“What’s wrong, baby? Are you tired?”
“Fuck you,” she breathes out, a small smile crossing her lips.
I almost stop to tell her it’s me. Almost. I haven’t seen her smile like that in a long fucking time…
But I push it aside. I need to stop letting this emotional shit get in the way. That’s not what she wants from me… it’s not what this is, what it’s ever been.
I find her clit with my thumb, teasing it gently. I don’t think she could come again right now. She already looks like she’s on the verge of passing out, but I like feeling her throb around me from being so oversensitive, so I keep going.
Her moans are soft, barely heard over the storm, but as much as I love to hear her, I don’t need to. I can see how much she loves this in the way her body moves.
I’m fucking her slow, leisurely. We have all the time in the world, and the look on her face tells me she’s enjoying it.
She’s so fucking wet, and I’m sliding in and out with ease, rock fucking hard. I play with her nipples, nuzzle her neck, grip her thighs, touch her everywhere I can.
Well, almost everywhere.
I lean forward, grinding into her. She groans, her eyes rolling back before shutting them. She turns her head to the side, and I run my nose along her cheek.
“Can I trust you to keep your eyes closed?”
She hums a sound that tells me yes, so I move my mask just enough to reach her mouth and press my lips to hers.
She startles, then sighs… and kisses me back.
I’ve missed this so fucking much, and I want to tell her, but not yet.
Not yet.
I pull back, but she grips tightly around my neck, holding me to her and kissing me deeper. Her urgency has my dick throbbing, and I grip her hips tighter and rut into her. Her heels dig into my ass, pushing me deeper, her tongue exploring my mouth. She’s holding on for dear life, showing me with every touch that she doesn’t want me to leave.
I’m not going anywhere, little dove.
I’m so close and I’m not ready for this to end, because even though I said we could go again, and we can, I do need some time to recoup, and I know this woman isn’t going to let me. But I don’t want to stop.
She feels too good, and my body is betraying me, going against what I want. I hold off the orgasm as long as I can, focusing on anything else, trying to think of the disgusting room we’re in, the rain, anything but her… but it’s impossible. My thoughts keep coming back to her, as they always have… and as they always will.
The wind picks up, her body rocks into mine, and I know I’m going to lose it any second. Her kiss is deeper, her nails digginginto the back of my neck and tugging at the strands of my hair that are longer than they should be.
She could easily pull my mask off, but she hasn’t—she won’t. She likes this too much, the anonymity of it all. It makes me wonder if that’s the true reason she doesn’t want me anymore. Because she knows who I am now that I stopped hiding behind a mask…
It hurts my fucking heart to think that, because I can’t even being to describe how much I love her. Beyond obsession and possession. Beyond everything else, it’s just love. Undying, unwavering love, like I have never felt before.
I open my mouth to let the words free, to finally tell her my truth so there is nothing left between us. I’m ready to lay myself bare when the storm reaches its peak, thunder cracking, lightning flashing, the wind and rain threatening to blow the entire building down. My orgasm takes me over, stealing my breath and my words. I pulse, filling her up, and feeling it drip down my balls. I convulse, my body tightening, the pleasure so strong I barely keep on my feet. The world disappears, everything going black. It’s just her and I, until it all comes back into focus as the pleasure settles.
Then she speaks, her hands still around my neck, her lips brushing mine.
Just one word. All it takes is just one single word.
One whispered word that has me losing my fucking mind.
“Jaxon…”
Chapter Forty-Four
Sailor
Jaxon lies still on top of me, his breathing heavy and loud. His lips are a millimeter from mine, and it’s taking everything in me not to lean up and kiss him again. I want to so badly, but I’m not sure if I made a mistake.
