The Forbidden Fruit

JACKSON

As soon as her lips touched mine, I was a ruined man. And yet that was the moment I came alive. It felt like a light was turned on in a room that had been dark for so long. I felt warm in all the places I never thought warmth could reach. 

When I touched her body, I had to fight my hands to remain still. She would think me pathetic if my hands were to shake like a boy still wet behind the ears. So I gritted my teeth and forced my hands to stay still while I came undone, finally touching her.

In my head, there have been countless scenarios where I had slowly undressed her and touched her, but nothing, and I mean fucking nothing, prepared me for the way she looked and felt. 

Her thick thighs rub together. Her full breasts with those perky nipples that tasted like sin and salvation. Her lips tasted like I'd found a piece of heaven. And her round, soft stomach that made my dick throb painfully. 

I had to force myself not to cum like a pathetic idiot. 

But a pathetic idiot is what I've become. It was an unexpected fall, but the ground was very much comfortable where I was. 

“You’re perfect, Siri.” 

If that wasn't the fucking understatement of the century, then I didn't know what was. But I was no poet, so words like “perfect” were all I had.

Her eyes glossed over with that emotion and vulnerability I know she wasn't aware were bright in her eyes. 

“Then why say it like it’s painful?”

“Because it fucking is.”

It was painful holding back because I didn't want to overwhelm her and watch her run away from me. 

We were finally doing this. After all the push and pull, we were finally doing this, and I didn't want to chase her away with emotions I have no control over. 

So yes, it was painful because I wanted those emotions to bleed out and melt into her skin. 

Fucking hell, listen to me. Since when did I think like a lovesick poet? But that doesn't matter right now. What matters is that I wanted her to feel those emotions instead of hearing them, because words were just that. 

But with my heavy emotions pressed against her skin, caressing it, she would know I meant them, and wouldn't associate me with whatever had happened in the past. 

But no rush. 

We have time. We have nothing but time. 

I finally managed to peel my lips away from her stomach and went lower, kissing her waist, her hips. I went even lower. I could see it in her eyes: she didn't expect me to plant my face just above her core. 

Her eyes went wide. “W-w-what are you doing?”

“What does it look like I'm doing, Siri?” I asked softly as I knelt between her spread legs, grabbing her thighs and spreading them even more apart. I placed a kiss on her inner thigh, and she rewarded me with a delicious shiver. 

“Y-you’re about to… to… to…”

I scoffed softly, and she shivered again when my breath passed through her core. “Yes, love. I’m about to do exactly that.”

My eyes dropped, and all air rushed out of my lungs as I was face to face with her core. And what a sight it was. She was wet. Completely soaked, and her pink bubs pulsed for me. Her clit was already swollen. 

Fuck, I was dying to get a taste of her. I couldn't wait any longer. But before I could go in, she grabbed my hair so tight, my scalp burned. 

“Y-you can’t!”

I raised my eyes to hers, annoyed. “Why the bloody hell not?!”

Her face was the color of a tomato. More red, even. “Because… because it’s dirty, okay!”

I shook my head. “I would still lick you over if you were covered in mud.”

I went in again. And she stopped me. Bloody again! With how hard she was gripping my hair, I might go bald before this ends.

“What is your bloody problem, Siri?!” I snapped, raising my eyes to hers. “Let a man feast!”

“My bloody problem, Jackson,” she yelled back, mimicking my accent, “is that you can't do that!”

“And why bloody not?!” 

“Because you just bloody can't!”

We stared at each other, my face still between her legs. I could smell her, and she smelled so delicious. She was going to deny me this luxury? I knew she was cruel, but not to this extent. 

“Just… maybe next time?" she whispered. 

The mention of a next time had me off my knees in a second. I was back on the couch, and she stared up at me with those eyes I will give up everything for. 

“I will hold you to that, darling.”

She swallowed, nodding once. 

I grabbed her hand, pulling her off the couch without warning, and she gasped. I turned her in a blink, pressing her back to my chest, and making her kneel on the couch, with her hands planted at the top. I knelt behind her, and we were completely pressed together, no space between our bodies, my dick resting on her ass. 

My arms trailed down hers, to her fingers where I interlocked them with mine. She turned her head and stared at me, her swollen lips parted, her eyes heavy. 

“We’re about to bite the forbidden fruit, my darling,” I whispered against her ear, and she shivered again, her breath hitching. “There will be no going back after that.”

Her tongue snaked out and wet her lips, and my eyes dropped to them. “I-I know.” 

I hummed as I let go of her hands, grabbed her ass, spread her cheeks apart, and positioned myself at her entrance. She inhaled sharply, her eyes dropping in a sexy way that made me think of her as a siren. 

“I won’t let you out of my net, Siri,” I growled, my voice deep. 

She lifted her chin, the look of defiance still so bright in her eyes. “Shut up, and fuck me, Jackson.”

I chuckled darkly. “My pleasure, darling.” 

I slammed into her in one thrust, and our moans echoed in my walls.