19. Helen
Chapter 19
Helen
The car journey home had been torturous. It dragged on forever and Jax’s hand on my leg the entire way had not helped. I was so turned on that my thighs felt wet and I wondered if it was inappropriate to hitch up my dress so I could show him what he was doing to me.
And now he was standing behind me, his arm wrapped around my waist as he nuzzled into my neck. I should have been worried if the neighbours could see, but right now, all I cared about was getting the key in the lock of my front door, but my shaking hands were making it impossible.
“Bloody thing,” I muttered, making Jax chuckle, the sound like a flaming arrow to my oversensitive lady bits.
“You okay there, beautiful?”
“Key. Lock. Can’t.” Oh, God. Now I’ve lost the ability to talk.
“I like you like this.” His hand covered mine, and he helped me turn the key with ease. “Desperate. Now get inside.”
He barely had the door locked behind us when his lips crashed against mine and his hands grabbed my arse, pulling me hard against him. “Tell me what you want?” he demanded in between kisses.
“You,” was all I could say.
“Let’s go to bed, because, while I want to do unspeakable things to you right here, I also want to be able to explore every inch of you.” Taking my hand, Jax guided me up the stairs until we were standing in the middle of the bedroom. “Lose the dress, but keep the shoes on.”
I dropped my eyes, wondering if I could do this, nerves bubbling in my stomach.
“Helen.” I looked up to find Jax smiling down at me. “You are perfect, and I want to look at you.” He gathered the material of my dress, pulling it up my body and up over my head, leaving me in my underwear. “Turn around.”
I moved slowly, stepping closer to the bed. Jax reached up under my camisole, unhooked my bra, and removed that as well, so the soft silk dusted my nipples.
“Can I touch you?” he whispered against my ear and I nodded in reply, my mouth too dry to speak.
His hand skimmed my skin, dancing over my stomach and up to my breasts. He cupped them both, rolling my nipples between his fingers, making my back arch, pushing me further into his touch.
“I think you should wear silk all the time. Ever since I saw you in that robe, it’s all I’ve been able to think about.”
I wanted to reply, but the need burning through me torched my words.
“The way it clings to your curves…” He guided me to kneel up on the bed, parting my thighs as he stepped in behind me. At some point, he’d ditched his shirt and his warm skin pressed against my back as his hands moved over my body. “I’ve never heard you this quiet. Are you okay?”
I turned my head to look back at him. “Nervous, needy,”
He chuckled. “Needy, eh? What do you need, beautiful?”
I rocked my hips shamelessly, feeling his hard cock rub against my arse. “I want to feel you.” I paused as my skin heated, not used to being so forward about what I wanted. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Jax muttered something I couldn’t quite hear as his hand pushed down under the waistband of my shorts. He circled my clit, and I cried out, a rush of pleasure flooding from me. Jax’s other hand came from behind, moving my shorts to one side and edging my entrance.
“God, you’re so wet for me, beautiful.” He pushed the tip of his finger inside me and I whimpered, wanting more, wanting him to fill and stretch me. “We’ve got all night and we can go as slowly as you want, but be warned that I am going to wreck this tight pussy tonight.” He moved his finger in and out, slipping it a little deeper each time.
I cried out before I turned my head, needing to kiss him. Reaching my arm behind me, I buried my fingers in his hair as our lips moved together messily. His finger pumped in and out of me as he worked my clit, the double attention making my toes curl inside my new shoes, and seconds later, I came hard, gripping onto Jax so I didn’t get washed away in the pleasure surging through me.
“Such a good girl,” Jax muttered against my lips, making my whole body shudder as he eased out of me. “Lie on your back for me.”
Chest heaving and body tingling, I shuffled up the bed, kicking my shoes off so they landed on the floor. I watched Jax unfasten his belt and drop his trousers, wiping his arousal-covered finger that had just been inside me over the head of his hard cock that was so long, it poked out of his white boxer briefs.
Licking my lips, I took him in. Wide, not an inch of fat on his tattooed body. He was so handsome, I wondered if I was dreaming the whole thing.
Without a word, Jax moved up the bed, easing my shorts off before tossing them to the side. He spread my legs wide, holding them open by my ankles, staring down at my now exposed sex.
“Did you get waxed, Helen?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Why?”
He edged his fingers around my entrance before running them through my folds, dragging my arousal to my clit. I watched, entranced by his reaction to such an intimate part of my body.
“For you.”
He smiled, his eyes lifting to mine. “You don’t ever have to change yourself for me. You're perfect, but I appreciate the gift.”
I leaned up on my elbows and he pushed his finger up inside me again, making us both groan. He stared at where we connected, filling me slowly until I was fisting the sheets.
“Tell me what you need. I want your words as much as I want your pleasure, beautiful.”
“More,” I begged. His lips twitched before he added a second finger and his mouth sealed over my clit, making me scream in surprise.