Chapter 333

I just stare up at Jackson for a long, long moment, not knowing what to do or how to express this brand new fear and keep my dignity.

“Ariel,” Jackson says again, his frown deepening as he strokes a comforting hand over my hair, his hand tracing through the long damp strands of it. “What’s wrong? What are you talking about?”

Slowly, I drop my head and look down, stepping away from him slightly – just enough that I can get a good look at him, my fingertips still trailing along the skin of his waist. And when I do get a good look at Jackson’s full body it does…absolutely nothing to quell my newly burgeoning fears.

“Jackson,” I murmur, glancing up at his face and then back down. “Jacks…it’s not going to fit.”

He goes perfectly still for a few long moments as I stare, but then he bursts into laughter. I whip my head up, staring into his eyes, not entirely sure why he’s not taking this as seriously as I am.

Fervently, I shake my head, pleading with him to see the facts of biology for what they are. “Jackson, I am a small person –“

“Ariel!”

“It’s – just proportionally! It is not going to fit!”

He laughs harder now, pulling me close again, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight.

“I’m serious, Jacks!” I shout, devastated and appalled as I once again feel the mass of him against my body, intimidatingly large. “Seriously, do you not understand physics!? There’s a limited amount of space –“

“Ariel,” Jackson growls, his laughter fading a little as he moves one hand to my face and palms my chin, turning my eyes up to him. He still smiles, shaking his head a little. “It’s going to fit, okay?”

“It’s not –“

He growls again, dropping his other hand now, sliding it down my arm until he grasps my own hand. Then he raises both together, slipping them between our bodies and not stopping until my palm lays flat against him, my fingers curling around the wide width of his cock. “Trust me, Ariel - it’s going to fit.”

My chest rises and falls quickly with my anxious breaths, even as my hand starts to move, experimentally feeling out the long length of him. My eyes go wide as I press my hand first down to the base of his cock and then trace all the way up to the tip, shocked not only by the length and girth of it but also by how incredibly soft the skin is, and how hard beneath.

Fascinated, I look down at it again, moving my hand over it, slow and experimental. And even if I am still, quite justifiably, intimidated…heat turns in my core. A hard shudder passes through Jackson as I move my hand again up to the top, wrapping my fingers all the way around it to see if they’ll meet on the other side.

They don’t. Not even fucking close.

Jackson takes a long, shaky breath and I look up into his face, curious, watching his expression as I move my hand slowly over him, getting used to this new aspect of my mate. “What does that feel like?”

“It feels,” he growls, clearly struggling hard to control himself, “like I’m about eight seconds from throwing you over my shoulder, Ariel, and carrying you to bed.”

I burst into a grin but then I bite my lip, glancing back down at where my hand moves again slowly down and then up. “How do you know it will fit?”

“Because,” he snarls, “you were made for me, Ariel. Just like I was for you. Every piece of your body is a match for mine, and especially this one. There’s no way it doesn’t fit.”

“I don’t know,” I murmur, looking back down at Jackson’s thick cock and biting my lip, filled with doubt. I mean, I don’t know what I expected – he’s a gigantic person, why wouldn’t every single part of him be gigantic? “It’s like…really big –“

“Only one way to find out,” Jackson snaps, and then I gasp and burst out laughing again as he dips low and tucks his shoulder firmly into my waist, wrapping an arm around the back of my knees as he stands up and briskly reaches out to flick off the shower.

“We didn’t even wash our hair!” I shriek, still laughing so hard I can barely draw breath.

“Fuck washing our hair,” Jackson snarls, striding from the bathroom soaking wet and not even bothering to grab a towel. “I have other things on my mind.”

I takes half a second for Jackson to cross to the nook, where he carefully tips me from his shoulder and laughs with me as he catches me in his arms and then lays me out quite gently on the sheets, my soaking head against the pillows. But everything becomes a great deal less funny a moment later when he climbs onto the bed with me and slips a hand under my hip, turning me over onto my stomach.

My breath hitches with fear because…what?

“Don’t get scared,” Jackson murmurs, putting his hands on my hips and tugging gently backwards until I’m on my knees in front of him. “You trust me, right?”

I nod instantly, because I do – but I have to admit, I am scared. He bends forward, slipping a hand around to my stomach and sliding it up to my chest, using his leverage there to pull me up straight so that my back is flat to his chest with him kneeling behind me with my knees spread apart. And as he dips his head, moving my hair aside and pressing a warm kiss to my neck, I realize that it’s not that I’m scared of him…

Just of…well, is it going to hurt? What if I’m bad at it –

“Stop that,” Jackson scolds, feeling all of my hesitations and cutting them off before they spiral out of control. “It’s not going to hurt and there’s no way you can be bad at it. You’re my mate, Ariel. I’ll show you.”

My breath comes faster as he drifts kisses down my neck, heading for my shoulder. His right hand cups my breast, his thumb drifting soft over my nipple, making a rushing little gasp fall from my lips. His other hand drifts lower, pressing hot against the skin of my stomach, pressing me back against him.

“This was made for you,” he murmurs, slipping that hand between us and shifting that thick cock lower, so that it’s not pressed tight against my ass anymore but is, instead, pressed between my legs, brushing up against the hot core of me. “See? Your body wants it, even if you’re afraid.”

I moan, unable to deny it, because he’s right. Jackson slides himself against me, letting me feel all of the thick, hard length of him – feeling how slick and ready I am in turn. I pitch forward a little, wanting more, pressing myself back against him. But Jackson catches me, pulling my back again against him, shaking his head.

“Not yet,” he growls, still slowly pressing himself between my legs, drawing slowly back so that I groan, feeling all of that cock slipping hard against my sex.

I give a little mew of disappointment, wanting more already, but Jackson just laughs and turns my head towards him and kisses me. I reach backwards, giving myself completely over to the kiss as Jackson continues his work, slowly moving himself against me, giving me time to acclimate to the size and feel of him – to realize that it’s not frightening at all.

That it is, instead, a little bit maddening.

Jackson grinds harder against me, repositioning again and shifting his hips lower so that the head of him presses hard against my entrance. I groan, my mouth breaking from his at the intensity of the sensation, as my body again pitches forward against his arms, as my hips press instinctually back – wanting more, wanting him pressed inside.

Jackson moans too but keeps a tight leash on himself and a grip on me as my body tries to pitch forward. Still, he pushes forward, just a little bit, so that that thick, hard cock slips – just an inch – inside of me. My eyes press shut and my mouth falls open in a moan as I immediately lose all control, all sense of myself – seeing stars behind the darkness of my closed eyes, my hips pressing further back, wanting more – more –

But my mate snarls, pulling away. I gasp in dismay, my eyes flying open, turning towards him to ask why he stopped –

Jackson’s already in motion though, turning me further towards him, catching my leg up behind the knee and wrapping it tight around his hip even as he tilts me carefully backwards so that my back presses down into the mattress and he’s laid himself out on top of me, his weight supported by the forearm he places next to my head.

“Not like that,” Jackson murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my mouth as I wrap my arms around his neck. “Not your first time. Later…” he lets the word fade, lets me fill in the idea for myself. But I have no time for that, not as I wrap my leg tight around his hip, lifting myself closer to him, hungry.