My fingers flit over my clit as I imagine his hands on me instead, which is what I desperately want and need.
I watch him watching me, and it's the most erotic thing I've ever done in my life. And when he reaches down to free himself from his jeans, I almost spontaneously combust at the sight of his thick, hard cock in his hand. He pumps it slowly, his eyes closing for only a moment before he's watching me once more.
My hips undulate, my orgasm racing faster and faster to the finish line. But I don't want my touch to bring me to the end. "Please, Jax. I need you!" I gasp.
Jax smiles at my words. He knows he's torturing me…and he loves every second of it. "Tell me what you want, Katya."
"You. Your mouth. Lick me, taste me, fuck me," I groan, the words tumbling out of my mouth in quick succession.
I feel his hand push my fingers away. And then, he buries his mouth against my tender flesh, and I have to hold back a scream.
He slides his fingers into my pussy, pumping them slowly in and out as he continues to lick and suck at my clit. My head moves from side to side as I wish the approaching orgasm away, only because I know how powerful it's going to be. I'm terrified it might actually break me.
"Come for me, Katya. I want to hear you scream my name," he says before his hot, wet tongue circles against the swollen little bundle of nerves.
I shatter around his mouth, screaming his name at the top of my fucking lungs. "Jax!" I cry out, trembling against his hands as he continues to sweep his tongue over my clit again and again, causing me to ride out wave after wave of the soul-shattering orgasm.
I'm barely aware of him standing until his arms are once again caging me in. Jax twists his fingers in my hair and holds my head in place while he ravages my mouth with his lips and tongue. I can taste my arousal, and it mixes with our own unique flavors to create a new taste. A taste I could easily crave forever.
I expect him to take me against the door, to fuck me deaf, blind and dumb, like usual. But Jax once again surprises me by lifting me up in his arms and carrying me to his bed instead.
I stand there while he strips me of my shirt. My nipples harden under his gaze as he peruses my body, the stiff peaks straining against my bra. I quickly rid myself of the last garment I have left, and he leans down to capture one of my nipples in his mouth. He bites gently, and I cry out, but he quickly soothes the sting with a soft lick and kiss.
"Lie down," he instructs me, and I do as he says while I watch him strip out of his own clothes. He reaches over to his night stand for a condom, and I can't look away while he slips it over his hard cock.
His body looks like it was sculpted out of clay. He's so tall and muscular with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. My eyes trail downwards past his washboard abs and deep V until they rest upon his thick cock jutting out between his muscular thighs. A sculpture of him should really be on display somewhere in a fancy art museum. I don't think I've ever seen a finer male specimen before.
"You're staring, Katya," he admonishes with a smirk.
I smile up at him and meet his eyes. He slowly crawls onto the bed, stopping to drop a kiss on the diamond anklet that he gave me as a gift before positioning himself between my thighs and resting his weight on his elbows on either side of my head. I never take the anklet off, except to shower. His gift means more to me than he'll ever know.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," he whispers before capturing my lips in a kiss.
He kisses me softly, sweetly, and this is a whole other side of Jax I have never seen before. Usually, when we're together, it's like an explosion of fuel and fire, combusting and extinguishing quickly thereafter.
But he's taking his time tonight, not rushing a thing. And I'm in his bed for the first time — something else he's never done.
Sure, I love the rough, kinky sex that we have and the fact that we can't seem to keep our hands off each other…but this is more. So muchmore.
Breaking the kiss, Jax leans on one elbow and reaches down between us to line himself up with my opening, rubbing the head of his cock over my clit a few times, driving me mad with lust.
He enters me torturously slow, and I can see sweat beading on his brow from the effort to be gentle with me. It's not in Jax's nature to make love to a woman, but I think that's exactly what we're doing right now — making love. For the very first time.
Once fully sheathed inside of me, he rests his weight on his elbows and fucks me slow, his eyes falling closed from the pleasure. "Oh, fuck," he whispers as a shudder ripples through him.
Reaching up, I place my palm on his cheek. It causes him to open his eyes and stare down at me. It's as if he's looking right through me to my very soul. "Jax…" My voice trails off as I swallow past the lump forming in my throat. I want to tell him how I truly feel, but I can't seem to force the words to the surface. I want to tell him how I'm glad he kidnapped me, because ultimately he saved me. He brought me back to life when I thought I was completely dead inside with a black soul, unable to be redeemed.
I wrap my hand around his neck and bring his lips crashing down to mine. Instead of words, I pour my emotion into the kiss. I let him know exactly how I feel with my actions.
He rocks in and out of me in soft, teasing strokes, and it's nearly unbearable. My fingernails dig into his ass cheeks, pulling him closer, pressing him to fuck me faster, harder.
He obeys and begins a quicker pace as my inner walls clamp down on his driving length.
"Fuck," he says, breaking our kiss and looking down at me with awe written all over his face.
He pulls out almost the whole way before his cock dips inside my pussy again in shallow thrusts, and I rake my nails down his muscular back in frustration. I can feel another orgasm racing inside of me, and I know it's not far off.
As if sensing my urgency, Jax begins to fuck me, rutting in and out of me. I buck my hips to meet him thrust for thrust, and then it's like a rocket shooting off towards the sun. Every muscle inside of me clenches with desire as bright, hot pleasure crashes over me, sending hot sparks shooting down my spine.
