Chapter 10 #2
She stalls, but I’m patient. Obviously, this is difficult for her. I sense her shame even though she’s not at fault—aside from dating a complete tool.
“He said he didn’t like the way I…smelled. That he couldn’t stand the taste.” She squeezes her eyes shut, and goddamn it, seems close to tears.
“Jax. Look at me.”
Slowly, her gaze lifts.
“I don’t know what kind of jackass you dated before, but he was an idiot. I can’t wait to taste you.” I kiss her softly, flash her a reassuring grin, and return to that glorious V between her legs—what may as well be the promised land.
I gently push open her thighs, riveted by this sacred space. I’m well aware I want—and need—to make this good for her and obliterate any self-critical thoughts acquired by some douchebag lacking any fucking skills or manners.
Nearly sheer, light blond wisps grace her pubic area, the fine hair swirling in the middle like an arrow pointing me inside. And when I eagerly arrive, a rosy heaven awaits. “This is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
I slide in a finger and find her soaked. Holy mother. My entire body hums with satisfaction—and vibrates with want. I add a second finger, and she moans, her encouragement reinforcing we’re both here for this ride. “Hmmm. And the wettest. Fuck.”
I’m seriously in danger of shooting my load but there’s no stopping now.
I crave tasting her—right fucking now. Removing my fingers, I lick them slowly, intentionally.
Daaaaamn. Everything about her is addicting, including her essence, a mild combination of salty with a hint of sweetness that all equals savory as hell.
My hands hold her quivering thighs open and fixate on what’s between this beautiful woman’s legs like it’s an offering from the gods.
I’m staring at a treasure chest, and I can’t wait to unlock the secrets it holds.
I’m salivating, my own heartbeat reverberating loudly against my ribcage.
I dive in, my tongue pushing through her initial barriers and into her welcoming, silky depths.
Fuck yes. Jacqui’s moans and arching hips drive me wilder.
She’s so responsive. Forcing myself to slow down, I explore. Discover. Savor.
Lifting my head, I use my fingers to reveal her unique layers, seeking what’s hidden behind her sexy little hood and persuading it out to play with my tongue. Soon that little jewel grows firmer under my attention. Goddamn.
Jax releases strained pants and moans, uttering phrases I can’t quite make out as her hands fist in my hair, pulling it hard.
She’s losing it, and that only makes me double down, taking her cues about what’s turning her on.
I’m sure as hell turned on. There is no sexier woman alive than the one I’m eating out—and I’m desperate to make this good for her, better than anything she imagined, unleashing an orgasm that rocks her world.
Her legs quiver harder, squeezing my head now. She’s getting close. My own heartbeat races as I bring her to the verge.
She blows, and it’s fucking magnificent—from the unrestrained wail that rips from her throat to the bucks and spasms wracking her body to the grip she still has on my head with her hands and thighs.
I’m rocked by how drenched her center is right now…
and my face. My very, very happy face. I ride the high of giving this to her, but I’m also impressed she worked herself out of that other headspace so she could let it happen.
I can’t deny a surge of pride for both of us as Jax whispers a hushed mantra of “Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod” on repeat.
When she comes down, going limp, I climb back up the bed and recline alongside her, thoroughly enjoying the languid expression she wears. “I’d consider myself a lucky man if I could taste you every day for the rest of my life.”
Her smile radiates against flushed cheeks. And when her palm cradles my face, I lean into her touch.
“That was…indescribable,” she rasps.
Sure was. I bend and kiss her, my tongue pushing past her resistance. I want her to taste herself, understand how beautiful she is inside literally. When she complies, my dick only thickens, and I’m dragged further under her spell.
“Take your pants off,” she murmurs.
A grin stretches my lips wide as I shuck off my remaining clothes.
Jax pushes me against the pillows and kneels between my legs, and I dig her taking charge.
Her rapt expression as she admires my cock makes it harder still, as impossible as that seems. Her long hair flutters across my skin, every bit as good as I fantasized.
Then she strokes me for the first time, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
But not for long, unwilling to miss one second of this show.
She licks my leaking head, and I exhale harshly at the sheer divinity of that tongue of hers, how gentle and soft it is as she explores.
My breathing halts. The suspense, the anticipation, the way she looks right now…
I just had that tongue tangling with mine, but experiencing it here?
Otherworldly. My gaze fixates on her rapt attention, her golden hair falling on either side of her face.
And then she finally sucks me into that wet, warm mouth.
My groan erupts at all the sensations.
Sliding. Squeezing. Sucking.
