36. Jaxon
JAXON
When she shows me what she did for my nephew and niece, a pulse of possessiveness runs through me and settles under my skin.
That’s the moment I fully admit to myself that I don’t want her to go, and that I am going to do everything in my power to try and keep her here.
At least for longer than her contract… but that will come.
All I want to do right now is claim her.
When my eyes drift to the paint, I have a crazy idea. And even though I’ve never done anything like this before, she follows suit without question. Seeing her with paint marks on her… marks that I put there… There isn’t a moment in this life when I have felt so feral.
My intention wasn’t to have her on her knees, but after I write mine on her chest and she looks at me with a mirrored intensity, I let her do what she wants.
When she lowers down, she takes her paint-filled hand and puts a handprint right over my black boxer briefs, before writing her own m-i-n-e above my waistband.
Under the black light, the neon orange glows, and it gives me satisfaction that she feels the same way.
After she lowers my underwear, she doesn’t use her hands, just her mouth, and takes me little by little while holding my eyes.
My hands are still full of paint, and I can’t help but put more streaks all over her; in her hair, on her cheek, on her shoulder.
It does nothing to quell the surge of possessiveness overtaking me; I can’t stop myself from going harder and harder.
Before I know it, I’m full on fucking her mouth.
She is moaning as I’m doing it, taking it like a champ, and it makes me even crazier.
Her hands are braced on my thighs as I hold her face and move in her.
It doesn’t take long before I’m on the edge of my orgasm, but I don’t want to come in her mouth.
When the sensation starts in my back and rips around, I pull out to her confused face and grab my cock.
The confusion doesn’t last long, though, because after two more pumps, I shout her name as I come all over her chest, marking her, as her eyes hold mine.
Fucking Christ, I’m out of my ever-loving mind.
With one hand still holding my dick, I take the other and use my thumb to rub the liquid into her skin, smearing it with the paint.
I tilt my head to the sky for a few beats to slow my heaving chest, and when I look back down at her, she’s smiling at me.
Fucking smiling. Jesus, I won’t survive her.
“I’m so into this, it’s not even funny,” she says.
“I’m sorry. That was…” There aren’t words to defend myself, and they come between uneven breaths. “I didn’t expect to lose control.”
“That was so fucking hot. A checkbox I never knew I had.”
“Stop with the checkboxes,” I laugh softly. “We’re not going by that anymore.”
“How about this checkbox? Glow-in-the-dark wiener,” she giggles.
The laugh that explodes out barks out of me is so sudden, it comes out sounding less human and more ape-like. But sure enough, looking down, when I stroked myself after I pulled out, paint got all over, and now my dick is glowing.
Unsure if the paint is safe to ingest or to have inside your body, I realize I can’t go down on her or fuck her because my face is covered, and so is my dick, as she’s pointed out.
As much as I want to ruin the sheets, I pull her off her knees and walk her towards the shower.
Even though I just told her we’re not operating with checkboxes anymore, I wonder if showering together was ever on her list. Starting the water, I grab her face and kiss her again because it’s physically impossible to keep my hands off, but the steam fills the room quickly.
After helping her out of her the shorts I love so much, we step under the stream.
I watch as the paint melts off her body, bit by bit, and I lather soap in my palms before running my fingers over her skin to help get the rest. When the last bit of color rinses out, she gives me an expectant look.
It’s her turn.
Without words, I push her back onto the tile and lower to my knees, pulling her one leg over my shoulder so she’s opened up to me.
Her hands go into my hair, and with the water at my back, I eat her like a man who is starving.
Because I am. Even though I do this at least once a day, I’m not sure if I’ll ever be satiated.
I know what drives her wild, and she’s bucking on my face and moaning with every stroke of my tongue.
My hands are not quite holding her in the air, but I’ve spread her as far as I can, tongue-fucking her while she loses her mind.
Feeling the moment where it turns from pleasure to chasing, I double down my efforts until she screams my name.
Her legs are shaking as I put them back on the ground and stand up, smiling at her.
But she’s not smiling.
“Fuck me, Jaxon,” she says without a hint of humor. “Please. Fuck me right now. I’m on birth control.”
My eyes widen for a second because this is unlocking a new level between us.
I’m not worried about anything on her end because I know her sexual history, but she doesn’t know mine, or that I routinely get tested, even though I’m religious about protection.
But this is a bigger moment than two people just fucking.
This feels like another surrender of sorts, because this is a different kind of trust. We’re going to be crossing a line that will be hard to come back from.
Who am I kidding?
There aren’t any more lines between us. It’s an utter fucking free-for-all.
“I want nothing more, Della, but are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more certain of anything, Jax.”
At that, I cup my hands behind her ass and life her into the air, putting her back against the tile again.
She winces at the cold surface, but after I kiss her, she settles in.
My dick naturally finds her entrance, and although we are fucking like rabbits these days, I want one more confirmation before I start.
She senses my hesitation, and before I can even get the words out, she speaks. “Yes, I’m sure. I don’t want anything between us. Please,” she begs.
After she says it, she rests her forehead on mine and tries rocking her hips towards my dick.
We’re doing this.
Kissing her one more time, I slowly lower her onto my length.
Though I don’t have to fight my way in, it is slow as I feel her barely stretch around me.
She’s so fucking tight, and I’m hyper-aware of the sensation of there being nothing between us.
Pulling away, she rests her head on mine again, as if she’s trying to commit this exact moment to memory.
It’s transcendent as we breathe in tandem, and I lower her deeper and deeper.
When she is fully seated in the crux of my hips, she closes her eyes.
“Perfect,” she whispers. “Oh my God, it’s perfect, Jaxon.”
Be that because she enjoys the physical feeling of no condom or because she’s referring to whatever the fuck has been happening between us, it’s enough to get me to start moving faster before I realize I’m doing it.
She’s extra responsive right now as I’m losing myself in how it feels.
When she contracts her body and murmurs a stream of words that sound like a prayer, I start to lose control.
With both of us so primed, that murmur quickly becomes a scream, and her head topples forward in ecstasy when she shouts my name.
I follow, and when I release into her, she keeps riding me as if it’s extending her orgasm.
When she slows down, she looks at me with wide eyes.
She’s certainly never experienced that before.
“I felt you,” she says. “It was warm, and it made mine last even longer. Oh my God… this is my new favorite.”
I laugh softly because that wasn’t even on my radar. When I put her back on the ground, she reaches down to touch herself and just smiles.
“When my books say there’s cum dripping down her thigh, this is what they’re talking about.”
A laugh barks out of me again, and I don’t tell her that usually there’s quite a bit more, but I just unloaded on her for the first time thirty minutes ago. Wait until she feels a first release.
“Thank you, Jaxon. That was… that was everything.”
Wrapping her tightly in my arms, I kiss the top of her head, while I silently thank whoever brought this woman to me.
Leading her out of the shower, I wrap her in a towel before taking her back to bed.
We planned on watching a movie, but the only thing I want to watch is her as she chases heaven over and over again.