CHAPTER TEN
April unties him not long after she's finished.
She pulls the damp cloth out from between his teeth, runs the pads of her fingertips across his bottom lip.
His eyes are closed, brows knotted as he comes back to earth, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows a dry breath.
"We need to talk." Jackson mumbles after a moment,when she's towering over him, half naked and unwrapping the scraps of cotton around his wrists.
"No." She shakes her head once, twice, sighs deeply, "We don't."
She drops the pieces of shredded pillow case down on his bedside cabinet after folding them neatly.
April falls back down on her side of the bed then, pulling down the hem of her nightshirt as she kicks her legs out.
She turns away from him then, faces her side of the room completely, much like she had earlier that night.
"Yes." His hand is on her waist again, just as it had been a short while ago, but his touch is lighter now, and she willingly turns herself over to face him this time. "We do."
Jackson nods to himself, to her, flicks his gaze back and forth between her red lips and hazel eyes.
"Tell me what that was." He demands softly, frown gracing his face as he watches her, lifting a hand to smooth down the side of her face when she sighs. "Tell me."
"That was what you do to me." She gulps, licks dry lips to find her voice.
Turning onto her side to face him directly, April bats long lashes and sweeps her thumb right across his collarbone, grips his shoulder in her hand.
"Almost every day, since we've been wed, since you've been crowned you've made me feel like that. Like a child's toy, a play thing." She paused, "I'm not that. I'm not something you can just pick up and throw away whenever you feel like it.
There's a silence, and he takes a second to shift closer, to drift a hand to her stomach and trace her expanding flesh.
"I'm your wife, Jackson, not a whore at your beck and call whenever you want to feel like a man. I have pride, and while I respect you, I'm not going to spread my legs for you when you ask me to, no, when you make me."
She leans back against the cushions then, red hair fanned out at her sides as she chews the insides of her cheeks as she shoots a glance up at their decorated ceiling.
"You men seem to think that once you take a wife that you're guaranteed a good lay for the rest of your marriage. As though a wife is just a mouth for you to fuck whenever you feel like it."
Her hands slide down to her stomach, clasping beneath her small bump.
"That's what you do to me, lately. You've been using me, and fucking me when you feel like it and I am not going to let you do that anymore."
Didn't women once get into trouble for talking like this, for betraying their husband's wishes and refusing to submit?
"Alright."
The redhead raises a brow then, look over at him through the corner of her eye.
Jackson moves closer, leans up on his right forearm casually and slides his left hand along her stomach, covering her own warm hands with his.
"I am sorry that I made you feel like that. I am sorry that you think I am like that. I assure you that I'm not." He tells her earnestly, slight crease to his small smile.
She knows he isn't that person deep down. She knows he has a heart, and he cares for her deeply, he just sometimes has a hard time showing it.
"I know that you're worth more than that. You have always been worth more than that, even when I still refused to admit it, to see it."
He drops his head slightly, forehead to her pillow but body still pushed up on his forearms.
"You are my wife, and I love you, and I want you to know that I will only ever make love to you when you allow me. I won't push you."
She nods, smiling faintly as he stares down at her, and her gaze shifts to his lips.
"You can kiss me, you know."
He leans closer, raises his left hand to the outline of her face, cradling her jaw tenderly, earning a soft moan in return when he traces her bottom lip with his index and middle fingers.
"May I?"
"You can always kiss me." She whispers.
Her smile turns into a mild grin when he covers her mouth with his own, teeth grazing her lips as he pulls away but keeps his lips lingering, wine breath haunting her own.
"Can I do more than kiss you?" Jackson teases her huskily, slides his left hand from her face down to the side of her body, long fingers curling around her waist.
She simply nods, not too eagerly as to not let him win. If he's making it up to her, he still has some way to go.
"What can I do?"
She frowns, confused by his question. "What do you mean?" April giggles softly.
His lips begin to trace down her neck then, though his eyes remain piercingly locked on her face. His tongue circles her creamy flesh, sharp teeth scratching her delicate nerves.
"What can I do to you?"
The question awakes something inside of her, almost makes her clench her thighs and push him away.
"You can kiss me."
"Yes. But I'm already doing that." Her King scrunches his nose jokingly, continues to nip and suck at the skin of her neck.
She shivers, jumps slightly when he taps a nerve, hits that spot just below her ear, and he earns a small moan in reply.
"Then kiss me elsewhere."
"Where would you like me to kiss you?" He is going to make her say it, isn't he?
His lips travel down to her shoulders then, tugging on the flimsy material of her nightgown, dragging it down her arm with his teeth.
She watches him, watches his every move.
Her cheeks are flushed, a shade redder than their usual and she can feeling wetting beneath her long shirt, thighs pushing together to keep him out.
"Well?" He kisses her shoulder, continuing down her arm, "Where. Would. You. Like. Me. To. Kiss. You. April?" He repeats between kisses, cutting his question into pieces to lick her skin between his lips, trace each and every single freckle.
His right hand has shifted to her other side now, both hands wrapped around her hips accordingly.
"Down."
She closes her eyes, throws her head back against the cushions when he roughly pulls down the top of her nightgown, exposing her breasts and placing his mouth over her left nipple, tongue swirling over her bud and hands digging into her sides.
