Hugh Jackman ✨One Shots✨

Conflicting Feelings Part 5

I felt his lips make their way to my neck as he softly nibbled, saying softly in my ear, "Do you know how long I've dreamed of having you in my arms, love?" as he held me tightly. I let my eyes close, taking the moment in. 

I let out a small moan, "Do you know how long I've dreamed of being in your arms? Being held by you and feeling the world around us fade away..." I sighed as he held me from behind, caressing my curves as he continued kissing my neck and my shoulder. 

I grabbed his hands, pulling them up to my breasts, making him cup them. "Do you remember that time in England when I walked in on you changing shirts?" He asked randomly with a chuckle. 

I giggled, "Yes. I was mortified." I confessed, turning to look at him. "Why?" I asked, furrowing my brows with a smirk on my lips. 

He got a tad embarrassed and laughed, "I never thought I'd tell you this story. But do you know how many times I wanked off to the memory?" 

My eyes widened and I gasped, dying of laughter, "I swear I'm not trying to ruin the mood. You putting my hands on your boobs just made me think of it." He said reassuringly, trying to contain his laughter. 

I covered my face as it grew redder, "I'm seriously so done with you. Can you please just stop talking and go back to doing what you were doing?" I said chuckling, causing him to giggle as he went back to kissing my neck as I turned my back towards him. 

I could feel his smile against my skin, "I'm so in love with you." He said, barely above a whisper as I felt his erection poking me in the back. 

I bit my bottom lip nervously, "Really?" I asked, as I felt him cup my breasts, squeezing them as he grabbed the side of my face, turning my head to kiss me. 

"It's driven me mad for nearly two years not being able to show you." He said with a sigh, looking into my eyes. 

A small smile appeared on my lips, "Now you can." 

He smiled as he removed his hands from my breasts, placing them on either side of my face, pulling me into the most intense, passionate kiss I've ever experienced. I pushed my hips into his, grinding against him as my hands explored his shirtless torso. This was the moment I'd spent years knowing would only ever happen in my deepest, darkest fantasies and man, was he a phenomenal kisser. 

I heard him moan slightly as I sucked on his bottom lip continuing to grind my hips into his. I could feel him growing the harder I began to grind as both of our moans filled the air. He slowly climbed on top of me and began removing my tank top and pajama shorts, looking into my eyes with nothing but love. He kissed me softly as he started unclasping my bra, removing it along with my panties. I tugged at his Calvin Klein's, causing him to chuckle softly as he removed them, freeing his erection. 

My eyes widened at the size of it. He noticed and began laughing, "It's been awhile since I've gotten that reaction." He said shaking his head at my reaction. 

I smiled, "I'm a bit scared of you right now." I chuckled. 

He climbed on top of me, holding his weight with his elbows, "Don't be, love. I would never hurt you." He said, kissing my forehead. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to." 

I nervously bit my bottom lip, looking deeply into his hazel eyes, "I want to." 

He positioned himself at my entrance and slowly entered me, the size causing me to silently wince. He quickly stopped moving, "Are you okay, baby?" He asked softly. 

I took a deep breath, nodding, "I'm okay." 

"Keep going?" He asked, almost hesitating by my reaction. 

I nodded, and felt him start moving again, pushing himself deeper as he brought his lips to mine to distract me from adjusting to his size. He held my chin, continuing to kiss me as he did gentle slow strokes. As my body finally adjusted, I wrapped my arms around his neck, moaning into the kiss. 

"Faster." I said against his lips, wrapping my legs around his waist, forcing him deeper into me. He moaned loudly as he forced himself deeper and began moving at a quicker speed, practically pounding into me, causing me to cry out in pleasure as my hands tugged at his black hair. "Harder." I moaned out, feeling him begin literally fucking the shit out of me. 

I placed my hands on his chest, pushing him off of me, as I moved onto my side, positioning one leg over his shoulder. He entered me, roughly thrusting as he held my leg over his shoulder and began kissing my leg as he moaned my name. I could feel him throbbing inside me as I felt my orgasm approaching as he placed his other hand on my hip and thrusted as hard as he could. I could feel his sweat dripping off of his body, landing on my own as he looked down, watching himself go in and out of me. 

"Fuck Baby, I'm gonna cum." I cried out, as he continued making love to me. His thrusts became choppy as we climaxed together. He collapsed beside me, pulling me onto his chest, kissing my freshly fucked hair, holding me tightly. 

"Was that better than your jerk off sessions about my boobs?" I asked cheekily. 

He chuckled, "Loads. Quite literally." 

I snuggled into his chest, closing my eyes falling into a peaceful slumber. He was perfect. He was everything I'd ever wanted and it was finally happening. As pissed off as I was having to drop my own plans to fly to another country to be there when his dad died, I was glad I did. Nothing beats being held by him. Nothing beats hearing him telling me he loves me and showering me in hundreds of kisses. 

The next morning, I woke up to my phone buzzing, it was a text from Ava, Hugh's 18-year-old daughter. 

Ava Jackman: Have you heard from dad? I can't reach him on the phone. 

Me: I spoke to him last night. His phone might be dead, but he was okay when I talked to him.

I was praying Oscar didn't tell her where Hugh was and I was hoping Deb wouldn't. Ava was a sweet girl. Oscar was a sweet kid. I didn't want them being brought into the drama. 

Ava Jackman: Mom told us he's with you. Os and I aren't mad. I just hadn't heard from him & got worried. As long as he's happy i'm not upset about what he does.

I smiled, laying my phone back down. His kids were raised strict. Deb was always the friendly parent, Hugh was the bad cop. But, his children loved him, respected him and were extremely mature for their age. They just wanted their father happy and of course, their mother. I looked over at Hugh, who was still sleeping and smiled, biting my bottom lip as I snuggled back into his bare chest.