Doing as he says, I tug it over my eyes, suddenly feeling exposed as my world goes black.
“You’ve always gotten so tan in the summers,” Jaxon says, and the mattress shifts as he lies next to me.
I don’t know where he is, and it has my heart rate skyrocketing.
His thumbs find my cheeks, stroking, as his warm breath tickles my cheek as if he’s leaning in, and I swear he’s going to kiss me. I slide my head away slightly, and as if he just remembered the kissing rule, he licks my cheek.
Then, his mouth is moving down my neck to press individual kisses on the patches of skin just above the top of my dress.
His hands lace with mine as he moves lower, and I can feel the skirt of my dress being pushed up before light kisses are pressed to the inside of my knee and then up my thigh.
Leaving my panties in place, he presses a gentle kiss to my center, and I swear my heart stops.
“Deep breaths, Iz,” Jaxon says, as he slips a finger into my underwear and pulls it to the side. He traces my opening with one finger, lightly circling.
“I’m going to taste you,” he says, focusing on my clit.
“You don’t have to,” I say.
My body jolts at the feel of his hot tongue replacing his finger, and every nerve there fires at the contact.
He moves his tongue in slow circles, increasing the tempo ever so slightly with each stroke.
I groan, my hips bucking slightly, but it’s not…enough. I need more.
Focusing on finding a rhythm that works, I squirm, as he continues his ministrations.
Finally, when I’m just frustrated enough to force myself to speak, I say, “Can you, go…faster?”
Cue a quick rush of mortification flowing through my body. I know I need to ask for what I want. I know finding out what that is is why we are here. But…it’s still so awkward.
“Mmmm.” The vibration of his response helps, but still, his mouth isn’t moving at the speed I want.
I shift my hips, hoping a new angle will help, but…nothing. Sighing, I start counting in my head, trying to mathematically determine how long I need to keep trying this.
“Tell me what you need, Iz.”
“Do you think…” I say, moving my hands to take off the mask.
The warmth of Jaxon’s skin stops my movement, his hands closing around mine. “Don’t ask, Iz. Just tell me what you want,” he says, his voice low and soft.
“Could you use that vibrator you brought last time? The black one? It’s in my top drawer.”
“Of course,” Jaxon says, kissing the inside of my thigh before the bed shifts, and a drawer opens.
The mattress moves again, and the light buzzing tells me Jaxon turned on the toy. He runs it up the inside of my thigh, letting me know where he is, before placing it gently on my clit.
That.
That is what I wanted.
My hips buck slightly, and Jaxon chuckles.
“There you go, Iz. Now tell me what else you want.”
My brain starts to short-circuit.
“Your fingers.”
