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He holds me still beneath him, thrusting in and out of my mouth. Grunts and curses fall from his lips. I have to squeeze my legs together, trying to ease the ache between them, to get friction where I need it most. It's useless. I'm so wet and getting more so by the second.
I roll his balls between my fingers, being careful. He seems to like that because he growls my name again and threatens to spank me. I haven't been spanked since I was a little girl. He makes me want it though. Feeling his rough hand against my bare ass sounds like heaven to me.
"No more," he gasps, slipping out of my mouth.
I whine in protest, already wanting him back.
He moves like a blur, his body coming down over mine, pressing me into the mattress. I cry out, shocked at just how good it feels to have him pressed against me, holding me down with his weight. He seems to like it too. He growls my name and then takes my lips in a scorching kiss.
I cling to him, trying to get him even closer, to absorb him through osmosis so we're one and the same, never separate. He bites my bottom lip and then breaks away to kiss a hot trail down my throat. He nips and bites me. The sting of his teeth in my skin has me clawing down his back in pleasure.
Somehow, he manages to get my bra undone in record speed. One flick of his wrist, and the front clasp is open, my breasts spilling free. He sets to work on them, moving from one to the other and then back. He's worshipful and wicked at the same time, muttering about how much he loves them and then raking my nipple through his teeth. He smacks my right breast, sinks his teeth into the left to mark it.
I'm a puddle of mindless pleasure beneath him, completely lost to the sensations buffeting my body. They're intense, powerful gusts of wind blowing through me in a way that keeps the pleasure building higher and higher.
"You're so beautiful, rabbit," he whispers, kissing a trail down my body. He nuzzles his face against my belly and then dips his tongue into my belly button.
I whimper when he tugs the waistband of my panties down to press his lips to the tattoo on my hip.
"I love knowing you have a reminder of me tattooed on you," he says, lifting his head to look at me. He lost his glasses somewhere along the way. His mocha eyes are even more piercing without them. "Did you put it right next to your pussy because you knew it belonged to me, rabbit?"
"I…" My cheeks heat. When I chose where to put it, that wasn't my first thought. But I can't even lie and say I didn't find it a little thrilling to have a reminder of him hidden away so close to where I've always wanted him to be.
His lips curve into another wicked smile. "It'll be our little secret," he promises, dipping his head to kiss the tattoo again. His tongue swirls around my hipbone, scattering my thoughts all over the place. "No one ever has to know you touched your pretty pussy at night and pretended it was me."
God. His mouth is going to wreck me before he even touches me there.
He plays with the band of my panties, sliding it down in increments to kiss along the top of my mound. Feeling his lips and breath on me is making me crazy. I squirm beneath him, trying to relieve the ache, but it's a useless attempt.
"You smell like heaven, Jessa." He presses his nose to my center, inhaling deeply.
I cry out, shocked and turned on. And then I cry out again when his tongue touches the seam of my panties. They're soaked through. I know they are because I can feel how wet my thighs are.
He makes a sound I've never heard before now. It's half deadly growl, half desperate sob. It's so full of desire, of need, that my own ratchets up in response.
"You really do taste like peaches," he growls, sounding mad about it. He jerks my panties down my thighs, not so controlled now. His movements are rough, jerky, like he's as close to the edge as I am. "I'm going to have you on your back so I can get in this little thing every second of the day."
I lift my hips, helping him yank my panties off.
As soon as they're gone, he wedges his body between my legs. "Spread your legs. Let me see it," he demands, all bossy and hot and greedy.
My face heats. No one has ever looked at me down there. But I do what he says, slowly spreading my legs wider for him. He keeps his eyes locked on my center like he's staring at the holy grail. That look is back on his face. The one that say's he's starving and I'm going to be dinner. It makes my womb clench, more moisture flooding between my thighs.
He uses two fingers to part my folds and then growls a string of curses. "All this time," he mumbles, speaking so quietly I'm not sure if I'm meant to hear him. "All this time, it was right fucking there for the taking."
His comment makes me feel bold, brave. "It's been waiting for you to claim it, Jax," I whisper.
His eyes meet mine, need stamped like a brand into every line of his face. Triumph flares in his eyes and then the gentle giant I know falls away, leaving behind the beast I've only caught glimpses of before now. And he is…Lord, he's gorgeous.
"Jax!" I scream, shocked when he buries his entire face in my center with a growl that I feel all the way to my soul. He's savage in his claiming, desperation driving him beyond gentleness to pure possession, to an obsessive need to claim me and make me submit. He holds me open to his ravaging mouth, devouring me alive.
His lips and tongue are everywhere, touching every part of me. Filthy sounds fill the room like a carnal song. His curses, the sound of his name, the wet sound of his tongue sliding through my folds, and the suction of his lips around my clit build to a crescendo.
When it crests, it pulls me under. I cry out his name as the orgasm slams into me like a wall, knocking me breathless. My body pulls taut and then every part of me starts to shake as wave after wave of pleasure toss me around.
Jax holds me down, still eating me. His growls grow louder, more triumphant. I lose sight of him, the world going momentarily black as the pleasure overwhelms me. Last night was incredible. This is some level of heavenly torture I never want to leave, never knew existed.
"Good girl," he croons, pressing a kiss to my pussy when I finally slump against the bed.
I drag air into my starving lungs in greedy gulps. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes. My heart races, thundering like a million hooves striking the ground all at once.
Jax crawls up my body, kissing my belly, my sternum, and then my cheek. His mouth meets mine in a tender kiss that sends another aftershock through me. I taste myself on his lips and shiver, another little quake rippling through me.
"I'm mad as hell it took me four years to eat you," he whispers, hitching my right leg up over his hip to open me up to him. His erection bumps my clit, sending me catapulting upward. It's so sensitive, but somehow still manages to feel incredible at the same time. "That juicy cunt of yours is the best thing I've ever tasted."
"Jax," I whisper, turning my head to avoid his gaze as my cheeks heat. I can't help it. I've been hiding from him for so long, it's become instinct to not let him too close or let him see too much. Getting used to the fact that I don't have to do that anymore is going to take a little while. Luckily, we have that now. We have the rest of our lives.
"Don't hide from me, Jessa," he says, touching his forehead to mine. "You don't have to do that anymore, baby. If something I say turns you on, you tell me. If you need to get off, you come find me. I'm going to know every inch of your body and you're going to know mine. Don't hide from me."
"I like the way I taste on your lips," I blurt. "I like the dirty things you say to me. And I really like the way it feels when you're…doing that to me."
"Doing what, rabbit? Say it."
"E-eating me."
"Nah, baby. Give me the words."
