Chapter 15 #2
“Oh, well.” He still didn’t pull away from me. He also sounded definitely cheerful. “I’ll take that challenge. Thanks for letting me know.”
He planted a loud smacking kiss between my belly button and my mound before lifting himself onto the bed, still moving his thumb in those tantalizing circles. There was a satisfied smile on his face but his eyes burned with resolute determination.
“It’s okay,” I said when his face got close to mine. “I’ll return the favor. Please don’t worry about it.”
“I’m not worried.” He kissed my mouth before trailing his lips along my jaw. “We’ve got all night. I’m pretty sure I can get you out of your head and make you feel good a few more times.”
I snorted, even though the little bursts of need from his ministrations down below made my nipples pebble again.
When one of his hands traveled up my side and cupped my breast, yanking the lace down to free it and eventually removing it altogether before he squeezed it a little harder than I was used to, my breath hitched.
“See? Leave it to me, baby. You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about all the things I want to do to you.”
I wanted to argue, but the heat building at the apex of my thighs and my quickening breath told me that my body had different ideas. I wasn’t really the type to lie there just letting him do things for me, and since he was within reach now, I wrapped my fingers around his warm, thick shaft.
He moaned when I swiped my thumb over the tip, gathering the wetness there and spreading it out before giving him a few soft pumps. His heart raced where his chest was pressed against my arm, and he nipped my earlobe.
“Harder, baby,” he said huskily. “You’re not going to break me and you’re not going to hurt me.”
I tightened my grip, and when he moaned again, shivers skated down my spine. In that moment, I knew I would get there again. If only because I felt like he knew what I needed better than even I did.
With the feel of him hard and ready in my fist and the primal noises he made while we touched each other, I went tumbling over the edge again in no time.
I stopped moving my hand as the pleasure started building up in me, but when I tried to start stroking him again once I’d caught my breath, he closed his fingers around my wrist.
There was a tortured expression on his face when his eyes met mine, betraying how close he was and how much he needed his own release, but that smirk was still on his lips. “Let me grab a condom real quick. I’ll be right back.”
He pressed an almost playful kiss to my forehead before sauntering out of the room like he didn’t have a care in the world. When he walked back in, he was already rolling the latex over his length and he wasted no time getting back onto the bed.
He didn’t crawl over me like I expected him to, passing me instead to sit with his back against the padded headboard. “Come ride me. I want to look at you while you bury my cock inside you.”
My eyes flared wide open but there was no denying the excited spike in my pulse. “Has anyone ever told you that you really have a mouth on you?”
He shrugged, studying my expression as I scooted over to him on my knees. “You like it.”
“I do.” I smiled as I planted my knees on either side of his hips, positioning his broad head before gripping his shoulders. “I don’t know why I expected anything different.”
I lowered myself slowly, taking him in and trying to adjust to his size while I was at it. I had no idea how I’d managed to fit him in his entirety by the time he was fully inside, but I’d definitely never been as filled up as I was right then.
It was almost painful, but it turned out it was just on the right side of the pleasure-pain barrier. Jaxon didn’t give me time to get used to having him inside me before his hips started moving. His eyes glazed over as he splayed his fingers over my hips and hung on tight.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good,” he moaned as he rammed himself up into me. One of his hands came up to my breasts while his mouth descended to my neck.
I didn’t know how long it took before his other hand slid from my hip to my aching bundle of nerves. He was buried so deeply inside me, touching places I didn’t even know I had while his fingers performed yet another miracle.
I came again before he lifted me off him and flipped me onto my front, tucking my legs in beneath me before slamming inside again.
I was really going to feel it tomorrow, but I didn’t give a damn.
I was too drugged up with lust, too lost in the intense sensations he was causing.
I’d really thought I was done after that last time, but he was hitting me at a totally different angle now.
His hand sneaked around to circle my clit again and his big body folded over my back as he told me what I did to him in harsh whispers.
My core clenched again, and when I felt his stomach muscles dip against my lower back and he just about roared that he couldn’t hold back anymore, I found myself coming apart around him one last time.
When it was over, my limbs were numb and my throat was parched. I only just managed to climb underneath the covers and flip the bedside lamp off before my eyes were closing. Feeling the mattress shift, I reached for his hand but hit his thigh instead.
No matter. The movement from his side of the bed still stopped.
“Sleep here tonight,” I muttered, barely recognizing my own voice.
My eyes fluttered open to see him smiling at me in the soft moonlight filtering in through the window. He nodded when he saw me looking, joined me in the bed, and rearranged me so he was the big spoon to my little spoon.
The last thing I remembered before sleep dragged me under was him sweeping my hair to the side and placing a gentle kiss at the top of my spine.
“Sleep tight, baby,” he murmured, and I was gone, feeling more sated, comfortable, and protected than I ever had in my life.