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“I wish I could feel what you feel, Jax…all I feel is loss…”
“Let me help you…”
Jax lowers his mouth to mine, the strong demanding kisses from before long gone. The way he kisses me now is gentle, pleading, as if he’s afraid he could break me with those soft lips. It’s…heaven.
But it’s too late. I know there’s something here, something pulling me to him, but I can’t let it happen. I can’t let him watch me fall apart. I just…I just can't.
I try to pull away just as his hand lands on my thigh. I freeze, holding my breath, and wait curiously to see what he does. His kisses move down my neck, his strong arms holding me up like I weigh nothing. As his hand slides up my thigh I remember what he did earlier, how he made me feel, and I sigh and shiver in pleasure.
‘Let me help you,’ he’d said. I thought he meant help me recover, but now? I think he meant he’d help me feel again. His hand on my hip begins to lift me, his other hand slowly raising his t-shirt up to expose my chest. He growls when he sees my nipples, a delicious thick sound of need, and I tremble under his gaze. I’ve never wanted a man to look at me like I want him to, but the way he looks at me makes me feel amazing.
He sits me up on my knees, straddling his lap, and stares at my breasts. It’s almost like he can't breathe when his large hands cover my small mounds entirely. He shudders, eyes rolling back in his head, as his thumbs graze over my nipples. I’m completely transfixed by his reaction, my episode forgotten, my fear a vague memory. The only thing I’m thinking now is what in the world is so good about me that he’s acting like this.
When he opens his eyes again he stares into mine, leaning forward toward my breasts and asking permission without a word. I wrap my arms around his neck, nodding slightly, and his hot tongue brushes my nipple. I shiver so hard I lose my balance, but Jax is there to hold me up. With one hand he holds my butt, and the other hand caresses up and down my back as he sucks and flicks my nipples with his tongue. He gives both of them equal attention, and his hands on my body lock in a sensation like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
For the first time in my lifeIwant a man, and not just letting him do things to me because he’s paid my mother. I want him, I need him, and if I don’t get him? Let me die. I slowly take one hand off his neck and reach between us. Every sexual interaction I’ve ever had has been about me giving the man what he needs, and fear surges through me at the thought of him stopping because I’m giving him nothing in return.
“No,” Jax growls, grabbing my hand and putting it behind my back where he twines his fingers between mine. “I said let me help you. This is all for you, Cricket. You just need to sit here and enjoy it. Let me worship your body like I want to.”
I gasp in surprise, my back arching into him. What am I supposed to do? Just sit here? Do nothing? This isn’t how it’s done… He won't stay if I don't please him the way he wants…
Do I want him to stay?
Jax slowly pulls himself to his knees and pulls me up with him, his mouth never leaving my breasts, and he sets me on a linen basket in the corner. His strong hands grip my hips, massaging gently as he gazes at me.
“I love your thighs…” he moans, stroking them down to my knees and gently prying them apart. I’ve always been self-conscious about my thick thighs and small breasts, but he seems transfixed, almost drunk on my body. I open my legs willingly. I’ve seen men and women kiss people down here, but I’ve only ever done it for men. I was never sure what the point was…
Jax kisses the inside of my knee and looks up at me to make sure I’m okay. My breathing is growing more rapid, and the urge to mess up his perfect hair is overwhelming. Will he stop if I do? I don’t think I could take it…
His kisses are traveling up my thigh, his hands gripping my hips, and when his breath tickles my core I spasm and grip his hair without thinking. The gelled surface crunches softly under my fingers, his perfectly styled look destroyed as my fingers rake his skull.
I fucked up, I ruined his hair, I—
Jax makes a sound like nothing I’ve ever heard before and the vibrations echo from his chest to his mouth as he closes the distance between his lips and my throbbing clit. I gasp, unable to breathe as his tongue pushes through my lips and lashes against my clit slowly and thoroughly. In a millisecond it all makes sense, why people would do this to a woman. A rush of breath escapes my mouth as he throws my legs over his shoulders and begins to devour me.
One hand tangled in his hair, and the other reaching back and gripping a towel rack for support, my body reacts on its own as I grind on his face. Every gasp or exhale of pleasure I make makes him work faster, lick deeper, until I’m sure he’s tasted every inch of me there is to taste. I watch the strong muscles in his shoulders roll as he angles his head, licks lower, licks me from the back to the front.
My legs are trembling for a whole new wondrous reason now. This trembling I like, this trembling I could get used to. His tongue plunges inside my core and I scream, slapping my hand over my mouth in shock. His tongue is impossibly long, and it hooks around to massage a spot I didn’t even know I had, and my vision blurs.
All I can hear is my own moaning, his pleasured growling, and a rushing in my ears as my climax starts to rip through my body so fast it almost hurts. I’ve only ever come on my own before today, a distressed, forced little thing that I needed after pleasuring others, but there were his fingers out on the porch. And now this? I haven’t even come yet and this is so much better, so much…
“Jackson!” I gasp, gripping his hair harder, pressing myself to his face as his hands crush me against him. My vision goes black, pleasure ripping through me like a hurricane, pulling from the tips of my toes to the top of my head and meeting at my core.
My whole body spasms as my nectar pours out of me uncontrolled. Jax presses in closer, devouring every drop so nothing leaks past his mouth. My chest is heaving, my breathing uneven, and the pleasure isn’t stopping. He presses his tongue to my clit and holds the pressure, even as his tongue undulates and surrounds the center of my pleasure on the sides.
Jax doesn’t stop until I’m pushing him away, my core so sensitive that I feel like one more second will undo me forever. I let my hand fall from his hair as he pulls away from my pussy and stands on his knees. His face is flush with victory, those icy blue eyes blazing with triumph.
“Did you like that?” he asks, his voice low and husky as he leans in, eyes on my lips.
I nod frantically, and pull him in to me. I want his mouth on mine, I want to see first-hand what that tongue just did to me—
Our lips don’t so much as touch before there's a soft knock on the door.
“The healers are here…” Cookie’s quiet voice says, followed by her retreating footsteps as she walks away from the door.
Jax hisses between clenched teeth and presses his forehead to mine. This close, we’re sharing our breaths, and the last thing I want is for him to pull away from me. I don’t want this to end, but Jax stands and adjusts his pants. I can see the print of his member through his slacks and my mouth fills with saliva. He looks so big, so ready, but he turns away from me and grabs a stack of clothes that Cookie left me on the bathroom counter.
“May I help you dress?” he asks, and my heart melts.
