“Keep doing exactly that.”
I love the way he sounds when he's on the edge.
Jaxon starts bucking against me, thrusting himself into my mouth more urgently. Suddenly, he grabs my shoulders and pulls me off him. “Wait,” he gasps, nudging me onto my back and crawling over me in one fluid motion. He kisses me hungrily, our tongues tangling and dancing together in a hot mess of need.
In one smooth move, he slips off my straps, pulling my top down before sinking his teeth into my sensitive nipple while rolling the other between his fingers.
My back arches off the bed as a shiver runs down my spine, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake. “So good,” I moan.
He moves down to trail more kisses along my collarbone, down to the valley between my breasts, continuing until he reaches the bottom of my dress. He glances up at me with a devilish grin, before pushing the fabric of my dress up and my underwear down over my hips and knees in one swift motion.
Then his lips are on me.
“Jax,” I whine.
“Fuck, Iz. Now I’m never going to be able to hear you say my name without thinking of my head between your thighs,” he says between kisses.
“Jax.” My voice is needy. He hums in satisfaction before replacing his lips with a finger, teasing me slowly, circling my entrance before pushing in with a finger and then a second, his other hand gripping my thigh. I thought sex with Jaxon would be the same as with all the other men before, but with him, it's different—the aching need, the desperate desire for him to be inside me.
I grab on to his shoulders as he moves his fingers inside of me faster. This is even better than I remember.
There's nothing fake about this.
Suddenly, he pulls out, and I whine in protest.
“I need you naked,” he growls before pulling my dress all the way off. After throwing it carelessly to the side, he opens my bedside drawer, pulling the vibrator and a condom out before nipping at my collarbone.
“I—” I start to protest the use of the toy, knowing how insecure the one boyfriend I tried it with was. He didn’t like that it wasn’t just us.
Grunting, Jaxon turns the toy on low and lowers it directly onto my sensitive clit.
Without my direction, my hips lift, moving to find just the right spot.
Jaxon takes care of the condom, rolling it down his length as I watch him through heavy-lidded eyes.
“You’re everything, Iz,” Jaxon says, kissing me before finding my nipples again.
He lavishes them with attention, pinching and licking, sucking and biting all while running the vibrating head of the toy over every inch of sensitive skin on my body.
“Fuck me, Jax,” I beg when it feels like I can’t wait another second for him to fill me.
In one swift motion, he turns us both over until I'm on top of him. He hands me the toy.
“You do it, Iz. Whatever feels good. But don’t you dare stop using it until one of us has fallen apart.”
I nod, not able to put to words how much it means that he understands what I need. That I can’t have the pressure of him needing me to come, but that I need to be forced to try.
Shifting the vibrator slightly so I can hold it between us, I angle my hips and notch his head against my entrance.
“Fuck,” he moans as soon as he feels the wet heat of me against his cock. “So fucking tight.”
I start to rock my hips slowly, taking him deeper each time until there's no space left between us. “So good,” he groans out at the exact same time I release a soft moan.
It’s never felt this good.
Jaxon’s face is flushed beneath mine, his eyes dark and glassy as he stares at the place where we’re joined.
“Harder,” he demands between gritted teeth, and I increase the pace of my hips, my finger finding the button to also bump up the intensity of the toy, barely able to find my clit with him inside me. But it’s enough.