April moans, feels her legs finally drift apart as he smoothes his right hand between her thighs, and his left hand firmly cups her free breast, mouth still blissfully attacking her right.
"Further."
She grits her teeth, bites back on her tongue when he flicks his tongue over her nipple, runs the pad of his thumb over her other.
And then he moves, does the same to the opposing breasts, kills her all over again.
"Tell me." He mumbles, face pressed into her flesh and suckling sweetly at the swell of her breasts, palms skimming the outsides and pushing his face deeper between them.
She pushes her back up, shifts her front into him pleasurably, moving her hands back up by her head.
Her eyes snap open when he slides down her body, keeps a tight grip on her breasts, the material of her nightshirt pooled around her waist carelessly.
"Tell me what you want."
This is was she asked for, right? To be in control but feel under his touch at the same time? She wants to be powerful but still loved?
This is pleasurable for them both. They're even now, right?
"There-"
She knits both brows, feels her throat dry when he slips lower, scrunching the material of her nightgown up in his fists as he kisses the insides of her thighs, warm breath boiling against her skin.
His lips keep nearing her wet center, but he doesn't touch her there just yet, instead keeps his mouth pressed against her skin and not her intimacy.
"Jacks-"
"Tell me." He growls, slides both hands down her stomach and drops them to her knees, curling his fingers around her bone.
He pulls them up by the sides of his face, before pushing them further forward, making her hold her legs up straight.
"Cross your ankles." Jackson demands of her, though his voice isn't as harsh as it has been in the past. He has a dark look in his eyes and her nostrils flare when he continues to watch her, keeping his face so close to her soaking mound.
April throws herself back down onto the worn cushions, pulling her tired legs up to her stomach and crossing her ankles together like he'd asked her to.
"Lie still. Okay?" He adds as an afterthought, running edged palms up the backs of her thighs, gripping them tightly in his hold as he leans over her curled behind, "Tell me if you want me to stop, alright?"
She just nods, choosing to keep her eyes focused on the ceiling instead of on his face. She can feel his breath against her body, and she feels her insides begin to throb again when he kisses the soft skin between her heated centre and buttock. It's so close, but-
Her eyes flutter when he finally presses his lips against her, kindly and in a slow rhythm of kisses. She feels herself clench, her knees shake when his tongue slides against her, teasing her bundle of nerves and stopping on her nub. He kisses it gently, keeps his hands pressing into her bent thighs, towers over her.
April feels her mind begin to fog when his mouth starts to lap at her core, lips caressing her delicate skin and his tongue tickling her clit every now and again.
The position she's in only adds to her pleasure, and she feels her body reach that sacred point of ecstasy a little sooner than usual.
His lips curl around her nub then, pulling, and suckling softly as he frowns, grunts as he pushes further into her, brings his right hand down from his grip on her leg.
He keeps his mouth pressed against and licking her wet lips as he slides a finger up her slit, replaces his lips with his thumb on her clit, rubbing frantic circles, bringing her closer to that edge.
She moans aloud at that, feels her back contort and her legs become almost difficult to keep up. But she won't let them fall back down just yet. If she does, he'll stop, and she definitely doesn't want him to stop.
"Hmm." Her pink lips are deserted, eyelashes fluttering and throat waiting to be quenched by something damp.
He's somehow wrecking her, and enjoying himself while he does it, but letting her be in control. He isn't forcing her to cum, isn't making her watch and obey him.
He's respecting her, the way she wanted him to.
Her back twitches then, just when she thinks she'll never actually reach that feeling, when her legs are growing weak and her hands are giving up and he's still going down on her like some savage enjoying a delicious meal.
The thought alone, of seeing him actually do that, eat and suck away at her like she was a delicacy, makes her shiver, makes her muscles ache and her veins pulse and her bloodstream run hot.
And she loves it, loves him for doing it for her.
"I'm gonna-" Her eyes snap shut when he does it again, flicks his tongue over her clit and slides another finger past her dripping lips.
"Tell me what you're going to do." He encourages her, eyes flashing up at her, between her legs, and she notices the now shaded emerald green contrasting perfectly with his darker skin.
"Gonna co- I- Ah!"
She cries out when her thighs clench and her knees buckle. Her toes curls and flex and she rides out the feeling of euphoria, the urge to stretch her legs out making her stomach ache, her body bending forward into him.
He smirks then, slips his fingers away from her soaked core as she moans, grips the back of his head in her hand, and scrapes her nails down his skull for support.
He leans back down then, moving his hands up her exposed legs and gripping a firm hold on her thighs as he gets back to work.
Jackson flicks his wife's face a quick look as he kisses her nub, runs his right index and middle fingers up and down her slit calmingly, lightly tapping her clit as she continues to shake, practically convulse around him, hands clawing at his head and her legs tightening around his touch.
"Fuck!"
The redhead finally finishes her climax then, after he's lapped at her until she was dry.
Her chest still pants for a good few moments though, her neck and face flushed and her body still pulsing as he shifts back up to meet her face, lips tracing lazy, tired patterns over her chest and shoulders along the way.
"What was that?" She breathes out heavily, lifts a hand to the side of his face when he kisses her quickly, spreading her savored taste across her own lips.
He smirks, hovers over her body and rests on both elbows, propped up by her shoulders. He runs his hands through her disheveled hair, licking his lips in the process and leaning back down to her mouth.
"That was what you do to me."