“Touch your clit with your other hand and open your mouth.” I stepped closer, my legs shaking with fear that any second nowshe was about to learn half my secret, but instead, her eyes stayed locked on mine.
“I’m a lot and I don’t want to choke you, so I’ll keep my hand here because who knows if I’ll be able to keep any semblance of control when your lips are on me. If it’s too much, tap my thigh. You’re sure you want to do this.”
She parted her lips, saying yes without saying a word, as she fucked herself with her fingers and worked her clit.
Apprehensively, I pushed the head of my cock against her lips and Helen ran her tongue over it, lavishing the slit and the underside with attention that made my head spin as all my blood surged south.
“Ah fuck,” I cried, having to bury my fingers in her hair to keep myself upright. When my vision cleared, I looked down to find Helen’s lips stretched around my cock, her hips rocking as she chased her orgasm.
Her cries were muffled as she came, and as her chest heaved, she turned her full attention to me, hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard, taking me deeper than I thought she’d be able to.
My body shook, my heart beating so hard I couldn’t hear anything else, my orgasm dangerously close to the edge, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. Helen’s mouth made me feel like a god, her tongue worshiping at the altar of my pleasure. The only problem was, I knew that one false move and I would freefall into the fiery pits of hell.
Helen
My jaw ached as I worked his cock, but I didn’t care. I wanted every inch of him. I licked along his length, listening to his moans and cries. I loved that I could give him this. Something that no one else had ever given him.
I wanted more, but Jax kept hold of the base of his cock, guiding it in and out of my mouth while he cupped his balls protectively.
“Fuck.” His hand tightened in my hair and I loved the sting as he thrust a little harder and faster.
I eased my fingers from inside me, groaning as my walls twitched for Jax. Dragging them through my folds, I circled my swollen clit and flattened my tongue, tilting my head, trying to tell him I wanted him deeper.
“Shit, Helen. I’m so close.” He pulled out, his chest heaving and the head of his cock a deep purple colour, a vein pulsing angrily down the length.
He held out the hand that wasn’t holding onto the base of his cock and helped me up. Steering me to the bed, I laid on my backand he moved between my legs, releasing the hold on his shaft and reaching for the condoms in the bedside table.
“Jax,” I let out breathlessly. “If I can’t touch you with my hands, I want to feel you. Properly.”
Jax was great at masking his emotions. He always looked happy and relaxed, even when I knew he wasn’t, but for a split second, the mask fell and a look that resembled fear flashed across his face. But then it was gone.
“I can’t come inside you. You said yourself, it’s not safe. But maybe just for a minute. I want to feel you bare. I want to own every inch of you.”
I smiled at his line, but I wanted it too. It was what I’d wanted since we started this.
He pushed in slowly. It didn’t matter how many times we did this, that initial burn stole my breath.
“You’re so wet. You did such a good job of touching yourself.”
He pushed in more, slower than he usually did, leaving me a panting, writhing mess by the time he bottomed out. Jax let out a growl. “That is the best feeling in the world. I can feel everything. Shit, Helen, I’m not going to last long.” He started to thrust, my body arching in reply.
Leaning down, he sucked my nipple into his mouth, nipping it, forcing me to cry out his name. “Ride me? If we’re doing a night of firsts, ride my cock, beautiful. I want to watch your perfect body take every inch of me.”
He’d only asked me once to go on top and I’d refused because I was worried about what my body would look like, but that was weeks ago and somehow, over that time, Jax had made me feel like, in his eyes, I was some sort of supermodel with the body of a goddess.
I pushed on his chest and lifted my hip, so we rolled over. Jax let out a loud moan as I moved to sit up, swearing as the head of his cock hit deep.
“You good?” he whispered, as I wriggled about, trying to find a position where he wouldn’t rearrange my internal organs.
“Your beast might break a rib, but I’ll die a happy woman.”
He laughed. “My beast is going to show you such a good time that you won’t notice the broken ribs. Now, ride me, woman.”
I smiled as I rocked my hips tentatively, my hands pressing on his chest. The more I moved, the easier it got, and the more adventurous I felt.
“I knew you’d look perfect at this angle,” Jax murmured, his hands skimming over my hips as if he didn’t want to take over by grabbing hold of them.
I lifted a little, working myself up and down the length of his shaft. Jax’s back arched, his fingers digging into my thighs. “Do that again,” he begged, the timbre of his voice making pleasure throb between my legs. I did it again. And again. Each time letting more of him slip out of me before pushing back down with more force, loving the effect I was having on this beautiful man.
