Chapter Twenty-One #2
The intense way Axel was watching her sobered her, aroused her.
“I won’t tell Nick if you don't tell him,” she whispered.
Surprise shone in his eyes at her words. And he reached out and intertwined his fingers with hers.
Oh mercy, his touch felt so perfect.
“It's been so long since...” he whispered.
She knew exactly what he was saying. It's been so long since he’s been with a woman. Since they were together.
“Let's just forget about the past, tonight. Let's just feel,” she whispered back.
She was burning for him. Yearning for his touch. Wanted to have his mouth on hers again.
His breath hissed out between his teeth, his body going rigid.
“Are you sure you want this? Because if we start, I may not be able to stop, if you change your mind,” he growled in a low voice, his words strained.
Jenna tilted her chin up, meeting his gaze head-on. There was no hesitation in her, no doubt. Just the raw, desperate need that had been gnawing at her since the moment he’d walked back into her life.
“Yes, I’m sure. I want you to make love to me,” she said, her voice steady.
Something dark and feral flashed in Axel’s eyes.
Before she could take another breath, he was pulling her toward the stairway.
They stopped to unhook the lantern, and Axel turned it on.
The light led the way and Jenna’s heart crashed insanely against her chest, as Axel’s hand, strong and firm, held her hand as they ascended to the loft.
Each step felt like she was crossing a threshold.
Like she was leaving behind the past and stepping into something unknown and terrifying and beautiful.
Now he was taking her to where he’d been having sex with another man just last night and it didn’t bother her. She wouldn’t judge a man whose shoes she’d never walked in.
At the top of the stairs, he hung the lantern on the nail beside the rain-drenched window.
Then he turned to her.
The soft glow of lamplight illuminated his face, highlighting every line carved by time and regret and every ounce of desire that he wasn’t hiding anymore.
“You’re still sure?” he asked, his eyes flaring with fire. His voice hoarse.
She nodded, wanting to feel him all around her. On her. Inside of her.
In seconds, his hands were upon her body. Hot like branding irons and everything inside her ignited. It wasn’t just desire, but recognition, memory, and love. One of his hands gripped her hip; the other hand tangled into her damp hair.
He tilted her head back and his mouth crashed down on hers. The kiss was brutal and beautiful at the same time. All teeth and tongue and pent-up hunger.
Jenna moaned into his ferocity.
Her fingers dug into the hard planes of his shoulders as he lifted her effortlessly, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist.
The flannel shirt she wore, rode up her thighs and the quickly cooling barn air hit the bare skin of her butt, but she didn’t care.
All she could focus on was the intoxicating way his cock was pressed against her tummy.
She could feel the thick, hard outline of his engorged shaft through the material of the coveralls.
And the way he held her was like she was something precious and fragile, something he might be afraid of breaking.
As he carried her, Jenna clung to him, her mouth never leaving his, her tongue dueling with his. His shoulder muscles bunched beneath her fingers as he held her.
The hayloft air was thick with the scent of dried grass and old wood. Axel lowered her, and she reluctantly let go of him as he placed her onto the hay mattress and the sleeping bag. The bed was surprisingly comfortable and warm beneath her bare ass.
He left her sitting there and she sat cross-legged, her breathing coming fast and erratic as she quickly unbuttoned the shirt and slipped out of it.
Then she watched him swiftly unzip his coveralls.
She caught glimpses of his bare chest, then as he slid his arms out of the sleeves, tattoos showed up on his upper shoulder on one side.
Oh, that was new. And then more tattoos.
When he’d gone into prison, he’d had no tattoos. She didn’t have the time to study them, as he was now lowering the coveralls over his washboard stomach.
It appeared in prison he’d worked out. He looked stronger, harder, shaped by years she hadn’t lived beside him and the distance between who he’d been and who he was now made her chest tighten.
Muscles laced his abdomen and then as he pushed the material past his hips, his engorged cock sprung straight out. He was fully erect and his big balls were still intact.
Jenna felt flushed. She’d forgotten how big his cock could get and that he had quite the swollen scrotum on him. He’d give her many children with the sperm in those balls, she’d thought in the past.
But would they still be able to have many children? They were both older now. They should already have had all their kids. But now she was just starting.
She pushed those thoughts aside. This was not the time to dwell on it, especially since he was now joining her on the bed.
The mattress dipped beneath his weight, and suddenly the air felt charged, thick with everything they’d lost and everything they were about to reclaim.
She moaned as he pushed her down and leaned over her. His hands cupped her breasts, and his calloused thumbs were brushing over her nipples. His mouth was trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat, along her collarbone, and then to the swell of her breasts.
Jenna arched into his touch as he took one nipple between his lips, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh before he sucked hard, drawing a broken cry from her.
“I missed you so much, Jenna,” he groaned against her breast. She could hear the heartbreak, the suffering he’d endured.
Feeling for him, she tangled her fingers in his short hair, holding him against her as he lavished attention to her other breast, his teeth grazing her hard nipple before soothing it with his tongue.
