“No, but having you touch it…”
“Too much? You want me to stop?”
“No, but it’s so sensitive. I mean, I just came in five seconds.”
I held out my hand, and Helen took it, standing in front of me. She leaned in and kissed my tears away.
“You’re not broken or ugly or sinful.”
“Thank you. It’s not weird? The way I come?” I felt so exposed and vulnerable.
Helen wrapped her hand around the back of my neck and eased my forehead to hers. “Not weird at all. I love everything about you.”
Helen
Jax crashed his lips to mine, walking us backwards until his legs hit the bed. Touching him had been all I’d been dreaming about all this time, but I wanted more. I wanted to explore him. I wanted to tease and edge him. I wanted to give him the pleasure he’d given me.
Pushing him to the bed, I reached between us to touch his cock, but he grabbed my hand.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I’m so used to stopping you touching me. I think it’s too ingrained for me to stop.”
My lips curled into a wicked smile as I got an idea.
“Beautiful? Should I be worried about the look on your face right now?” I straddled him, his cock nudging against my folds, making us both groan. Jax cupped my breasts, bringing his mouth to my nipple. As he teased and flicked it with his tongue, I raked my fingers through his hair, pulling him tighter to me.
“It depends,” I panted, feeling the slick of my arousal covering my thighs. “How do you feel about giving me total control?”
His eyes widened. “What?”
Butterflies exploded in my stomach because I’d never wanted to do anything like this. “Let me tie you up… your hands.”
“Helen, I don’t know. I’ve always—”
Heat flooded my cheeks, and I lifted off him, feeling mortified. “Yeap. Sorry. I should have never—”
“Hey… look at me. I was just going to say that I’ve never thought about it because I knew I had to be the one in control. I mean, that’s why I prefer giving pleasure than receiving it. It was safer for me.” He stared at me for a second. “If I say stop, you’ll stop and untie me, no questions?”
I took his hand in mind. “Of course.”
“Let me make you come first.” I knew he was reverting to his old ways.
“Not a chance. Lay down.”
Climbing off the bed, I pulled Jax’s belt from his jeans and then the tie from my robe. I made quick work of binding his wrists and then tying them to the bedpost.
“Shit. Should I worry about how good you are at that?” Jax groaned, tugging to test how well I’d secured him.
“You remember where I work, right? I can fire a gun and pick a lock too.”
Jax laughed as if I was joking. I wasn’t, but maybe it wasn’t the time to tell him the skills I learned on my lunch break over the years.
“Put your feet on the bed and spread your thighs.”
Jax closed his eyes and did as I asked, letting me see all of him for the first time.
I had to bite my lip to stifle my groan as I took him in. “You are perfect,” I told him, meaning every word.
“I need to touch you.” His voice was thick, needy.
