His forearm digs into my soft belly as two fingers circle my clit. “Need to feel you strangle my cock before I come inside you.”
“Yes. Just like that,” I say breathily. “I’m so close.”
All coherent thoughts have fled as I surrender to this man and the way he commands my body. After a few more precise strokes, I fall apart beneath him. My cries are muffled by the bed as he continues to fuck me through it.
A string of curses passes from his lips as his movements become erratic, then he stills, groaning out his release. He pulls my body up, my back to his front, banding his arms around me as his heavy breaths fan across my neck.
Jaxon holds me steady as his cock softens inside of me, but he doesn’t pull out. “How do you feel? Was I too rough with you?”
I reach my arm back and run my fingers through his hair.
“No. You were perfect.”
Still seated inside of me, he lays us down on our sides and pulls the blankets over us.
“Jax?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you gonna…”
“No. I waited a long time to have you. Let me enjoy it for a while longer.”
I know what he means. Jaxon and I… we just… fit. If I’m honest, I don’t want him to pull away either. Everything about this feels meant to be. I’m not quite ready to unpack what that means for us going forward, but I’m going to savor this moment and every one after until the very last.
Chapter 29
Bluebird
? What’s Left of You - Chord Overstreet
Jaxon
It’spure bliss to finally bury myself inside Callie. I could liken it to the first rays of sunlight after a harsh storm, but even that doesn’t do it justice. She seems as content as I am, but she has to be hurting. I wasn’t exactly gentle toward the end.
I press another kiss to her forehead and carefully pull out. “Are you ok?”
She nods. “A little sore.”
“I’ll be right back.”
I pad into the bathroom and discard the condom. There’s a small amount of blood on it, but that’s to be expected. When I catch a glimpse of my back in the mirror, I smile at the scratches and dents left behind by her fingernails. I’d tattoo them there if she’d let me, wear them like a permanent brand.
I wet a warm washcloth and return to the bedroom, taking a seat near her legs. “Roll onto your back for me.”
Callie slowly turns, and I ignore the impulse to devour her all over again. I spread her thighs, taking in the light red streaks of blood, and run the warm cloth between her legs, cleaning her up and, hopefully, soothing some of the ache. When the cloth gets cold, I toss it into the laundry basket and settle against the headboard. She rolls into me, resting her head against my chest.
She’s quiet. Too quiet.
“What’s on your mind?”
“Please don’t tell anyone what I told you.” The delicate quaver in her voice cuts through me like a blade. “I don’t think I could bear it if your family knew.”
“All of this stays between us, I promise, but my family loves you. They would take your secret to their grave if you asked them to.”
“I don't want them to look at me any differently.”
“AmI looking at you differently?”
