Jax
“Take it,” Liz ordered.
“I can’t,” I whined as her hips slammed into me.
I was on the ground with one leg between hers and the other over her shoulder.
She had ordered me not to move and picked out a double-sided dildo that rocked inside her as she fucked me.
I was starting to realize that this was her favorite—both of us getting pleasure while she was still fully in charge.
I’m definitely not the only one enjoying this.
She went so deep in this position that the fake cock was hitting my cervix. My fingers dug into the hard floor below me, but there was no stopping Liz. She had me right where she wanted me.
And I love it.
My body tensed with my orgasm. A string of noes fell from my lips, but we both knew there would be no mercy until I said the safe word.
She held the leg that was over her shoulder harder, using it to push us as close together as possible. Her hips jerked back and forth, throwing me into another overstimulated spiral.
I arched on the ground as the air rushed out of my lungs. I couldn't even make a sound as the orgasm thoroughly wrecked me from the inside out.
“Mommy, pleas—”
“You know what to say,” she reminded me, placing the wand vibrator back on my clit. She had given me two orgasms with it, but now I was thrashing against the floor as it forced my pleasure through me.
“More, more, more! Mommy!”
I tensed before my body melted into the ground below. It was too much.
“How many?”
“Nine,” I answered with a whine.
Liz had slowed her thrusts and was fucking me at a pace normally reserved for lovers—not at all like the degrading, forbidden dynamic going on between us.
“One more, baby girl. One more, and then you get your treat.”
I was shaking, but my body lit up when she mentioned my treat.
The pleasure was so much it was painful, but that was what was so sweet about it. The pain up until the sharp burst of bliss. Liz was attentive. She knew when it was too much and pulled away.
But not now. Now she was forcing me to ride out the last one before giving me reprieve.
“Yes, Mommy. Fuck. You fuck me so good.”
“Just for you, baby girl. You've been so good. You take me so well.”
My fingers found my nipples, and I forced my eyes open as she fucked me. I watched as those beautiful brown eyes stared at me.
“And you’re all mine,” I heard her whisper as she upped the vibration and I was sent headfirst into another orgasm.
I barely had enough energy to moan her name, but she finally seemed satisfied as she watched me lie there panting.
She gave me almost a full two minutes to recover before she spoke again. I barely noticed how she was massaging my thighs until I looked down and saw her doing it.
“It's okay if you're too exhausted for your treat. We can leave it until—”
“No,” I said and forced myself up, my hand already wrapping around the back of her neck and forcing her lips to mine. “I’m owed it.”
She smiled against me. “Then anything. Ask away.”
“Let me make love to you,” I whispered. “Slow. Easy. Trust me with your pleasure.”
I pulled away just enough to see the hesitancy cross her eyes.
“You want to be in charge?”
“I want to make love to you the way you deserve.”
I didn't tell her I’d been wanting to do it since that first night. To me, this was more than just fucking, and she was so much more than just a one-night stand.
She was everything. And I needed to show her that.
Hesitant as she was, she surprised me when she nodded.
“Get on top of me,” I ordered in a whisper. I couldn't wait anymore.
She had already discarded the double-sided dildo, so it was easy for me to slide my fingers over her waiting pussy, cupping it as she climbed over me.
Instead of going straight for her lips, I started at her neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses. She arched into me when my mouth came to her breasts, and ever so slowly, my thumb started to circle her clit.
“Mmm, so good.”
When I finally allowed my lips to go back to hers, we both groaned into the kiss, and then finally I allowed my fingers to slip inside her.
“Roll your hips slowly for me, love.”
The nickname just slipped out, but if she noticed it or had an issue with it, she didn't say anything. She simply rode my hand gently, just like I told her I wanted, and I bent my fingers slightly.
“Jax.”
When she moaned my name, something lit up inside me. There was so much emotion in such a simple string of letters. The world fell away, and all that was left was us.
Liz was so easy to read as she let me explore her body, one hand fucking her and the other memorizing her curves. From the delicate slope of her shoulders to her ribs and her hips, I let my fingers run over everything, committing her to memory.
When her orgasm came, she pulled away, her hooded eyes not leaving mine.
And that's when I felt it. The connection between us she was trying so hard to push away.
There was no going back. I had fallen head over heels for this woman.
I stared at her as she came down from her orgasm. In comparison to everything she’d done to me, her single orgasm felt like nothing, but the way she beamed down at me put all the others to shame.
“Jax…”
“Yes?” I asked as I selfishly ran my thumbs across her cheeks, trying to memorize how they felt.
A part of me was still afraid that this had been too much. That she would pull away. That I would never get to experience this connection ever again. And from the look on her face, I thought she was going to say something that would shatter me.
But then…
“Go on a date with me?”
Shock had me letting out a bit of laughter.
“What? You want to go out with me?”
We’d done all manner of scandalous things in that room, but this was the only time that her cheeks flushed with a bright red hue.
“Yes. I mean, it’s okay if you don't want to, but I have some tickets to a concert and I was just thinking that I had no one to go with and you're here and—”
“Right. So it’s just because you have no one else to go with, hm? I see,” I teased.
“Wait, no. I mean, I want you to come, but if you can’t because you have something else, I totally—
I ran my thumb over her lips to stop her rambling.
“I would love to go out on a date with you,” I whispered, bringing our faces closer so I could kiss her. “Stop overthinking it, okay? Yes. I would love to.”
The nervousness bled from her body, and she melted into me with ease.
“Okay,” she breathed.
“Okay,” I replied.
She smiled and I couldn't help but smile back at her.
Because this was different. This time, this felt like us.