His dirty words turn me on even more and I writhe beneath him, wanting him inside my body again. He must sense it, because he pulls out, slides over me and in one quick thrust drives his cock into me, seating himself high.
“This where you want my cock?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say, and move my hips. He pumps into me. “I want your cock in me, everywhere.”
He stills for a brief second, then picks up the pace again. “Everywhere?”
“Yes.”
“You ready for that?” he asks quietly.
“I’m ready for everything with you, Jaxon.”
With that he pulls out of my sex and reaches up to untie my hands. I catch the intensity in his eyes and nearly forget how to breathe.
“In my bag,” I say. “I brought lubricant.”
His eye latch onto mine. “You planned this?”
“Yes.”
“You’re full of surprises, babe,” he says softly. He reaches into my bag and produces the lubricant. He places it on the nightstand, grips my hips and flips me over. Warm fingers trail down my spine, and I quiver.
“Take me, Jaxon.”
“Oh, I plan to,” he groans, and slides a pillow under my hips to lift my ass to him. I should feel vulnerable and exposed, but I don’t. He kneads my ass for a few moments, as he presses hungry kisses to my back.
My body goes cold when he shifts, moving off me to grab the lubricant. The top flips open and he peels the foil off.
“This might be a bit cold,” he murmurs as he presses a finger into me.
“Ohmigod,” I murmur against the coldness and the pressure.
He stops moving. “You okay, babe?”
“Yes, more.” I wiggle to encourage him and his agonized groan makes me smile. I like being here with Jaxon like this. I like what we’re doing, and the way he makes me feel as I give myself to him in a way I’ve never given myself to anyone.
You weren’t supposed to give him your heart, Rach.
But that thought is for another time. Right now, I need to concentrate on the way he’s taking his time with me, preparing, widening, stretching me for his girth. He plays with me for a long time, but I’m ready for him. I just know my body will adjust to his. We’re such a good fit together.
“Please,” I whisper.
He lifts my hips a bit more and positions himself. I suck in a sharp breath as he presses his crown into me. I tighten, and he stops.
“Am I hurting you?”
I try to relax, and when I do, the pain subsides a little. “No,” I say. “I want to feel you inside me.”
He goes slow, inching in and then giving me time to catch up. We continue this for a long time, and when he’s finally all the way inside me, he lets loose a groan unlike anything I’ve ever heard before.
“Now I’ve been everywhere inside you,” he says, so much pleasure in his voice my heart squeezes.
He moves his hips slowly, and I get used to the pressure. His chest presses against my back as he lays over me and kisses my neck. As he applies weight, my hard nipples press against the sheets, and the stimulation races to the needy spot between my legs. Jackson moves, a little more urgency with each thrust now and I love the hot little grunting sounds he’s making in my ear.
He shoves a hand between my body and the pillow, and presses his finger to my clit. I exhale hard as pleasure centers on my sex. My body rocks as he thrusts, and my clit grinds harder against his finger.
“I’m…” My words fall off as a mind-exploding orgasm rockets me into space. I close my eyes against the flood of heat, and pant, desperate to catch my breath. Jaxon grunts again, and my entire body burns as he fills me with his hot cum.
He collapses, and presses all his weight on top of me. I can’t breathe, but I don’t care. I’ve never felt closer to anyone in my entire life. Jaxon shifts slightly and pulls out of me, and I instantly miss him inside my body.
“Are you okay?” he whispers into my ear as he gently brushes my damp hair from my face.
“Define okay?” I ask and he laughs.
“I’ll get us water. Don’t move.”
I stretch out on the bed, and remove the pillow from beneath me. His bare feet slap the floor as he rushes down the hall. I rake my nails though the sheets, a content cat stretching. I think I might even be purring, too. That makes me chuckle.
“Something funny?” he asks and when I roll over, catch sight of his cute dimple, my damn heart can barely take it.
“Not really. Just thinking about how good I feel.”
He hands me a glass of water, and touches my face. “Yeah, you do feel good.”
I take a big drink and wet my parched throat, and he takes the glass from me and finishes it.
“More?” he asked.
“I’m good.”
“Shower?”
“That would be perfect, but my legs aren’t moving.”
“I got you,” he says and scoops me up. He carries me to the shower, adjusts the temperature and climbs in with me. I’m so lethargic, I’m sure I’m going to fall asleep in his arms. Once we’re clean, he turns the water off, and covers me in a big fluffy towel. I catch my second breath as we exit the bathroom.
“Want to finish your wine, or straight to bed?” he asks.
“Let’s sit in the living room for a bit. See what’s on TV.”
He ties his towel at his waist and we stay close as we move down the hall. I examine his living room before I sit, and smile when I see a few of Cassie’s toys laying around. Jaxon flicks the TV on, and I snuggle in next to him. He flicks through the channels, but when I look up at him,
