I closed my eyes, the sensations riding me. The need. I moved my hand faster and faster to the point my wrist was hurting, my arm was hurting. I held my breath, urging the orgasm along and BAM! It hit so hard, my core clenched and raised me off the bed while I continued to fuck myself. It had been so long since I’d not used any toys, I forgot what it felt like.
Jax jumped on the bed, grabbed my hand, and stuck both fingers in his mouth, sucking them off. He took my breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue across it, then moved to my neck, where his teeth scraped down and he sucked on my fevered skin. A moan slipped from my lips. His hand crept down my stomach and rubbed over my clit, causing my body to twitch, because it was still so sensitive.
“Let’s try this one first.” He looked down briefly, and I heard the buzz start up. I could tell by the hum it was the smaller one. He looked back at me, his face just inches from mine, as he slowly slid it in. A shudder of breath escaped, followed by another moan. He pumped pinky the vibrator in several times slowly, and then pulled it out and ran it over my tight hole.
My eyes darted to his as I realized what he was doing and what his intentions were. He lowered his mouth back down to my neck, sucking on my skin again. I rolled my head over, because the gentle sting, coupled with the swipes of his tongue, was amazing. After pumping pinky in a few more times, he pressed it at my hole. He took my mouth in his as he pushed pinky in slowly. He pulled it out and then pressed in again, the vibration making my hips thrust.
I grabbed him by the jaw. “Give me your cock now.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He jumped on top of me and ran the head of his cock down between my wet folds before slamming it into me. My head dug into the bed as he slammed into me again. Between the vibration in my ass and the complete fullness of him, I felt my body spooling up for another orgasm.
“You told me to fuck you harder when we were in the bathtub.”
I nodded.
“I plan to fuck you so hard, you forget your name.” His lips took mine unforgivingly as he tilted his hips and slammed into me again. He grabbed each leg and swung it around in front of him, throwing them over his shoulders, so the bottoms of my feet were pointed to the ceiling and my calves cupped his ears. He wrapped both his arms around my legs and raised on his knees and began thrusting in hard and fast. I could feel a pain inside as new depths were reached while pinky continued to vibrate in my ass. After several thrusts, he pulled out and flipped me over so my stomach was on the bed.
“You want more now?” He murmured in my ear.
“Yes. Jax. Give me more.”
“As you wish.”
He pulled me onto all fours, then pushed my back down, so my ass was up in the air and my chest was on the bed. He thrust inside of me and the moans were coming fast now as he was pumping the breath out of me. His hand moved around my hips and landed on my clit. “Holy shit Jax.” I groaned out.
His finger circled, as the wet slaps of his cock sliding into me echoed across the room. The headboard was slamming into the wall, but I didn’t care. I had to listen to Phillis and Larry bang their headboard on the first of every month, and now it was my turn.
His grunts mingled with my moans and the buzz of the vibrator. I was so close that it almost hurt and then it hit me so hard, my chest bucked off the bed only to be quickly pressed back down. I yelled so loud, as the orgasm washed over me, curling my toes, causing every muscle in my body to tense. He yanked the vibrator out and slung it somewhere and his hands gripped tightly into my hips, taking what was his.
I felt it when he burst inside of me, his cock twitching as he rode his own orgasm before collapsing on my back. The echo of the vibrator was the only sound aside from our labored breaths. He pulled out, and I rolled over, looking up at him while he fell to his side, his arm draped around me.
“Had enough?”
“If I said no, would you believe me?” I smirked.
“Insatiable.” He kissed my nose.
I’d had enough for now. As it were, I would not be able to walk tonight.
He fell to his back and pulled me up to his chest. I laid my head on it for a second, listening to his heartbeat, and then propped my chin on his pecs, tracing my finger along his tattoos.
“What does this one mean?” I asked, running my finger on the frog looking one I noticed a few nights ago.
Without looking, he answered, “I was in the SEALs and my buddies and I got them.”
I propped up on his chest. “You were a SEAL?”
He nodded, and I got the impression he didn’t want to talk about it, so I let it drop. It explained several of the scars he had scattered around his chest and abs, and the one I saw on his leg. They were battle scars, mostly wide, so I’m guessing a knife, but there was a circular one near his clavicle that looked to be a gunshot scar.
I laid my head back on his chest for an immeasurable amount of time. “So, why did you come by? Or was it to make up for the last time?” I teased.
He pushed me off him and jumped off the bed, a smirk tugging on his lips. “Well, it wasn’t to fuck you. That just sort of happened.”
“It did, did it?”
He nodded, slipping his pants back on.
