Because her lips were already parting as she dropped to her knees.
Jaxon hissed when she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, gave one slow pump, and licked the head—tongue flicking across the slit before swirling around it.
Then she took him into her mouth.
Slowly. Devastatingly slow.
Her lips slid down his length, her tongue pressed flat beneath the shaft, and when she gagged softly around the thickness, he gripped her hair and moaned, “Fuck, Claire...”
She kept going. Letting spit drip down her chin, her hand stroking what she couldn’t fit, her eyes locked on his the entire time.
She wanted him to watch.
Wanted him to see how filthy she could be when no one else was around.
“Jesus—you’re gonna make me come if you keep—” he choked, pulling her back gently by her hair. Strings of saliva still connected her lips to the head of his cock.
He helped her to her feet, his hands on her hips as he backed toward the edge of the bed and sat.
Then he pulled her on top of him.
Claire straddled his lap, knees pressed into the mattress, hands braced on his chest.
She hovered just above him, her dripping pussy brushing the head of his cock—both of them panting, eyes locked.
“You sure?” he asked, voice rough.
She didn’t answer with words.
She just sank onto him—slow and deliberate, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt inside her.
They moaned in unison.
Her walls clenched around him, tight and wet and perfect.
Jaxon’s hands gripped her hips as she rolled them in a slow, grinding rhythm—rocking on him, teasing him, owning every inch she was giving him.
Claire threw her head back, a breathless cry escaping her lips as she rode him, her hands sliding up her own body, over her breasts, pinching a nipple while his cock filled her so deep she could barely breathe.
Jaxon cursed beneath her, his thumbs digging into her hips. “You feel… fucking unreal.”
She grinned, dragging her nails down his chest as she bounced harder, faster, until the sound of their bodies echoed against the windowpanes—wet and wild and unholy.
Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave—fast and brutal—making her slam her hips down on him as her body locked and trembled, thighs shaking, pussy pulsing around him.
And that was it.
Jaxon flipped them, his body slamming her into the mattress as he fucked into her—deep and fast now, chasing his own release. One hand pinned her wrists above her head. The other grabbed her thigh and hiked it higher as he pounded into her, skin against skin, sweat pooling between them.
“I’m gonna—fuck—Claire...”
“Inside,” she gasped. “I want it.”
His cock twitched once, twice—then he growled her name and spilled deep inside her, hips jerking as his body stiffened, pumping her full.
He stayed there, buried in her, breathing hard, their bodies tangled in moonlight and sweat.
And when he finally rolled off her and pulled her into his arms—
