That feeling inside me builds, but instead of plateauing like it usually does, it increases. My brain goes blissfully blank, chasing the wild feeling flowing through my nervous system, not caring if I catch it; just enjoying the chase for once.
I look down at Jaxon, and our eyes meet, the desperation in his gaze almost enough to forcibly push me over that edge I can’t ever seem to find.
Jaxon’s hands find my hips, lifting me up before letting me fall back down on him again, his pace brutal. We keep that up until, as I slam home, my finger hits the button to change the vibration and…fuck.
“Oh please,” I whimper, not knowing who it is I’m begging, but sure I’m closer than I’ve ever been.
I slam my eyes shut. All I want to do is come.
“Please, please, please,” I beg rhythmically.
“I’m going to…” Jaxon says, his voice hoarse. “Look at how good you make me feel, Izzy. Look.”
I fight the weight of the sensations to open my eyes, locking my gaze with Jaxon’s.
I’m not sure how, but his pace increases, the angle of his hips changing just enough to hit a spot inside me that feels nothing like anything I’ve ever felt before.
Jaxon comes with a groan, the look of pure joy and adoration on his face detonating every nerve ending in my body.
I am nothing.
Or maybe I’m everything.
All I know is that the explosion that just took place inside of me rearranged me at an atomic level.
I have been forever changed by this man.
I drop onto the bed beside him, and we lie there for a few minutes, our chests heaving, the vibrator still buzzing from its spot next to my hip.
This has been the best night of my life, and it’s not because I finally came—or at least not just because of that. I’ve never felt so cared for or respected for who I am than when I’m with Jaxon. I’ve never felt so…loved.
“You did it,” Jaxon says, turning me around gently in his arms as I struggle to focus now that my body has been blown apart and is slowly coming back together. He reaches across me and turns off the toy. “You’re amazing, Iz,” he whispers against my neck.
I bite my lip to keep from saying anything too sappy while my mind is still trying to piece itself back together. “I think you might be right.”
Shifting me, Jaxon slides out of the bed, and my heart tightens, worried he’s leaving already. Instead, he walks into my bathroom and turns on the sink. A soft clink tells me the condom just found its way into my metal trash can. I lift my head up just long enough to see him washing off the vibrator I used, and I can’t help but smirk.
Jaxon Steele, international superstar and professional sex toy cleaner.
It has a nice ring to it. I can’t wait to have enough strength to tell him.
Jaxon walks back to me, a warm washcloth in hand, which he uses to clean me up.
I’m starting to doze off when the mattress moves, Jaxon standing back up.
“Stay with me tonight?” I ask, my eyes barely open enough to see.
“Of course, Iz,” Jaxon says, the mattress dipping as he climbs into bed.
“I can be the big spoon if you want,” I offer quietly. “I’m tall enough for it.”
Jaxon chuckles softly before pulling me into him, my back tucked against his front, my head on his bicep. “I’d rather hold you.”
Chapter forty-one
Jaxon
Iturnandpressa soft kiss to the top of Izzy’s forehead. The corners of her mouth pull up in a small smile before dropping back down, her breathing never changing.
