With his deft fingers, he undoes the snaps before circling my entrance and easing one finger inside me. “Mmm, you’re already so wet for me,” he hums in approval. “Does this feel okay?” he asks as he pumps it slowly in and out of me.
“Yes,” I drag out my whispered response.
“Do you think you can take another?”
Instead of answering with words, I nod eagerly. And when he adds a second finger, my eyes nearly roll to the back of my head with how full I feel. But it’s still not enough. I need more. I need him. All of him.
“I’m ready,” I assure him.
“Not yet,” he counters, and I let out a growl of frustration. Jax has the nerve to chuckle. “Let me have a taste, baby. Please?”
“Well, when you ask like that—” I’m cut off when he places a single, gentle kiss on my clit.
He trails a path from my clit to my pussy with his tongue, and then hedevoursme.
Gripping the sheets, I throw my head back and moan while he fucks me with his tongue.
“Jackson, fuck, I-Ineedyou inside of me. Now!”
That’s all it takes, and then he’s moving up my body, bringing his lips to mine once more and kissing me with a passion I haven’t felt with anyone besides him.
He lines himself up at my entrance but hesitates as he takes a deep, shuttered breath. “You’ll tell me if it hurts?”
“Yes,” I promise him.
Jax nods once before nudging the head of his cock past my entrance. “Fuck, baby. I missed you,” he groans as he slides inside me for the first time in over a decade.
He moves his arms beneath me, one hand tangling in my hair while the other grips my ass cheek with a claiming dominance. With our bodies wrapped around each other, he moves his hips at a languid pace as I trace my fingers over the lines of his back, noting how much more defined the contours of every muscle he has are.
“Are you okay?” he asks, locking his gaze on mine.
“I’ve never been better. I swear,” I breathe the promise.
That seems to reassure him enough to continue. Jax drops his mouth to mine and sweeps his tongue along the seam of my lips until I open for him. We savor the kiss as he moves slowly in and out of me, grinding his pelvis against my clit with each thrust until my pussy flutters around his throbbing cock.
He groans in appreciation. “You’re doing so good for me, baby.”
The friction against my clit is devine, and I can tell I’m on the brink. “Yes, right there, just like that. Oh, god, don’t stop.”
Thankfully, he doesn’t.
And when my body reaches the precipice, I tumble off the edge and freefall into the euphoria only my husband can invoke. Our bodies tremble in synchrony as we come together.
“You’re my favorite addiction, Taevin Gray. I’ve missed you so fucking much.” Jackson’s soft admission warms my heart as he rolls us over and wraps me into his arms.
We sit like that for a few minutes until he carries me into the bathroom and starts a shower for us. As he washes me and holds me in his arms, it feels surreal to be like this with him again.
For the first time in far too long, I feel at peace.
When I’m in Jax’s arms, I’m home.
29
Now
The sweet smell of cinnamon and sugar fills the air and it’s like a beacon leading me to the kitchen where the sight of Taevin bent over in just my T-shirt and oven mitts as she pulls out a tray of muffins has me stopping dead in my tracks. My dick twitches in my gym shorts I threw on before I came out here as I take her in.
“Baby,” I groan. “You look so fucking good in my shirt, and you know I can’t resist you when you’re baking. Let alone the sight of you baking inourhome.”
