“Roll over,” he says, just as I’m about to come.
I groan and earn myself another smack.
I do as I’m told. Jax is standing at the foot of the bed, wrapped in a robe, while I lie here, exposed and vulnerable.
“Open your legs.”
Jax moves to my bedside drawer and opens it.
“What are you…”
He holds up one of my toys.
I push up onto my elbows.
“What the?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Are you going to question me, or let me do my job?” he asks. “Open your legs.”
I swallow hard. I’ve never let anyone use one of my toys on me. With Zach, sex was functional.
He switches it on.
Oh hell.
He places my clitoral vibrator against my skin. My hips rise automatically, trying to move it into the correct place.
Jax smirks.
“Patience, kitten.”
I let out an impatient sigh.
His fingers move south to my soaking entrance.
“Someone is very needy,” he says, drawing his fingers up, smearing my arousal around my swollen clit and lips.
He places the vibrator over my clit, and my hips shoot off the bed, my womb contracting.
“Ahhhh,” I say, dropping my head back and closing my eyes.
“That’s it,” Jax says, his lips kissing my stomach.
My hips rise and fall, my knees falling further apart.
“Yes. Please. Jax,” I whisper, biting the inside of my lip as the pressure builds deep in my core.
He finds my entrance, spreading it open with his fingers.
I mewl, slamming my hand over my mouth at the sound.
“That’s right, kitten,” he says.
“You’re so wet, glistening in the light. It’s a beautiful sight.”
I moan at his words, my body has taken on a life of its own.
The clitoral vibrator continues to work its magic. I can feel my pussy swelling, preparing itself.
