Now, Cillian liked to receive oral like every other red-blooded man I knew, which I liked to give, but he wasn’t always too keen on returning the favor. Since I didn’t think that was fair, we just didn’t do it.
I had a feeling Jax would be very good at this.
He yanked my knickers down my legs and then gasped…no, really,gaspedwhen he saw me bare. “Dee, what other secrets do you have?” He stroked my lips, dipping a finger inside just enough to pull some of my juices out.
So, I liked to keep it bare down there. Cillian never admired me the way Jax was, and if that wasn’t a boost to the old ego.
He put his fingers in his mouth, the ones that had just been inside me, and as he gazed at me, trapping my eyes with his, he sucked.
I felt an answering jolt of arousal run through me.
“I can’t wait,” he murmured, and I knew he was talking to himself.
Before I could arrange my thoughts, I lost them all because, as I suspected, Jax Caldwell knew how to eat a woman out.
I came within minutes, which was a record.
With Cillian, we usually needed a toy, something to help me get there. Sometimes, because I didn’t have the energy, I’d just fake it so he could get himself off, and I could take care of myself alone. I mean, no one knew my body better than me…well, except Jax, it appeared.
I screamed my orgasm.
I wasn’t a screamer. I was a quiet lovemaker. I wasn’t prim or proper, just not loud.
By the time I was coming down, Jax had wrapped his cock in a condom. He gently touched the tip of his erection to my clit, rubbing himself over the sensitive nub.
“Ah,” I moaned.
“I’m coming in, baby. You good with that?”
It was sweet how he stopped to make sure I was comfortable with what we were doing. Whoever raised Jax had done a good job. He was by far the most considerate lover I’d ever had.
“Come inside,” I whispered.
He entered me slowly, eyes open, aware of one another. Usually, around this time, I closed my eyesand let my body take over, but with Jax, I couldn’t do it. He wasn’t letting me.
Once he was seated all the way in, my insides squeezing him in anticipation, stroking him, he whispered, “Is this better than the rabbit you’ve been usin’, darlin’?”
I froze. Theshitehawkwent into my room!
Before I could tear him a new one, he kissed me and began to move.
I moaned.
Yeah, he was way better than my vibrator.
He was probably better than all the sex toys in the world.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so damn good,” he breathed.
I wanted to look away. But the power in his eyes, the appreciation—the…hell, there was no other word for it butreverence—wouldn’t let me.
“Stay with me, darlin’.” He kissed me over and over.
My thighs tensed as I felt the forerunner of release. “Clit?” he asked softly.
“Yes.”
He slid a hand between us and began to thrum where I needed him to so I could fall off the edge with him inside of me. I came in a rush, clenching all around him. His mouth dropped to mine in a bruising kiss, and instead of letting me ride my release, he pushed harder, in and out, extending my orgasm, making me feel like I was floating.
