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Silken Desires - part 2
You and Jackson enter your apartment, still flushed from the passionate encounters you’ve shared throughout the evening. The tension between you is palpable, an undercurrent of desire mixed with your fear of intimacy.
As you walk through the door, Jackson pulls you close, his arms wrapping around your waist. ‘I had a great time tonight,’ he whispers in your ear. His breath is warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
‘Me too,’ you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. You lean into him, enjoying the feel of his body pressed against yours.
Jackson kisses you softly on the lips, then leads you over to the couch. You sit down, and he takes a seat beside you, his leg brushing against yours. The contact sends electricity coursing through your body, making it difficult to focus on anything other than the feel of his skin against yours.
‘I want to know more about you,’ Jackson says, his eyes locked on yours. ‘Tell me about your past relationships.’
You hesitate, unsure if you’re ready to open up about your heartbreak. But there’s something in Jackson’s gaze that makes you feel safe, as if he truly wants to understand you. So, you take a deep breath and begin to share your story.
As you talk, Jackson listens intently, his eyes never leaving yours. He doesn’t interrupt or try to offer solutions; he simply lets you speak, creating a space for you to express yourself freely.
When you finish, Jackson reaches out and takes your hand in his. ‘I’m sorry you went through that,’ he says softly. ‘But I want you to know that I’m not like her. I care about you, and I want to help you overcome your fears.’
His words touch you deeply, and you feel a warmth spreading through your chest. You look into his eyes and see sincerity there, along with a hint of desire. It’s then that you realize how much you trust him, how much you want to be with him.
Slowly, you stand up and walk over to the window. You turn around to face Jackson, your heart pounding in your chest. ‘I want to show you something,’ you say, your voice barely above a whisper.
Jackson’s eyes widen with curiosity as he watches you undo the button on your skirt. The fabric slides down your hips, revealing your nylon-clad legs. You step out of the skirt and let it drop to the floor, leaving you standing in nothing but your blouse and stockings.
Jackson’s eyes are glued to your legs, his gaze hungry and appreciative. ‘You look incredible,’ he says, his voice low and husky.
You smile, feeling a surge of confidence. Sensually, you walk over to Jackson and straddle his lap, your hands on his shoulders. His eyes meet yours, and you can see the desire burning in them.
‘I want to explore this with you,’ you say, your voice barely above a whisper. ‘I trust you.’
Jackson nods, his hands sliding up your thighs. He leans in and kisses you passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands continue their journey up your legs.
When he reaches the top of your stockings, he pauses, looking into your eyes for permission. You nod, and he begins to slowly roll them down, revealing your bare skin inch by inch.
As your stockings pool around your ankles, Jackson’s hands move up your legs again, this time caressing your naked flesh. His touch sends shivers through you, and you can’t help but moan with pleasure.
Jackson looks at you with a mixture of desire and tenderness. ‘You’re so beautiful,’ he whispers. ‘And I love the way you feel in my hands.’
His words ignite a fire within you, and you lean in to kiss him again. Your hands explore his body, feeling the contours of his muscles beneath his shirt. You’re overcome with desire, and all you can think about is being closer to him.
Suddenly, Jackson stands up, lifting you with him. He carries you over to your bedroom, never breaking contact with your lips. As he lays you down on the bed, he begins to undress, revealing his toned and muscular body.
You can’t take your eyes off of him as he joins you on the bed. His hands roam over your body, touching every inch of your skin. You feel completely exposed and vulnerable, but in the best possible way.
Jackson looks into your eyes, his own filled with desire and love. ‘I want to make you feel good,’ he says softly. ‘I want to help you overcome your fears.’
You nod, feeling a surge of trust and connection. Jackson reaches over to the nightstand and retrieves a blindfold. He gently places it over your eyes, plunging you into darkness.
The sudden lack of vision heightens your other senses, making every touch, every sound, more intense. You can feel Jackson’s breath on your neck as he kisses and caresses your body. His hands explore your curves, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin.
Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, Jackson begins to remove your stockings, slowly and sensually. The feeling of the nylon sliding down your legs is almost too much to bear, and you arch your back in pleasure.
As he removes each stocking, Jackson kisses his way up your legs, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. By the time he reaches your core, you’re trembling with desire, desperate for him to touch you.
Jackson doesn’t disappoint. His fingers find their way inside you, stroking and caressing until you’re on the edge of orgasm. Then, just when you think you can’t take any more, he enters you, his body moving in sync with yours.
You cry out in pleasure, your hips bucking against him as you ride the wave of sensation. Jackson’s movements are slow and deliberate, each thrust designed to maximize your pleasure.
As you reach your climax, Jackson whispers in your ear, ‘I love you.’ His words send you over the edge, and you collapse onto the bed, spent and satisfied.
Jackson holds you close, his arms wrapped around you protectively. You feel safe and loved, knowing that he has helped you overcome your fears and shown you a new level of intimacy.
As you drift off to sleep, you can’t help but smile, knowing that this is just the beginning of your journey together.
‘So, how do you feel about last night?’ Jackson asks, tracing a finger along your collarbone. You smile, stretching like a cat under his touch. ‘I loved it,’ you say. ‘It was … amazing.’ Jackson grins at you. ‘Good,’ he says. ‘Because I want to do more of that.’ His fingers drift down to the hem of your shirt, and he starts lifting it up slowly. ‘But first, I have a surprise for you.’ ‘A surprise?’ You raise an eyebrow as he pulls your shirt over your head, leaving you in just your bra and panties. He nods, his eyes locked on yours. Suddenly, he blindfolds you with a silk scarf, plunging you into darkness. ‘Jackson?’ You ask, feeling vulnerable but excited. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘Trust me,’ he says, his voice low and husky. He starts kissing your neck, working his way down to your breasts. As he teases your nipples with his tongue, you feel a warm hand on your thigh, slowly sliding upwards. He reaches the top of your panties and slips his fingers beneath the lace. You gasp as he starts tracing circles around your entrance, making you squirm with anticipation. ‘Jackson,’ you moan, arching your back. ‘Please …’ ‘Please what?’ He whispers in your ear. ‘I need … I need you inside me.’ He chuckles softly and then moves away from you. You hear the rustling of fabric and guess that he’s undressing. A moment later, you feel him climb onto the bed behind you, his hardness pressing against your backside. ‘I’m going to make love to you, YN,’ he says, his voice a low growl in your ear. ‘And I want you to savor every moment.’ With that, he enters you slowly, inch by delicious inch. You moan as he fills you, the sensation of being blindfolded making everything feel more intense. He starts moving, his hips rocking against yours in a steady rhythm. As you lose yourself in the pleasure, you become aware of Jackson’s breath on your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he whispers dirty things in your ear. ‘God, you feel so good,’ he says. ‘So tight and wet for me.’ You can’t help but moan louder at his words, the eroticism of the situation sending shivers down your spine. Jackson picks up the pace, his thrusts growing harder and deeper. You grip the sheets beneath you as the pleasure builds, your body trembling with anticipation. Suddenly, Jackson reaches around and starts playing with your clit, rubbing it in slow circles that make you cry out in ecstasy. The combination of sensations is too much to bear, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge of orgasm. ‘Come for me, YN,’ Jackson growls. ‘Let go and let me feel you come apart around my cock.’ With those words, you lose control, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure courses through you. Jackson keeps thrusting, his own release building, until he finally lets out a guttural moan and fills you with his hot seed. As the intensity fades, you collapse onto the bed, spent and satisfied. Jackson removes your blindfold, and you blink in the sudden light, your vision swimming. He smiles at you, his eyes full of love and desire. ‘I love you,’ he says softly. ‘And I want to spend the rest of my life exploring every inch of you.’ You smile back, feeling a warmth in your chest that you’ve never experienced before. This man has not only accepted your kink but embraced it, making you feel more loved and cherished than ever before. As you drift off to sleep, wrapped in Jackson’s arms, you can’t help but smile, knowing that this is just the beginning of your journey together.