“You know what I like,” I pant. “Touch me, Cowboy.”
He groans, gliding his hands up my legs. His fingers slip under the band of my leggings, and he rolls them down, leaving me bare save for my thin, lace panties. I’m suddenly grateful laundry day forced me to wear my good underwear.
“So soft,” he murmurs.
He pushes my thighs apart and crawls over me, one hand trailing from my waist to my ass as he aligns our hips. I can feel his thick bulge through his jeans as he rocks against me. “Are you aching for me, Alley Kat?”
“Y-yes.”
He repeats the motion, pressing me harder into the cushions. It’s too much and not enough all at once. “I bet your pussy is weeping for me, begging to be filled.”
“Jax. I need more.”
In one swift motion, he flips our positions so I'm straddling him with my hands resting flat against his hard chest.
“Use me,” he murmurs.
“I don't know how.”
He palms both of my hips and guides me back and forth over his hard length. The delicious friction sets off an intense flutter low in my belly. My lips part on a sigh, and I close my eyes, letting my sense of touch guide me.
He thrusts upwards, and I release a strangled moan.
“Eyes on me,” he growls. “Want to watch you make yourself come just like this.”
Like a single drop of ink spreading across parchment, we move in perfect harmony, each thrust driving me closer to the edge of oblivion.
His cock presses up against the seam of his jeans, hitting my clit at just the right angle. My lace panties add another layer to the incredible sensation.
My pussy clenches around nothing. “I’m so close,” I whisper, gasping for air between words.
Jaxon lifts his hips and stays there, letting me ride him to completion. The orgasm builds along my spine and spreads through my entire body in all-consuming, toe-curling pleasure. My fingers scrape against his chest as my muscles convulse from the force of my release.
With a strangled groan, Jaxon thrusts twice more then stills, his hands gripping my hips with such force, I’m certain I’ll still bear the marks tomorrow.
“You're fucking stunning when you come apart,” he says.
He pulls back to look at me and presses his lips to mine once more. This kiss is different. Chaste. Like instinct or muscle memory. This man has turned everything I thought I knew about pleasure on its axis. Of all the ways I imagined my first real sexual experience, I never pictured this.
“You ok?” he asks.
“Never better.”
“Mmmm. I think we can do a lot better.” His mouthcurves into a devious smile. “I know my girl can give me one more.”
Before I have time to register the claim, his mouth finds a sensitive spot behind my ear and sucks. He licks a path lower, to the hollow of my throat. I let out a moan as his fingers slide to the juncture of my thighs.
“Has anybody ever touched you here?” he asks.
“No.”
“Can I?”
“God, yes.” The words come out high-pitched and breathy.
Jaxon wastes no time slipping his hand beneath the waistband of my panties. I gasp as his deft fingers find my sensitive clit, still wet and needy. It’s not a new sensation for me, but it feels different when somebody else is in charge.
I gasp when he slides lower and inserts one finger into me. My thighs close on instinct as my nerves get the better of me. “Jax.”
