Chapter 30 #2
“Open your eyes for me, love. Watch me love you.”
And when her eyes opened, I tilted my hips and found home.
Slowly, I slid into her, loving the way she stretched around me with every inch she took.
Her grip sent sparks through me and the pleasure was walking the border of insanity.
A soft cry escaped her lips as I filled her halfway before pulling back.
I looked between us and groaned at the sight of her juices all over my dick.
Her thigh shuddered against my chest, and I held it tight as I slid into her again.
“Fuck, trouble. You feel…”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Please, I need more.”
Groaning, I pushed deeper and deeper, stealing her breath away. She writhed underneath me, trying to increase the pace, and I obliged her because it was impossible to deny that woman anything. Her left leg wrapped around my waist, drawing me closer and arching her back.
Deep.
Fuck, I was so deep inside her, and maintaining this slow, steady pace was becoming a struggle. My rhythm increased, a desperation clawing through me as our breaths mingled together. Her breasts bounced and sexy little whimpers left her lips with every hard thrust.
“Such a good girl,” I growled at her. “You gonna come all over my dick for me, trouble?”
Her pussy clenched around me, pulling a moan from my lips.
I pulled back before driving into her roughly again.
Her fingers circled my wrist and she was tugging me down, so I dropped her leg and maneuvered it around my waist. Laying on top of her like that, I could feel the heat of her skin.
My eyes searched hers as pleasure pooled in those beautiful ponds of dark honey.
My hands gripped her hips and I commanded every thrust, claiming her as mine.
Mine.
The word had never been more true than in that moment, because Savannah Bristow was mine.
Our bodies slapping against each other fused with the sound of our labored breaths. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and with every thrust, I was more than convinced that woman was made for me. My piercing was rubbing against her pussy walls and she jerked, crying out when I hit her sweet spot.
“Yes, right there. Please, please, Jax, please!”
I reached between us and played with her swollen clit, loving the way she screamed my name.
“That's it, trouble. Be a good girl and come all over my cock.”
The way she responded to me was my own personal drug. She started to buck her hips even more, fucking me the way she really wanted to.
“Make a mess for me, baby. Come.”
Her back arched and a scream tore through her as I continued driving into her.
Her sweet little pussy clenched around my cock and my body tensed as if I was struck by lightning.
I roared as the unexpected, crackling current shot through me and I met her at the edge, tumbling in the precipice of pleasure.
She milked me dry, the greedy little thing she was, and I had to prop myself on my elbows to avoid crushing her with my weight.
“Fuck, trouble,” I breathed out.
My forehead rested against hers, breathing heavy as I tried coming back from the heaven she sent me to. She tightened around me again and I groaned, running my hands up her trembling thighs.
Then I softly kissed her lips. Her jaw. Her cheek. The crook of her neck. Her shoulder.
“That felt good,” she mumbled.
I chuckled against her shoulder. “Better than good.”
My sigh was full of content and deep satisfaction, and I peppered her skin with more kisses. The strands of her damp hair made me remember the bath—you see how everything just disappeared with that woman—and I unwillingly pulled out of her.
“As sexy as you look right now, Miss Bristow, I need to get you into a bath before you get sick.”
She moaned and twisted in the sheets. “If you think I'm moving from this—hey!”
She barely got the protest out before I had her.
“So stubborn.”
One arm slid beneath her back, the other under her knees, lifting her clean out of the sheets despite the half-hearted squirm she gave me.
“Jaxon,” she groaned, head falling back as her arms instinctively looped around my neck. “I was comfortable.”
“You were also soaked in rain an hour ago,” I shot back, already walking toward the bathroom. “And your pussy is a good distraction, love, but I’m not dealing with a sick Savannah.”
The bathroom was already filled with soft steam, the tub halfway full—just enough that the water lapped gently at the sides without spilling over.
“I wouldn't get sick, I just…” She trailed off after I eased her down into the warm water, a small, involuntary sound slipping from her lips. “Okay, this is so much better.”
I smirked. “Uh-huh.”
I helped her settle fully into the tub, her back resting against the porcelain as the water rose around her.
The water shifted as I lowered myself in, settling behind her so her back rested lightly against my chest. My arm slid around her waist, and I pulled her towards me.
Her head rested against my shoulder, and I pressed my lips to her forehead.
She sighed again, quieter this time, before she said, “See, I told you this was a good idea.”
“You told me, huh?” I breathed out a laugh. “Exactly how hard did I fuck you? Seems like you're coming down with a small case of amnesia.”
“I'll find a retort to that when my brain starts working again.”
I chuckled, arm tightening around her waist, and nuzzled into her. “Oh, I bet your smart ass will.”
Content.
For a while, neither of us said anything.
The rain still tapped faintly against the windows, softer now, like it had finally calmed down. The only other sound was the gentle movement of water and our breathing evening out.
My hand moved lazily beneath the surface, tracing slow, absent patterns along her arm, her waist, her stomach, her breasts. All innocent, I promise.
Well, mostly.
I reached for the shampoo before my dick got any ideas, working it into her hair without a word, fingers gentle as I massaged it through. She let me, tilting her head back slightly, trusting without questioning it.
“Careful,” she murmured, eyes still closed. “You’re setting a dangerous precedent.”
I huffed a quiet laugh. “Yeah? What, basic care?”
“No, just…”
When she didn't continue, my fingers stilled for half a second. Then I tugged gently on her hair so she looked at me.
“I'd spend every day with you, just doing this—just giving you the love and care that you deserve. And trust me, trouble, this is the bare minimum.” I bent to kiss her lips. “So you better get used to it.”
She smiled against my lips. “I love you.”
The words came so easy now, but they still had my heart crashing against my chest.
“You better. I'm the total package, baby.”
“Oh God.” She laughed, rolling her eyes and facing forward again.
Smirking, I rinsed the last of the soap from her hair, letting the water run clean again. Then my hands moved to her body, from the swell of her breasts under the bubbles to her inner thighs. Had enough time passed for recovery? Because I was ready to bury myself in her again.
Her breathing hitched when my fingers came dangerously close to her pussy.
“Jaxon.”
“Mhm?” My thumb pressed to her clit and moved in small circles.
“We… Jax, wait.” She grabbed my wrist to stop my movements and glanced back at me. “We have to talk about the Lori situation.”
“I remember promising to fuck you until you can't walk.” I pressed a slow kiss to her shoulder. “We'll talk in the morning. No, shhh. You’ve had enough thrown at you for one day.”
I paused, searching her eyes and giving her a reassuring smile.
“We’ll figure it out in the morning,” I added. “Together. For tonight, just let me love you.”
I felt her relax back into me, just a little, and she bit her lip to stop the smile from taking full form.
“Okay,” she said quietly.
And then I proceeded to shower her with love again.
And again.
And again.