Chapter 05
Third Person's POV
Jackson never imagined he would receive a death threat simply for watching educational content about intimacy. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on him—he had been trying to become a better husband, only to be threatened with violence for his efforts.
Paige's demeanor shifted completely as she laughed, the dark aura that had surrounded her moments before dissipating like smoke. "You should have just told me from the beginning," she said with her usual cheerful tone. "I'm not angry about that."
She wrapped her arms around Jackson's arm affectionately while taking his phone and scrolling through his browser history. Jackson breathed a sigh of relief as the familiar, bubbly Paige returned, though he couldn't shake the feeling that the menacing version he had just witnessed wasn't entirely his imagination.
Jackson placed his hand on his forehead and closed his eyes, trying to process what had just happened. Part of him wanted to believe that Paige's threats had been empty words spoken in a moment of jealousy, but another part of him—the part that had learned to survive on the streets—recognized the genuine danger in her voice. He would need to be more careful going forward.
"These women are so ugly," Paige commented dismissively as she continued scrolling through his phone. "They're obviously used up, and you won't learn anything useful from watching them."
She set his phone down on the study table and turned to face him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "How about we practice together? You can use me as your partner," she suggested casually.
Jackson blinked in surprise, his mouth opening and closing without sound. "What?" he finally managed to say.
"I'm one of your wives," Paige pointed out matter-of-factly. "This isn't a big deal."
Before Jackson could respond, Paige stood up and began removing her t-shirt. Jackson's eyes widened in shock as he realized she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, her full, perfectly shaped breasts coming into view. At twenty years old, Paige's body had reached full maturity, and she could easily compete with her older sisters in terms of beauty and figure.
Jackson swallowed hard and instinctively covered his lap with his hands as his body responded to the sight before him. He quickly averted his eyes, his face burning with embarrassment.
Paige laughed at his reaction, finding his shyness endearing. She continued undressing, removing her pajama pants and the delicate piece of fabric that covered her most intimate area.
"Husband," she called softly, reaching for Jackson's hands and placing them on her waist. When he looked up at her, she leaned down and kissed his lips gently. Jackson responded instinctively to her kiss, and before he knew what was happening, he found himself laying Paige down on the bed.
Jackson's gaze traveled slowly over Paige's entire body, taking in every curve and contour until his eyes settled on her most intimate area, which was flushed pink with arousal. A string of curses ran through his mind as the reality of the situation hit him—Paige was lying beneath him, completely naked and willing.
Jackson began kissing Paige's neck, his lips trailing down to her collarbone as his hand explored her body. When his finger found her most sensitive area, Paige had to bite her lip to keep from moaning aloud. Jackson's touch was gentle but confident as he explored the delicate folds of her femininity, his fingers finding the small bundle of nerves that made her entire body tremble.
The sensations were unlike anything Paige had ever experienced. Jackson's touch sent waves of pleasure through her body, making her arch her back and press closer to him. When his mouth moved to her breast, taking one nipple between his lips and teasing it with his tongue, Paige couldn't hold back her moans any longer.
Jackson paid careful attention to her reactions, noting what made her gasp and what made her body tremble. He alternated between gentle caresses and more intense stimulation, using his tongue and teeth to tease her sensitive nipples until they were hard and aching.
Paige's hands tangled in Jackson's hair as waves of pleasure washed over her. When Jackson moved lower, kissing a trail down her stomach to the apex of her thighs, she had to cover her mouth with the back of her hands to muffle her cries.
"Pretty," Jackson murmured as he settled between her legs, his breath warm against her sensitive skin.
Paige's face turned crimson at his words. "Idiot," she whispered, though there was no real irritation in her voice.
Jackson thought to himself that Paige was far more beautiful than any of the women he had seen in the videos he had been watching. Her body was perfect, flushed with arousal and glistening with moisture.
He gently parted her legs and began exploring her with his tongue, starting with long, slow strokes that made her entire body shudder. The taste was slightly salty but not unpleasant, and Jackson found himself becoming more confident as he continued his ministrations.
When Jackson found her most sensitive spot and began focusing his attention there, Paige cried out loudly, her back arching off the bed. He alternated between gentle licks and more intense suction, driving her to the edge of madness with his skilled tongue.
Jackson also used his tongue to explore her entrance, the sensation making Paige's eyes roll back in her head. He continued his passionate assault until he decided it was time to prepare her more thoroughly.
Knowing from his research that Paige was likely a virgin, Jackson understood the importance of proper preparation. He didn't want to cause her unnecessary pain, so he began slowly, inserting one finger and then gradually adding more as her body adjusted to the intrusion.
Jackson's own arousal was becoming almost painful, but he forced himself to maintain control. He wanted Paige's first time to be as pleasurable as possible, even if it meant enduring his own discomfort.
Paige winced slightly as Jackson worked to stretch her, but the discomfort was mixed with intense pleasure that made her head spin.
"Sorry, I need to prepare you properly so you won't be hurt later," Jackson explained, moving up to kiss her lips tenderly.
Paige responded eagerly to his kiss, lost in the sensations he was creating throughout her body. After several minutes of careful preparation, Jackson felt her body reach its peak, her muscles contracting around his fingers as she experienced her first climax.
He gave her a moment to catch her breath before asking, "Are you okay?"
Paige laughed breathlessly and wrapped her arms around Jackson's neck. "Hell yeah," she replied, pulling him down for another passionate kiss.
However, Paige's expression changed to one of discomfort as she felt something hard and warm pressing against her entrance. The sensation was foreign and slightly painful.
"Ow!" she exclaimed, pulling away from Jackson's kiss.
Jackson immediately stopped when he saw tears forming in Paige's eyes. Panic filled his voice as he asked, "I'm sorry! Should I pull out—"
"No!" Paige interrupted quickly. She told him to go slowly, explaining that it was just very painful at first.
"Calm down. Focus on me," Jackson said gently, kissing her again while his hands found her breasts. He teased her nipples, using the pleasure to distract her from the discomfort as he slowly entered her.
The combination of pain and pleasure was overwhelming for Paige. When Jackson was fully inside her, she felt something tear within her—her virginity finally claimed. Jackson wiped away the tears on her cheeks and kissed her lips softly.
"Just tell me when you're ready for me to move," Jackson said, though maintaining his stillness was torture for him. His every instinct screamed at him to move, but he refused to be selfish when Paige was in pain.
Jackson continued kissing Paige tenderly, giving her time to adjust to his presence inside her. When she finally began to relax, he started moving slowly—at first, he could only hear small sounds of discomfort, but gradually those sounds transformed into moans of pleasure.
"Ja-Jack— ohhh! Ahmp. Faster, Jack," Paige gasped, her body beginning to move in rhythm with his. She couldn't explain the incredible sensations that Jackson's movements were creating within her, the way he seemed to be driving all rational thought from her mind.
"Pa-Paige— let's take it slow. I don't want to hurt you," Jackson replied, holding her body close to his as he maintained his gentle pace. He kissed her deeply and then moved his lips to her neck, marking her skin with gentle love bites.