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“Are you sure, angel?” he asks me through clenched teeth. Again, Jaxon is holding back on my account.
To answer his question I grip his backside and pull down at the same time I lift my hips up. He only goes in about halfway, but he understands that I am completely sure.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. So tight and wet and warm. I can’t… I won’t last long.” He grunts as he slides the rest of the way in. I’m a bit tender but the feel of him gliding inside is phenomenal.
Jaxon grabs my hands and laces our fingers together and places them beside my head. With our fingers locked and our chests smashed together, he starts to move his hips forward. My inner muscles spasm around him. He feels so right inside me, like his body was designed perfectly to fit mine. Nothing has ever felt so good.
Jaxon stares down at me as his hips begin to move faster. My fingers tighten around his and we’re both panting heavily. The slip and slide of his dick is hitting places inside me that I never knew existed.
He bends his head and thrusts his tongue inside my mouth to duel with mine. The motion of his hips is getting faster and faster. The quicker he moves, the stronger the buildup is. With each downward stroke he hits my clit and sends sparks throughout my body. I’m getting close and I know he is too by the way his eyes are flaring and his tightly clenched jaw.
Not once has Steven entered my mind. Jaxon doesn’t allow it. He keeps me captive by never releasing my gaze, even when he’s devouring my mouth with his. He forces my focus to stay solely on him.
One minute I’m on the edge of something beautiful, and the next I’m being pushed over. My body trembles from the effects of my release, and I let out a loud cry. I swear I see stars dancing above us.
Seconds later, Jaxon pushes all the way in and then stiffens, letting out his own groan of release.
Jaxon drops his head to the crook of my neck, licking and placing tiny kisses there. I shiver at the touch of his lips and tongue and my body responds by pulsing around him one last time, which causes him to growl in my ear.
“I love making love to you, angel, but I swear you’re not good for my heart. For a few minutes there, I thought it was going to pump right out of my chest.”
I laugh at his dramatics, and in retaliation, he digs his fingers in my ribs and tickles me. He laughs with me when I start to squirm and squeal beneath him.
“Think it’s funny, do you? You won’t be laughing when I keel over dead from the overabundance of physical stimulation you cause me, and you’re left with a lifeless body on top of you.”
His words only make me laugh harder.
“You gotta stop, Jaxon, or I’m going to pee on you!” I yell, as he tickles me more.
His laughing dies down to a chuckle. He pecks me on the side of my neck and then lifts himself only to settle down beside me. When he pulls me into his arms, I rest my head on his chest and pull the sheet up over us.
“We didn’t use protection either time,” he says quietly.
I don’t know if he’s telling me this because he’s worried because of the multitude of partners I’ve had, or because he’s worried about me. I understand his fears and have no hard feelings. Whatever his reasoning is, I try to reassure him on my part.
“If you’re worried that I might have something, please don’t. When he caught up with me a couple months ago I went straight to a local health department in West Virginia and got tested. I was also tested while I was in the hospital. As far as getting pregnant, I can’t.” I say the last with a lump in my throat. That’s just one more thing Steven stole from me.
His fingers stroke down my back when he speaks. “I get tested regularly as well. I haven’t been the most celibate person in the past, but I’m always careful and use protection.”
Neither of us speaks for a few minutes.
“Why can’t you have kids?” he asks.
I don’t really want to answer, but I know I need to give him something. This is the one subject that is the hardest to talk about.
“When Steven pushed me down the stairs there was damage done to my insides that prevent me from getting pregnant.”
Jaxon must sense my reluctance to talk about it because he just squeezes my shoulder and kisses the top of my head in response.
“How did you sleep?” He picks up a lock of my hair and starts twirling it around his finger.
“Really good actually,” I say and start tracing the beautiful blazing sun that’s inked on his stomach, causing his abdominal muscles to flex and jump.
“Wanna tell me about the dream Anna woke you up from in your car?” he asks me quietly.
“Not much to tell. I’ve had dreams for a while now. They’re memories of the many times Steven used me. Some are worse than others. They literally make me sick to my stomach at times.” I’m surprised at my admission. It seems easier to talk to Jaxon now that he knows the truth and hasn’t judged me harshly.
“I’m so sorry those things happened to you. I know it sounds ridiculous because I didn’t know you at the time, but I feel guilty for not saving you from it. It makes me so fucking angry when I think of that bastard and his friends laying their hands on you. It’s really, really hard, angel, to keep from going after him and killing him.” From the tone of his voice and the tenseness in his body, I know he speaks the truth.
