Being six feet tall, Jackson was dressed in all black, with his shirt sleeves pulled up to reveal his fine little arms. When he held Nidia with his large bony hands, she dared not even look at him, even at the taut muscles and the skin of Jackson's arms.
Since the bedroom was too quiet, they could even hear each other's gasp, the low sounds of lips and tongues emitted when they intertwined.
Being bewildered, Nidia couldn't stop her body from shivering when she looked at him.
Jackson didn't take off his shirt and his suit pants. He just held her body in his arms and lowered down his head for a delicate kiss.
"Jackson, don't torture me." Nidia spat out the words in a broken voice as the man temporarily stopped kissing her.
Using his rough fingers to stroke her warm and soft face, Jackson lowered his forehead against hers, kissed her, making her to burying herself into his arms.