He reached the edge of the mattress and lowered her slowly onto the sheets, but she didn’t let go—legs still locked around his waist, hips lifting to keep the pressure right where she needed it. He had to gently pry her thighs apart so he could stand, and the loss of contact made her whimper.
He straightened.
Looked down at her sprawled across the bed—legs parted, chest rising and falling fast, skin flushed from neck to thighs.
Then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and shoved them down in one smooth motion.
They hit the floor.
Aria’s breath snagged in her throat.
He was thick, long, heavily aroused— the head flushed dark and glistening. A flicker of real nerves cut through the haze of want; he was bigger than she’d expected, much bigger than Min-Jae, and the sight made her pulse throb between her legs even as uncertainty tightened her stomach.
Jax caught the hesitation instantly.
“Hey,” he murmured, voice rough but soft. One big hand wrapped loosely around himself, stroking once—slow, deliberate, letting her see every inch—as if to reassure her. “I’ll make sure it fits. I’ll go slow. Promise.”
She swallowed hard. Nodded once. Still nervous, but the low rasp of his voice and the way he watched her—like she was something precious and devastating—eased the knot a little.
He sank to his knees on the carpet between her parted thighs, broad shoulders filling the space, hands sliding under her hips to lift her gently toward his mouth. The heat of his breath ghosted over her first, making her shiver.
She tensed. Propped herself on her elbows—braced for disappointment, muscles tight with old memories of quick, mechanical touches that never quite reached her.
Jax paused, lips brushing the soft skin just above her knee. He looked up at her, eyes dark and steady.
“Trust me?” he asked again, quieter this time.
She hesitated.
Memories of Min-Jae flickered—perfunctory licks, half-hearted flicks, always over too fast, always leaving her unsatisfied and quietly ashamed that she couldn’t finish from it. She’d learned to fake it just to move on.
“I… don’t usually like it,” she admitted, voice small. “It’s never really… done anything for me.”
Jax’s expression didn’t change—no judgment, no pity. Just patience.
“Most women love it when it’s done right,” he said simply, lips grazing higher. “And I’ve had… compliments.”
A tiny, surprised laugh escaped her despite the nerves.
He smiled—small, wicked—and continued kissing his way up her inner thigh. Slow. Deliberate. Alternating sides. Teeth grazing just enough to make her shiver. He took his time, mapping every sensitive inch with his mouth until her hips were shifting restlessly against the sheets, thighs trembling.
When he finally reached her centre, he pressed one slow, open-mouthed kiss there. Then another. Then parted her gently with his thumbs—just enough to open her fully—before flattening his tongue and licking a long, languid stripe from entrance to clit.
Aria’s hips jerked hard off the bed.
He did it again—slower—tongue broad and hot, exploring every fold with steady, unhurried pressure. He circled her clit with the flat of his tongue, then flicked the tip lightly, then drew the sensitive bud between his lips with the softest pull.
Her breath came in short, uneven pants.
He hummed against her—low, vibrating—and the sensation rolled through her like thunder. He kept the rhythm steady at first: long, slow drags, gentle circles, soft suction. Then he varied it—quick flutters over her clit, deliberate strokes lower, dipping just inside her entrance before returning to tease the swollen bud.
She threaded her fingers into his hair without thinking, holding him there.
He groaned in approval, the sound vibrating straight through her core.
Minutes stretched. Her body wound tighter and tighter. Every time she thought she was close, he eased off—just enough to keep her hovering—then built her back up with that same relentless attention. Licking. Sucking. Circling. Never stopping. Never hurrying.
Sweat beaded between her breasts. Her legs shook. Her hips rocked up to meet his mouth in helpless little movements.
