51. Jaxon
Ava slips into the shower when we get home. The sound of pattering water from the en-suite echoes into the room. When I shut the door, it turns off. I perch on the edge of the bed as Ava steps out with a white fluffy towel wrapped around her body. Steam wafts from behind her, and when our eyes meet, she offers me a smile. I strain at the sight of her like this.
“Come here,” I beckon, breathing through my nose heavily.
If I don’t have her in my arms in the next five seconds, I might die.
Ava’s cheeks heat—and not from the temperature of the shower.
My eyes remain on her face as she takes three steps towards me before she stops. Her fingers clutch onto her towel at her chest. I keep still as she climbs onto my lap, her legs straddling my thighs like earlier.
I press my palms to her back, where the towel has dipped and I can touch bare skin. She slides her hands over my shoulders and gives me a gentle smile with her eyes. “I loved today,” she whispers. “I love spending time with you.”
My lips press to the tip of her shoulder. “I love spending time with you, too.”
“I want you to make love to me.” She dips her head to my neck, and I have to stop my eyes from rolling into the back of my head. “I’m ready. I trust you so much.”
I release a shuddering breath and hook my arm over her shoulder. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
My eyes trace her lips, and I nod once. I lean in as my mouth covers hers. My hands remain on her, but not tightly, a soft caress to remind her this is about love and nothing less. I scoop her up under my arm and twist, pinning her to the bed.
Those big curious eyes look up at me as I break the kiss. My heart almost bursts there and then. I allow my fingers to dance along the edge of her towel softly as I listen to her breathing. “Can I take this off?”
She nods, burying her teeth into her bottom lip. “Please.”
I pull it off her body, leaving her exposed and completely beautiful. My gaze trails across her chest and over her pink hardened nipples. I groan internally as I cover her body with mine, pressing my lips to her neck.
“Goddess,” I whisper beside her ear. “You are divine, baby. Perfect. So damn perfect.”
Ava whimpers as I pepper kisses across her collarbones. She throws her head back in blissful pleasure. I smile into each kiss I leave. Her body trembles, and I peek up at her, my bottom lip skimming her belly button.
I place my hands between her thighs and gently pull them apart, her fingers sliding over mine. You okay, baby?
She presses her lips together in a soft hum. Don’t stop.
My hand parts her legs, and I press my face into the centre of her thighs, my stubble grazing her legs. She gasps at the sensation as I kiss lower and lower.
“Jaxon,” her voice pleads.
I move closer to her core and my cock throbs at the sight of her wetness. I widen her legs and waste no time in placing my mouth over her throbbing clit. The hands that were over my fingers are now buried into the back of my hair.
My tongue glides down and back up through her centre. Her breathing hitches as I taste how heavenly she is. I groan into her core. I’m not able to get enough. I inhale her into my system and keep hold of her thighs.
I gently rub two fingers over her pussy and push them in. Her chest rises off the bed. “Oh, God,” she cries. “Jax.”
The way she moans my name has me growing even harder.
She pants as I begin to pump my fingers in and out of her, continuing to swirl my tongue around her pulsing clit. Her smooth legs tremble as she whimpers out loud. It’s my favourite thing to hear—knowing she feels safe and comfortable enough to share her pleasure with me.
I curl my fingers and press them directly onto her g-spot. I want to bring her to the edge so she can shatter into ecstasy. I glance up and find her already looking at me with dilated eyes and parted lips. Her cheeks are pink, and her throat is tensing in desperation for a release.
Her entire body quivers as I suck on her clit once more. She’s close. “Are you gonna come for me?”
“Yes–” she gasps.
I lower my head back down and listen to her body language, the pattern of her breathing. I respond to her reflexes, what her body wants. My mouth clamps around her again when her orgasm starts to heighten.
Her hips grind down onto my lips and fingers. She explodes.
Ava moans my name over and over until it’s a weak whimper. Those delicate fingers grip onto my hair for leverage as she rides out her climax on my face. I swallow every last drop of her sweetness and continue licking until she’s withering into the bed.
I slowly remove my fingers and slip them inside my mouth to lick them clean. Fuck. She tastes like mine.
Ava’s hair is splayed across the pillow messily. I crawl up her body and brush a few strands from her eyes, seeing a ghost of a smile on her lips. “You okay?”
“Very.” Her eyes glitter.
Then, she leans forward to grip me through my jeans. I take her hand, and she looks at me like she’s done something wrong. “This whole thing is going to be about you and only you,” I say sincerely. “You are my focus. Is that okay?”
I swipe my thumb across the inside of her wrist. “Yeah. But I want to touch you next time.”
“Deal.” I peck her lips.
I push back onto my knees and begin to shed my clothes until I’m naked. Ava’s eyes trail over every exposed part of me, and she shudders as I lean into my bedside table to take out a condom. “Wait,” she whispers. “It’s okay. The doctors gave me contraception to take, and I’m back on it now. We don’t have to use a condom, not if you don’t want to.”
My eyes flare at her. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.” She nods.
I search her face for any hesitation but find none. My throat works around the ball of desire forming. “Okay,” I whisper as I push her legs apart again and shuffle closer to her core. Our eyes meet. “You tell me if you want to stop, okay? If it hurts or you need a second. You. Tell. Me.”
Ava’s fingers entwine with mine. “I know. I meant it when I said I trust you.”
My chest quivers, and I stroke my cock before slowly pushing inside of her. She sucks in a breath, and I pause, caging my arms around her in a gesture of security. It’s only us.
When I slide further in, she rests her hand on my chest, and I stop immediately. “Are you okay?”
