped the waistband of her jeans and she shoved them down her hips and thighs. Quickly, she toed off her sandals and pushed the jeans over her calves and feet, kicking them away. She stood in front of him clad only in a tiny piece of blue fabric masquerading as underwear.

Every muscle in his body was tight. His cock throbbed insistently, begging to be inside her delectable body. Jackson swallowed hard. As much as he wanted her, he wasn’t sure now was the right time. She was feeling vulnerable and emotional and he was the only one here to reach out to. He’d hate to make love to her tonight only to have her regret it in the morning. That didn’t mean that he couldn’t make her feel good though.

“Come here.” He barely recognized the rasping tone of his own voice.

Emerald shook her head, making her sassy curls bounce. “Not yet.” She hitched her fingers inside the waistband of her bikini underwear and pushed. She shimmied her hips and the fabric fell down around her ankles.

Jackson could only stare at the perfection in front of him. The black curls covering her mound glistened with the evidence of her arousal. He wanted to see all of her. “Show me.” He patted the arm of the patio chair. “Put one of your feet up here.”

He’d surprised her. He could tell by the way her body jerked and her breathing increased. She licked her lips nervously. He could see the fear and arousal in her eyes. Just when he thought he might have pushed her a bit too far, she slowly raised her foot and perched it on the arm of the chair. It opened her up to him, but not enough.

“I want to see all of your pussy, sweetheart. I’ll bet it’s wet and hot and the same color as your rosy nipples.”

She was panting harder now and he could see the confusion in her eyes.

“Put your hands between your legs and spread yourself so I can see you.” When she hesitated, he leaned closer. “Please.”

Her hands skimmed over her belly and then down into the vee of her legs. She pulled back the folds of her labia and he could see her wet, pink sex. Reaching out, he traced his fingers over her sensitive flesh. She pulled away and then pushed closer. Jackson sat forward and flicked his tongue over the tight nub of nerves at the top. Emerald whimpered, the sound skipping along all the nerve endings in his body, setting him on fire.

Taking his time, he inserted one long finger into her tight channel. The muscles contracted around him. He watched Emerald as he pushed deep. Her head tipped back and she sighed, her hips tilting forward to take him. He pulled his finger all the way out and rimmed the opening with the tip.

“Jackson.” She barely breathed his name, but he heard the underlying need, the fire in that one word. She swayed and he caught her as she stumbled. Her hands flew out to steady herself as he drew her back down onto his lap. When he had her settled and facing him once again, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her.

She opened completely to him, giving him all that he asked for and more. His hands slid over the curve of her neck, across her delicate collarbone and down her sides. He palmed her breasts, kneading them gently as his mouth consumed hers. Their tongues touched. Dueled. Mated.

His cock was throbbing so hard he was surprised he hadn’t come. His balls were drawn up so tight to his body they hurt. But he wanted more. He wanted Emerald’s pleasure. Wanted—no, needed—to see her come.

He left her sweet mouth and sat back, sucking air into his starving lungs. He allowed his hands to slip lower over the curve of her hips. The lushness of her ass called to him and he couldn’t resist giving it a quick squeeze. Someday he wanted to take her from behind so he could hear the smack of his flesh against the plumpness of her ass as he fucked her.

Emerald’s hands felt so good against his flesh as she touched his shoulders and chest. But when her hand reached lower, he grabbed her wrist. His fingers wrapped easily around it, stopping her from reaching her goal. Her eyes flew to his. “If you touch me, I’ll come in your hand. I’m hanging on by a thread here.”

Surprise and then pleasure lit her face and then she smiled. Jackson barely stifled a groan. It was time to finish this before he lost all control. Sliding one hand between her thighs, he didn’t hesitate as he pressed two fingers inside her. Emerald gasped, making her breasts jiggle with each breath she took. Her pussy was so hot and tight he thought his cock might just blow. He gritted his teeth and tried to think about something else, anything but the beautiful, giving woman curled so trustingly in his arms.

“Touch yourself,” he rasped. “Play with your nipples. You know that they’re aching to be touched and petted.” Leaning forward, he nuzzled one of her breasts before licking the tip. He sat back and feathered his thumb over her swollen clit as he worked his two fingers in and out of her pussy. “Do it,” he whispered.

She licked her lips and then brought her hands up to cup her breasts. They overflowed her smaller hands, but she squeezed and rubbed them, gradually touching her nipples with her fingers.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Pinch them.” He withdrew his fingers from her channel and lightly pinched her clit. Her hips jerked forward, her eyes glazing over as she tugged at her nipples.

Jackson thrust two fingers back inside her. He wanted it to be his cock buried inside her, but not only was it too soon, he suddenly realized he didn’t have any protection. He hadn’t needed any in quite some time. The older he’d gotten, the less he’d indulged in meaningless affairs. There was no way he was making love to Emerald without it.

Emerald was panting harder now, her hips moving quickly against his fingers as he thrust them in and out of her pussy. Dampness coated his fingers as her muscles tightened around them. He could feel she was close. A light sheen of sweat covered her body, making her glow in the last rays of the day. Her head was tipped back, exposing the curve of her neck. Her lips were parted and they looked slightly swollen and moist from their earlier kisses.

Sweat rolled down his back as he continued to work her with his fingers. He pressed on the hard nub of her clit as he started to insert a third finger into her molten core. Emerald stiffened and then jerked forward. Her climax hit her hard, making her entire body heave. Jackson kept his fingers moving as she cried out his name. His hand was wet with her desire by the time he finally withdrew it. He gritted his teeth as he pulled his fingers from her, wanting to bury himself in her sweet depths.

She slumped against him and he cuddled her close. Her mound was pressed tight against his cock and he could feel her throbbing against him. The smell of sex seemed to sit on the warm, still evening air. Jackson had never been so aroused in his life, yet he was oddly content as he held Emerald tight against his chest. The sounds of the evening that had all but disappeared in the haze of passion started to seep back into his consciousness.

He began to hear the calls of the birds as they flew from tree to tree in search of an evening meal. The bees hummed gently as they flitted from flower to flower. The sun was low in the sky, partially sunk below the horizon. It glowed a fire red as it gradually faded from sight. The wood of the chair was warm against his back and the woman in his arms was soft, her delectable body draped almost bonelessly across him.

Jackson contented himself with just rubbing his hand across her back and shoulders. His own breathing calmed and his cock, while still erect, at least wasn’t in danger of erupting at an inopportune moment. Gradually, Emerald stirred and pushed away to sit up in his arms. She looked sleepy and sated and incredibly sexy with her hair tumbling around her flushed skin.

She also looked slightly bewildered. “You didn’t…” She broke off and looked down at his erection.