She blew out a tense breath as pleasure coiled low in her belly, the ache between her thighs growing. She could feel how wet she was, the moisture seeping out of her.
As he moved his mouth yet again to her other breast to suckle on her ultra-sensitive nipple, his hand slid down her body, his calloused fingers tracing the dip of her waist and the flare of her hip. She’d expected him to touch her between her thighs but no that didn’t happen.
Frustration gnawed as he teased her, his touch was silky as a feather as he skimmed over her inner thigh, her knee, the sensitive skin behind it.
She whimpered as her body trembled with the effort of holding still so he could explore her.
Every lingering touch felt like a question, every pause like a plea as if he were relearning her, piece by piece.
“Committing you to memory. I can’t believe we’re together,” he growled against her quivering nipple.
“You are killing me here, Axel,” she breathed. Her breath hitched. The intensity of being wanted, truly wanted, after so many years of feeling unseen, made her eyes sting.
Axel’s lips curved against her skin.
“Mission accomplished,” he muttered and then he moved his head to her right nipple, sucking it between his hot lips and laving his tongue against her sensitized bud.
His fingers finally brushed against her wet folds and Jenna moaned as he rubbed slow, deliberate circles over her clit, then dipped into her pussy for moisture before coming out again to rub again. He caused just enough friction for her to lift her hips, wanting more.
“Axel, you really are killing me,” she hissed, desperation making her want him like right now.
“Shh.”
His mouth had left her nipple and melded over her lips, swallowing her protests as his fingers worked her ultra-sensitive clit. She was so wet down there she could hear the slurping sounds as he dipped in and out an agonizing inch to gather more cream.
Oh! She wanted him to go deeper. Much deeper!
“Man, you are just dripping,” Axel groaned, his voice rough with arousal as he whispered against her trembling mouth.
He slipped one thick finger deep inside of her, curling it just right against her vaginal muscles. Colorful sparkles clouded the edges of her vision and pleasure threatened to crash over her.
“I have missed the way your pretty little pussy clenches around my fingers,” he murmured and his hot mouth melted over hers again, throwing her into an I give a fuck about everything but this mode.
He added a second finger, stretching her, his thumb pressing against her clit as he fucked her with his hand.
“You still love me, don’t you, Jenna,” he purred against her mouth. It wasn’t a question.
He knew.
She’d spent years trying hard to bury the truth, but in that moment it rose up, undeniable.
“Yes!” she cried out her answer, her hips rolling in rhythm with his thrusts.
His fingers were pistoning faster, his thumb rubbing her clitoris in tight, exquisite circles.
Her orgasm was building, a coiling tension deep inside her belly. She was about to come. She was so close!
And then he stopped.
She whimpered her protest, her body shuddering, wanting him, needing him.
“Axel!” she cried.
“Hold on baby doll. I want you to come around me. I need to feel you milking me dry,” he demanded, his voice a dark hoarse craving.
She understood. He wasn’t rushing because he wanted them to meet in the same breath, the same moment, the same surrender. But she couldn’t wait much longer.
“Hurry, please.”
The plea tore from her, raw and unguarded. She knew she wasn’t just asking for pleasure; she was asking for connection.
She needed him inside her. Needed him to possess her.
He was moving now, his muscular body shifting over her and Jenna’s breath caught as his cockhead lodged an inch inside her entrance.
Oh God! The pressure! It was maddening! It was perfect!
Her heart hammered at an insane speed. Everything inside of her braced for the moment she’d been craving since the moment he’d walked back into her life.
And then he thrust inside of her. It was one smooth, powerful stroke and it went deep and it was so welcome.
Jenna cried out, her back arching off the mattress as his hard, swollen cock filled her completely. Her pussy stretched her around his thick intrusion and the sensation of Axel finally being inside of her had her weeping.
It had been so long. They’d been apart too long.
“Shh, don’t cry,” he growled and his warm lips soothed over hers.
He withdrew and slid into her again. She loved the burn of being stretched by her man again. Loved the fullness of his shaft buried deep inside her.
He groaned and his forehead pressed against hers as he held himself still, giving her a moment to compose.
“You feel so amazing, Jenna. Like I’m finally home again. Thank you for not making me wait any longer,” he breathed, his voice rough and filled with emotion. The word home hit her harder than any touch. Home was something she hadn’t felt in years herself.
She bit back her tears and dug her nails into his muscular shoulders. Then she wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing for a deeper penetration.
“Don’t stop, we’re good,” she breathed.
It appeared he didn’t need to be told again as he swiftly withdrew almost all the way out, and thrust into her again, making their hips snap together.
Jenna gasped as he set a punishing rhythm. His cock pistoned perfectly. In and out. Nice, powerful thrusts that she met head on.
The hayloft creaked beneath them and the slap of skin on skin, the wet sounds of their lovemaking filled the air.
“Harder,” Jenna demanded, her voice breathless. She knew he was holding back. Knew he would let go when she demanded it.
A growl tore from his throat, and he grabbed her by her wrists, pulling her arms up over her head.
He obeyed and he went wild.