My fingers take hers delicately. She shifts her hips slightly and nods. “You’re big,” she exhales as I press my mouth to her palm. “Please, just go slow.”
“Of course, baby.”
I stay still for a moment and allow her to get used to the feeling before I start to move. I rest down on my elbows and drag my lips across her neck, and when she melts into me, I thrust slowly. She gasps into my ear and clings onto my biceps. I pause and wait until her legs start parting further, and I smile into her neck.
My hips move again and again until she brings our lips together in a fiery kiss. She moans against my tongue and sends vibrations straight down my spine until I’m clutching her face and angling it towards me so I can taste every inch of her.
“Better?” I rasp as I pull out and sink back in.
She nods desperately. “Better.”
Then I rest my forehead down on hers. My hips move a tiny bit quicker and deeper, and I watch her face for any slight twitch of discomfort—but instead, her lips are parted, and her beautiful eyes are closed in elation.
She digs her fingernails into the skin on my shoulders. I look at her as she throws her head back with a cry. I speed up. She moans into the room without reservation, and I groan silently, knowing she’s allowing me to see this vulnerable side to her. Because she wants me to.
The sound of the bed bangs against the wall lightly. Her hands move to grip the bed sheets, knuckles turning white. “Oh my God,” she cries out, and my lips find hers.
She groans into the kiss before taking my lip between her teeth and gently biting. My eyes roll in pure pleasure. Goddess, she’s about to be the death of me.
Then she presses her palms flat to my chest, and I stop, concern builds in my heart that I’ve somehow hurt her. But I’m wrong. So incredibly wrong. She pushes me back gently so I slip out of her. Then I’m on my back, and she positions herself on top of me.
This burst of confidence throws me, but I lay back and stare at her through surprised eyes. She hovers herself above my cock and sinks down onto it, her lids fluttering shut as she rocks her hips.
I’m still trying to wrack my brain from what the hell just happened, but I’m not complaining, especially when my hands automatically move to her hips and she rides me with long movements. I watch her in awe. She bounces and grinds and stretches her neck to release a beautiful moan that brings me dangerously close to the edge. But I tell myself to be a team player.
This is about her.
Her head rolls back to face me, strands of dark hair gliding across her eyes, and she leans forward to press her palms to my chest. She takes me deeper at this new angle, and I am in fucking heaven. The way her lips tremble with desire has me forgetting how to use my lungs altogether.
She clenches around my cock as she curls her fingers into my skin, and I know she’s close. I slip my hands up her ribcage and hold her there as she grinds down on me, hips speeding up. Then she lets go. She rides out her orgasm. Her pretty mouth exhales unexpected curse words that make my heart pound in my chest.
I can’t take my eyes off her. My wolf itches to lean forward and mark her as ours, but that’s a conversation for another day. I hear my name slip off her lips as she shudders on my cock.
My arms cage around her back while I tug her chest into mine. I listen to her rapid breaths and racing heart. “You like being in control?” I ask, barely recognising my own voice.
She nods into my neck. “Very much.”
“Good.”
“But I want you to be in control now. I want to see you.”
Her words spark a match inside my soul. I study her face to find a lazy smirk on her lips. I groan and kiss her passionately. Then I flip her down onto the bed, her stomach pressing into the sheets with her leg hitched up half way. Her eyes turn dark at the new position, but she doesn’t protest.
I grip under her thigh and place my mouth next to her ear. “I’ll put my pride aside and let you be in control anytime you want,” I rasp. “But when you ask me to be in control, best believe I am going to make you come so hard that you forget your own name.”
Ava gasps at my statement and bites her lip. “Holy fu–”
I push myself into her again and slip my hand down her stomach and in between her legs. My fingers run circles around her throbbing clit as I thrust from behind. I hold onto her tightly, pressing my lips to her shoulder blades.
My hips gradually speed up, and she muffles her moans into the duvet. Don’t do that, I send through our mindlink. Let me hear you, baby. Let me hear how good you feel.
She twists her head, and our eyes meet. She moans. She moans so loud that my cock twitches inside her. I wasn’t far off when she was riding me. but now…fuck. I want to fill her with my cum and listen to her as she explodes with me.
I grip onto one of her ass cheeks and squeeze lightly. “Jax,” she pants.
“Tell me how that feels.”
“Mmmm.” She nods. “So good.”
Our skin slaps together as I speed up, and I pinch her clit between my fingers. She cries out. “Jax,” she looks up at me, and I see raw vulnerability in her eyes. “Oh, God. I think I’m–”
Ava comes again. Her body jitters, and she grips onto my wrist, pulling me impossibly closer. I press my lips to her ear and drown in the sound of her pleasure. Her eyes roll back, and she glows through her climax. “That’s my girl.” I nip at her lobe. “Look at you. So fucking beautiful.”
The headboard bangs harder this time, the legs of the bed squeaking against the floor. I grit my jaw, and it takes two more strokes, and I’m flying across the finishing line. My throat tenses, and I release a deep groan as I continue to thrust, filling Ava with every last drop.
I slow down and wrap my arms around her. I pull out of her and scoop her up into a blanket. Her eyes fall droopy, but there’s a ghost of a smile on her face. I push away a few pieces of hair. “Are you okay?” I ask as her head rests onto my shoulder.
Her eyelashes flutter open and closed. “Mmm.”
“Mmm, isn’t good enough for me, Ava,” I say as she looks at me properly. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, Jax. I’m okay. I’m more than okay. I’m perfect. I’m whole.”
I cradle the side of her head and bring it into the centre of my chest. “I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you, too. I love everything we’ve made together.”
Our bond tightens as if we’re now bound by a lock. Nothing can break what we have. Nothing can break us. We are indestructible.