Knights' Sinner

He lets out a puff of air, followed by a ragged groan, before I quite literally feel him pumping inside of me. His body shakes, and his eyes glaze over with pleasure as he jerks his hips gently, using my body to milk every, last drop from his body. When he stops shuddering, and those gorgeous little noises stop leaving his mouth, he drops his head into my shoulder. I let my fingers find his back, and I slide them up and down his sweat slickened skin.

He lifts himself off me after a moment, and I feel the dull ache between my legs when he’s no longer there. I shift and a bolt of pain shoots up into my pelvis. I groan, and Jackson stops what he’s doing and stares down at me, a look of concern flooding his features.

“You hurtin’?”

I nod. “Yeah.”

“Hang there, ok?”

He turns and walks into his bathroom. A moment later he comes back out, jeans pulled up, and a washcloth in hand. He drops onto the bed beside me.

“Open.”

“What?” I gasp.

“Your legs darlin’, open them.”

“Oh...no, it’s ok...”

“Open.”

“Jackson.”

“Open.”

I glare at him. “I can clean myself.”

“You’re bleeding, baby, open them.”

“I am?” I say, staring down at my thighs. Sure enough, a light smear of blood covers my left one. God, that’s so wrong.

“Oh...oh god!” I wail, covering my face.

Jackson snorts. “You women, ain’t nothin’ to be ashamed about. You had one crappy sexual experience, that was years ago, so basically that was like your first time. It’s normal. Men are allowed to help. Stop arguing and let me.”

He grips my thighs and gently parts them, before placing the warm washcloth there. It is soothing, I can’t deny that. He gently cleans me up, and then goes and tosses the cloth into a nearby basket. I sit, and painfully slide to the end of the bed.

“What you doin’?” he asks, stopping in front of me.

“I’m going to go back to my room; I know you probably don’t want me here and...”

“Lie down, Serenity.”

I gape up at him. “Pardon?”

He points to the bed. “Lie down.”

“But...”

“You think I’m that much of an ass, that I would fuck a woman, and then send her on her way?”

He looks offended, great.

“Well no, but...”

“Then lie the fuck down, let me come in there and press that sweet little body against mine, maybe make love to you again, and then go to sleep.”

My eyes widen. “You want to do it again?”

He grins, dropping his jeans and climbing into the bed. “Numerous times, darlin’.”

He grips my shoulders, pulling me down into his arms. He’s warm, hard, and all man. He smells like sex, crossed with that Jackson smell that’s all his own. I snuggle into him, placing a hand on his chest and feeling the bulges of his abs beneath my palms. For a man of his age, he’s very well built.

“Were you for real when you said the first time you had sex, the man only got two pumps in?”

I chuckle softly. “Yeah.”

“Young men, they’re all pussies.”

I giggle now. “And old men are so much better?”

“You just scream my name?”

“No.”

He laughs, loud and boisterous. “Touche!”

I smile, and tuck myself further into him. “I don’t know what this is, Jackson, I don’t even know why I am attracted to you, but I am.”

“Yeah,” he says, his voice deep and husky. “I know.”

“But I don’t expect anything from you, I don’t...”

“I know you don’t.”

“Not that I’d say no to more...”

He laughs again. “Easy does it, you don’t want to break that pixie body.”

“I do not have a pixie body,” I protest.

He begins drawing circles on my back. “Yeah, you do.”

“Ok, so I have pathetic little breasts...”

“They are not pathetic, they’re fuckin’ sweet.”

“Well it’s my ass then.”

“No way in hell it’s your ass.”

I huff. “Then what is it?”

“It’s just the whole package. You’re tiny, like a fairy. Everything about you is petite and tiny. You’ve got this gorgeous tiny body, a pretty little face, and sometimes it looks like you’re all hair.”

“Hey, I like my hair.”

He wraps his fingers in it, and tugs. “Me too.”

I yawn, and tuck myself further into him.

“Sleep pixie.”

I laugh softly. “Is that going to stick?”

He pulls me closer, and reaches across to flick off the light.

“Oh yeah.”

I find myself drifting, and for the first time in my life.

It’s with a smile on my face.

CHAPTER 10

SERENITY

I wake during the night to a hard, hot body pressed against my back. My body wakes instantly when I realize where I am. I am in Jackson’s bed. Oh god, I’m in Jackson’s bed. My heart flutters, and my stomach does a somersault.  I move gently, only to have Jackson tighten his grip, and jerk his hips into my ass. Oh, he’s hard. Evening wood? Or just a dream? He rubs his cock up and down my backside, and I know he’s fully awake.