I slap his chest then grab his face, kissing him deeper. “You really hurt me, Jaxon."
His hands grip my hips, pulling me flush so I feel exactly how hard he's getting. He bites down my neck, sucking hard. “These lips. This body. Fuck, I missed the way you taste.”
“Shut up and kiss me,” I demand, dragging his mouth back. I wrap one leg around him, grinding against the thick ridge in his jeans. Our kisses are wet, desperate, furious—teeth and tongues and years of pain colliding.
His fingers bunch the hem of my sundress and shove it up my thighs slowly. The fabric catches at my hips before he yanks it higher, bunching it around my waist. Cool air hits my skin as he presses me harder against the wall, mouth never leaving mine.
"God, I missed you…" Jaxon growls, as he hooks two fingers into the waistband of my panties, tugs them aside, and pauses when he feels the damp cotton. A low groan rumbles in his chest and he pushes two thick fingers inside me. It's incredible, easing the ache that's been building, and I gasp into his mouth, clenching around the sudden stretch.
“Fuck, that’s tight,” he mutters against my lips, then kisses me again, slower and dirtier, tongue sliding deep while his fingers start to pump. I rock my hips to meet every thrust, chasing the friction. It's been so long since I've let someone touch me like this, and he does it so well I feel like I'm gonna lose my mind.
“Right there,” I breathe when he curls them just right. “Harder.”
He gives me what I ask for, thrusting his fingers faster, deeper, finding my clit with his thumb and rubbing firmly. The wet sounds of his hand between my legs mix with our heavy breathing, and I bite his lower lip, sucking it into my mouth as pleasure sparks up my spine.
“More,” I demand, grinding down on his fingers. He adds a third, stretching me wider, and my head falls back against the wall while I groan. He follows instantly, mouth latching onto my throat, kissing and sucking while his hand keeps working me.
“You like that?” he growls. “You want it deeper?”
“Yes—fuck, yes.” I grab his wrist, holding him exactly where I need him as I ride his hand. He kisses me again, swallowing every sound I make. This is so bad; we could get caught, and yet all I can think about is how he's making me feel.
My thighs start to shake. I kiss him harder as the pressure builds low in my belly until I'm gasping and moaning. “Don’t stop,” I pant against his mouth. “I’m so close.”
Jaxon's hand keeps working its magic and then I feel his hand on my breast, squeezing and pinching, and it pushes me over the edge. My body snaps, jolting and twitching. My knees go weak too, but his body against mine pins me to the wall so I don't fall over. Every powerful convulsion has my eyes rolling back in my head and me gritting my teeth so I don't make too much noise.
Until I'm spent, limply clinging to him as I listen to his hand working the fly of his jeans, while his other hand rubs my tender core, eliciting more twitches.
"God… Mmm," I moan and then suck in a deep breath to sigh.
His hand keeps rubbing slow circles over my clit, drawing out the last little aftershocks until I’m trembling, then I hear the metallic sound of his zipper, then the rustle of denim as he shoves his jeans and boxers down just enough. He pulls his dick out, and my stomach tightens.
"Shit," I whisper, wondering what I'm getting myself into, but I don’t want to stop.
Jaxon hooks his fingers in my panties and yanks them down my legs. I step out of them and before my second foot is back on the ground, he grabs the backs of my thighs, lifts me up, and pins meto the wall with his body. My legs wrap tight around his waist. The head of his cock presses against me.
“God I want you inside me," I whimper, and he thrusts up hard and sinks all the way in one long push. I moan, the stretch so deep and full, it makes my toes curl. He groans and starts thrusting upward, fucking me in a frantic glide that shows how hungry he is for this too.
“Fuck, Em,” he says, forehead pressed to mine. “You feel so good.”
I cling to his shoulders and whimper every time he bottoms out, but letting my weight sink a little is better. He goes deeper and it drives me wild.
“Harder,” I gasp. “Deeper.”
He grips my ass tighter and fucks me faster, exactly how I need it. The angle is perfect and every stroke hits that spot that makes my eyes flutter. I can feel every thick inch sliding in and out.
“Oh, God,” I pant, rocking my hips to meet every thrust. He grunts and gives me more, pinning me harder against the wall, fucking me with long, powerful strokes that shake my whole body.
My head falls back and he leans in and sucks on my neck, then moves lower to my collarbone, still thrusting the whole time. One of his hands slides up under my dress and squeezes my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple until I moan again.
"Shit, Emily, your body is so perfect."
“Right there,” I pant.
He picks up speed, and I tighten around him, the pressure building in my gut again. My thighs shake around his waist, and I kiss him messily, biting his lip as the second orgasm starts climbing.
“I’m gonna come again,” I manage as my voice cracks.
He keeps going, pushing me right over. I whimper, clenching around his cock over and over, my whole body shaking hard. Jaxon curses under his breath and keeps thrusting through it, hips starting to lose control. His strokes turn shorter, harder, slamming deep.
