"No bra, smart girl." He palmed her breasts, kneading them with firm strokes, tweaking her nipples until she groaned.
"You're so responsive," he said, his hands lifting her torso so his mouth could pick up where his hands left off.
He laved and suckled her nipples until she writhed, begging for more with unintelligible gibberish.
He blew on her nipples and they pebbled, his breath sending fire streaking to her core. He flipped again, laying her on her back, rising up on all fours to hover over her like an erotic fantasy lover come to life.
"You're magnificent," she said, reaching up to skim her palms across her chest, his abs, edging lower.
He growled in approval and ripped off her panties, tossing the scrap of silk over his shoulder.
She gasped as he splayed her legs. She moaned as he lowered his head and licked her. She screamed a few short licks later as her orgasm slammed into her in a raging crescendo that left her boneless.
Smug, he snagged a foil pocket from the bedside table, tore it open and sheathed himself while she watched him, dazed. She liked sex. Sex was healthy and fun, especially with the right guy.
Considering the aftershocks of the orgasm still rippling through her, those other guys had been nothing more than a prelude to the real thing.
"Nothing to say?" He nudged at her pussy and her hands bunched the sheets. "That's a first."
She arched her pelvis, vindicated by the flare of passion in his eyes as he battled for control.
“I’ve got one word for you." She strained upwards, taking him in an inch. "More."
With an exultant groan he thrust into her and she saw stars. He filled her to the point of exquisite pain and she clung to him, mindless, as he drove into her repeatedly.
Their bodies slid over each other, slick with sweat, as she dug her nails into his shoulders, clamouring for release.
As the tension built, he stopped and she stared at him in disbelief.
"What are you doing—?"
He silenced her with a kiss, his tongue miming what he'd been doing below, keeping her excitement at fever pitch.
He kissed his way towards her ear. "Turn over."
She did, and within a second he’d plunged inside her again, his hand snaking beneath her, wedged between the bed and her clitoris, pleasuring her.
With every thrust, with every stroke, the inner tension coiled.
She rose onto all fours as her orgasm neared and Jax roared, driving into her with a practised frenzy that sent them over the edge at the same time.
Stunned, she couldn't move, her body trembling with aftershocks of mind-numbing pleasure.
Jax rested his forehead on her back, cradling her waist to him, as she absorbed the enormity of what had just happened.
She'd had the best sex of her life.
Truly connected physically with a guy.
Not just any guy: her husband.
Who would be doing this to her on a regular basis if she let him.
Marriage to the enemy may not be so bad after all.
Chapter 18
Jax didn't cuddle, snuggle, or linger after sex.
