Unconditional Therapy Ch. 02

He dropped to his knees, taking Charlotte with him into the soft ground. They clung together, still pushed up against the tree while Jackson caught his breath and Charlotte kissed lightly along her Daddy's neck. She felt him stirring again inside her, but he pulled out of her warm flesh and began to stroke his reawakened hard on.

Gazing at her with his steely eyes, he methodically unbound her arms as he continued to stroke his thick cock. Charlotte couldn't help herself, she licked her lips as she watched him and her mouth filled with saliva.

"Rub your clit for Daddy," Jackson spoke to Charlotte. "Daddy wants to watch you make yourself cum."

Charlotte blushed, she found that it was intensely intimate and erotic when she moved her hands down to her wet pussy and began to rub her own clit, while she watched Jackson continue to pleasure himself. She could instantly feel her orgasm beginning to build again. Her fingers danced in a swirling pattern across her hardened button and her eyes were fluttering open and closed as she built up the pressure. Charlotte widened her legs, giving Jackson an unfettered view as she slipped her fingers into the space which had just been occupied by his rigid member and then Charlotte arched her back and pushed herself right to the edge. Her fingers slid in and out of her cunt and as her juices coated her fingers and her muscles started to tighten, her frequency increased and she opened her eyes and looked directly into Jackson's eyes with a look that pinned him to the spot, silently telling him that he did this to her, he made her a wanton little whore and she loved it.

"Fuck Babydoll," Jackson panted. "You are so damn sexy! Cum for Daddy, while I paint your tits with your favorite cream."

Charlotte did as she was told and swept her fingers back across her swollen clit and began to vibrate as her orgasm took over. Jackson spilled his seed as he had promised across her shaking tits and then crushed himself into her again, pushing their sweaty bodies into the dirt and claiming her luscious lips as his own. They stayed lying on the ground, a tangle of naked limbs, kissing until even their combined body heat could no longer keep them warm in the cold autumn night and then Jackson picked up his Babydoll in his arms and carried her into the tent.

Jackson

Ten days later, Jackson and Charlotte walked out of the woods and into Jackson's cabin. It had been the best time of Jackson's life and he honestly did not want to return to the city. Charlotte truly was his perfect companion. They had spent every second together on their wilderness adventure and Jackson's love for Charlotte had only grown. He wanted to reward her. He wanted to tell her how amazing she was and how much he loved her. As he watched Charlotte walk across the great room, her hands running across the furniture as she did so, and when her fingers lightly brushed across the strings of his guitar, Jackson had an idea.

He sent Charlotte off to the shower to wash away the grime from their journey and he set to work.

He started a fire, poured them both glasses of wine and then sat down and began to strum his guitar. When Charlotte walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later she stood naked in the doorway, her milky white skin glistening from the lotion that she had applied, and her hair was still wet and it had curled up into loose ringlets around her face from the humidity that her shower had produced.

He hadn't played anything for her before, although Charlotte was aware of his love of music. During their therapy, she had always encouraged him to play whenever he felt stressed. Music was a very good cathartic tool, she had said to him. So, when Jackson was sure that he had her complete attention he slowly changed his random strumming into the initial notes of a familiar tune and then began to sing.

"Baby, I'm amazed at the way you love me all the time, And maybe I'm afraid of the way I love you. Maybe I'm amazed at the way you pulled me out of time, You hung me on the line. Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you. Baby, I'm a man, maybe I'm a lonely man, Who's in the middle of something, That he doesn't really understand. Baby, I'm a man, And maybe you're the only woman who could ever help me. Baby, won't you help me to understand? Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh."

As the he strummed the last chords of the Paul McCartney classic and his voice faded into the empty air of the cabin, Jackson looked up at Charlotte who had eliminated the space between them while he had been singing. She stood in front of him, a naked Venus, and when he removed his guitar from his lap, she took its place and ran her fingers into his short hair. Jackson couldn't help but slide his now empty hands down her back, to come to rest on her magnificent ass. Charlotte moved her face in close and touched her lips against Jackson's lips, but she did not kiss him.

"Mine." She said, her voice breathy and full of unspoken promises.

"Yours." He answered back, and then he kissed her.