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"Well, I was gonna give you both just now, but you stopped me."

He teased open my fly, dragging the zipper down slowly enough that each click of the teeth sounded loud over the soft strains of music and the thunder of my pulse. Grasping the frayed hems of my shorts, he yanked them down in a sudden jerk that made me gasp, then giggle—I hate giggling, but again…Jax just made me giggle. It was weird and embarrassing, but I was too aroused to care. And now I was clad in nothing but a crimson thong that revealed and highlighted more than it hid.

"I stopped you," Jax said, cupping my bare ass cheeks in both hands and caressing, squeezing, patting, petting, "because if you touch me right now, I'll fuckin' explode, and I need to be…" Maddeningly, he trailed off.

I grabbed a handful of his thick brown hair and tugged his head back—somewhat forcefully, at that. "You need to be what, Jax?"

He held my eyes as he hooked fingers in the waistband of my thong and slowly dragged it down my hips. I stepped out and he tossed them aside.

"I need to be inside you," he whispered, and licked my clit. "When you come for me, I need to feel your pussy squeezing my cock."

"Oh god, oh god," I whispered, gripping his hair in shaky fists. "Please? I feel like I might die if I don't have you inside me, Jax."

My knees shook and threatened to give out as he worshipped my clit with his tongue and lips, hands greedy on my ass and tits. The more he lapped and licked and suckled, the more everything inside me seemed to tighten and clamp down even as orgasm rose and swelled and burgeoned like magma trapped beneath a capped volcano.

And then, as the first shocks of orgasm started to billow through me, my legs really did give out, and Jax caught me in his arms, standing up with me.

"Bed," I whispered. "'Take me to bed or lose me forever, Goose.'"

"Top Gun quotes?" he said, carrying me to the bed. "Hot."

He dumped me backward onto the bed and fell forward over me, and his mouth slashed over mine, and I tasted myself on him. His fingers found my slit, and I broke the kiss with a whimper as he delved inside me, and I reached between his thighs and found his cock, stroked his hot length with a groan of delight at the hard silk of his erection in my fist.

He fingered my channel with two curling fingers until I was grinding helplessly, my fist clutching his cock in a tight, involuntary squeeze as an orgasm ripped through me without warning—a first tremor, a precursor.

"Jax!" I cried, arching, writhing. "I need you, oh god, oh fuck, Jax, please. I need you. I need you inside me."

He yanked himself from my grip and dropped to his knees and fucked his fingers through my clenching wetness and devoured my hard, pulsing clit. "Not yet," he growled. "One more."

He took the orgasm from me, ripped it out of me. It hit like lightning, and I felt myself clenching around his thrusting fingers and white dots danced behind my closed eyelids, and my belly fluttered and gripped his ears with my quaking thighs, and I came with a scream that shocked even me, a wordless howl of ecstasy that left my throat raspy.

And then I was alone on the bed, spasming around nothing and panting. I forced my eyes open and watched Jax sweep the roses away and grab a condom from a string on the bedside table.

As he came back toward me, I sat up and took the packet from him. "Let me do it."

He cupped my face, brushed a thumb over my lips. "As you wish."

I grinned. "I love you too," I said, sliding the latex ring onto his tip and rolling it down his iron-hard length, hand over hand.

He involuntarily hunched forward at my touch, jaw gritting. "Fuck, Tea."

Sitting on the very edge of the bed, I pulled him toward me so he was wedged between my thighs, and I cupped the taut sack of his balls in my hands, toying and caressing them until his eyes crossed and his knees threatened to give out. "Yes, please,” I whispered. "Fuck Tea."

He shook his head. "No, not fucking." His expression was earnest and serious. "Making love." He grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands away. "I want this to last more than thirty seconds, honey."

"I don't care how long you last," I told him, honestly. "I just need you inside me. If you come fast, I'll take it as a compliment that I make you feel just that good."

"That'd be the God's honest truth," he whispered.

I palmed his ass, played with it, and then scooted backward away from him, orienting myself to the pillows and laying down on my back. "Come to me, Jax."

“Yes, my love."

I grinned. "My love." I bit my lip, holding back an upwelling of tears. "I could get used to the sound of that."

He crawled onto the bed, big hard cock swaying heavily as he prowled to me. As he neared me, I spread my thighs wide, and fell in love all over again when I saw the naked hunger on his face as his eyes latched onto the sight of my pussy. He knelt between my legs and braced his fist beside my ear, tracing my opening with a finger. "So wet for me."

I clutched his condom-wrapped cock. "So hard for me."