Our lips move together and as his tongue delves into my mouth, I reach my hand down to rest against the waistband of his boxer briefs.
I trace the outline of his length above the fabric encasing him, reveling at how hard he already is. “God, I’ve always loved how hard you get for me before I’ve even touched you,” I admit, breaking our kiss as I sneak my fingers into the waistband of his boxers before lowering them off, falling to my knees as I do.
Jax steps out of them and stands before me in all his tatted, naked glory. Running my hand up his inked thigh, I hum in approval as I take in the beautiful treble and bass clefs andlines of sheet music that travel up his quad. “Mmm, I love how intricate these are. You’ll have to tell me more about them later.”
“Later?” he questions, but it comes out as more of a taunt.
Looking up at him through my lashes, I wrap my hand around his length and give him a firm stroke. “Yeah, later. I’ve got other plans for you right now if you’re alright with that.”
“I’m more than alright with that,” Jax rasps before cupping his hand under my chin so he can hold my stare. “But you better tell me now if you want me to come down your throat or somewhere else.”
His gravelly tone sends a shiver down my spine and my nipples pebble impossibly harder.
“I want you to come inside me,” I tell him somewhat shyly.
Jax’s eyebrows lift in surprise. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
“You heard Dr. Prescott today, I’ve been cleared for all sexual activities. And I’d like my husband to fuck me for the first time in ten years.”
Pulling me to my feet, he walks us a few steps until my back is pressed against the wall and then he grips my hip. “Yeah, here’s the thing. I’m not going to do that. Not right now, at least.”
I pout but he just shakes his head at me.
“You see, the first time I take you again won’t be a hard and fast fuck.” He emphasizes his words by dragging a hand slowly up my inner thigh while keeping his other firmly gripping my hip.
“It won’t?” I question on a gasp as shivers race down my spine.
“No,” he answers, but it comes out as more of a growl. “Because the first time I take you again will be me making slow, sensual love to you. I plan to take my time and worship every inch of your beautiful body.”
“I’m not so sure it’s worthy of such worship right now,” I admit shyly.
“See, that’s where you’re wrong, T. Your body is an alluring offering and I want to worship at your altar every day for the rest of our lives.”
“How very holy of you,” I say teasingly.
“There’s nothing holy about the things I plan to do to you while I show you my devotion.”
“Is that so? I think you better get to showing me then,” I encourage him through bated breaths.
Jackson lifts me under my thighs and when I wrap my legs around his waist, my suddenly drenched core is lined up perfectly with his hard length and I can’t help the moan I let out at the feel of him brushing against my lace-covered clit.
He walks me back to his bed and carefully lays me down before standing to his full height at the edge of the bed.
“We don’t have to rush into this just because you were cleared by your doctor. If you want to take things slow while we get to know each other again, I’m good with whatever pace you want to move forward at,” he tells me and the reminder of the way he’s always put my needs and wants above all else has tears welling in my eyes.
“I love you so much, Jackson. No amount of time or distance has changed that and honestly, it never will. But I think I might die if I have to wait another minute to feel you inside me. So please, do me a favor and show me how much you love me.”
Jax crawls onto the bed and works his way between my thighs until his body weight presses me deliciously into the mattress. He kisses me tenderly and just as I’m getting lost in the feel of his lips against mine, he begins mapping open-mouth kisses across my entire body starting at my neck down to my wrists and ankles, though he passes the place I’d love his mouth most. Well, really I want to feel his cock inside me more than I need to take my next breath.
“J, please,” I implore, tangling my hands through his hair to halt him in place where he was kissing my hip bone.
“Please what?”
“I need to feel you inside me. Please.”
He licks his lips and then smirks at my desperation. Instead of immediately giving me what I want, he licks a languid stroke over my lace-covered slit, causing me to whimper in response.
“There are snaps down there. Could you undo them?” I ask him.