“Goddamn, you’re perfect,” I manage, lacing my hands into her soft strands.
She continues slowly—torturously—exploring before picking up speed.
Opening her throat, she takes me fucking deep, gagging a second before resuming.
My focus hazes but stays fastened on the pleasure she’s performing and acing.
God, she’s beautiful. I can’t believe this stunning woman is giving me head…
and the heat in her eyes tells me she’s enjoying it, she wants this, she’s turned on pleasuring me.
Jax moans with her mouth full and my cock escalates into an amplified frenzy where I can scarcely hang on.
She grips my base, still inhaling my aching steel rod into that warm, wet wonder then reaches her other hand lower to gently handle my balls.
Fuuuuuuuuck. She’s got the ideal touch—light strokes.
More groans escape, all my mental reserves failing as I try not to come too fast…
and she fucking whimpers around my dick.
Game over.
“Jax, I’m—” I warn, barely giving her time to prepare. My balls draw up tight, limbs tensing, spine tingling. Gripping her hair, I hold her steady, detonating into the back of her throat with jerky thrusts she takes like a champ.
Holy ever-loving fuck.
Shudders and jerks ripple through me as I come down, blissed out and thoroughly blown. Mind and dick. I haven’t experienced an orgasm like that in…forever.
She swallows, a small, gratified smile on her face as she crawls to my side.
I fold her in my arms and kiss her deeply, uncaring about tasting my own junk. The depth of my need for her supersedes…everything.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I murmur. “That is one talented mouth.”
My breathing normalizes as we lay entwined, my fingers coasting down her back as I bask—a word I’ve never associated with sex in my entire life.
We’re quiet for several minutes, absorbing all this is, reveling in it. I am, anyway.
My fingers glide along her hair in a light caress. Fuck, I love this hair. “Jax?”
“Mm-hmm?”
“You on birth control or—”
“Covered.”
Thank fuck. There’s nothing I hate more than rubbers—and after smothering my face in her pussy, I want my dick to experience that marvel. It’s already swelling in expectation. “Good,” I say, rolling her onto her back. “Because I need you right fucking now.”
“Yes,” she whispers, sounding equally desperate.
I position myself between her legs, a fresh wave of tremors undulating through her body.
This girl turns me inside out. Unsure what to say, I lift her leg over my shoulder and press a tender, reassuring kiss to her calf.
She melts into my gaze, and I don’t wait a second longer before rubbing my tip against her drenched entrance. Good fucking god.
My pulse leaps again, that jackhammer in my chest pounding with gusto.
With our gazes locked, I sink into her, my body shuddering as sensations rock every cell.
I ease in, and it takes maximum control to go slowly, overriding the impulse to drive into her and stake this magnificent claim like it’s a gold mine.
At the same time, I want to relish this, her, us.
Tingles shoot down my spine as Jacqui’s pussy grips my dick, stretching in tiny, glorious increments with each push forward. And goddamn, it’s the eighth wonder of the fucking world.
My breath stills until I remember to breathe, trapped by her expression and the exquisite sensation of our bodies merging. All thoughts fall away. I barely remember my name. And I could stay in this place forever, this moment where there is only this, us, and now.
“Yesssssss,” she hisses in a long, breathy exhale as her eyes squeeze shut.
“You feel so fucking good, Jax,” I murmur.
When I’ve pulled it together, I drive my hips, finding a rhythm in experiencing this incredible woman for the first time.
She lifts her other leg, straddling my neck, inviting me in deeper.
Man, do I love seeing her in this position, and holy shit, that’s intense.
We fit sublimely, utter fucking immaculately.
She meets me thrust for thrust, our bodies working in tandem.
And I dig that too, her engagement and obvious enjoyment.
I started slow…but now I pound harder and faster, chasing a colossal high from the all-encompassing way her pussy wraps my dick and exalts in it.
I can’t think, let alone understand what is happening here.
My body moves of its own accord. Taking.
Giving. Clamoring. Revering. Claiming. Possessing.
Our uncensored moans and breaths fill the room as the crescendo builds, our tempo wild and fierce.
My grunts collide with her incoherent whispers as my body hovers over the trigger then explodes, a symphony of colors bursting behind my eyelids as I grind into her, punctuating each spasm of my release.
My brain tries firing and stutters. Sweat coats my skin. And my heart beats so hard it almost hurts. Hovering over Jacqui, I bury my head into the pillow inches from hers before gingerly collapsing against her.
“Heroin,” I murmur. Lifting my head, I kiss her cheek and shift to lay beside her. “You’re like goddamn heroin.”