“Fuck, darling, I have wanted you all evening,” he pants and moves his lips closer to my mouth.
“Then you should just do that—have me right here.”
Encouraged by my words, he grinds his hips against me, and I can feel what’s waiting for me. He’s getting harder by the second. I move my hand lower, finding his belt buckle. I start to unbuckle it when Jax stops.
“Soph, I just realized we can’t do it here,” Jax whines.
My mouth forms a pout. “And why not?”
“There are cameras on every floor. I don’t want to make a sex tape for our building manager,” he explains with a frustrated huff.
“Then let’s get moving.”
And I have never seen him move that fast.
We start stripping down the moment Jax’s loft door closes behind us with a click. We both take off our clothes at record speed, trying to get naked as quickly as possible. There isn’t time for touching or kissing, only getting rid of our many layers of clothing.
Once fully naked, Jax lies down on his side on the sofa, showing me all of his delicious body. The dark gray fabric of the sofa creates contrast with his inked skin. The same tattoos I have traced with my fingers hypnotize me like I haven’t seen them before.
Under my gaze, Jax’s right hand moves to his cock, giving it a tight squeeze and making himself groan in pleasure. I lick my lips and take another moment to admire him, moving to stand beside the sofa, ready to drop to my knees when Jax speaks.
“I’d rather have your pussy wrapped around me than your mouth.”
I roll my eyes playfully. “Then you better make some room for me on that sofa.”
I lay down next to him, positioning myself to face him. Jax slowly moves my leg closest to him over his hip. Moving my hand, I grab his neck and crush my lips to his, and a sound of surprise leaves him. I open my mouth, inviting him to have a taste. He deepens our kiss, devouring me. Before letting go of his lips, I graze my tongue along his bottom lip and bite it gently. He moans, and I feel his erection getting even harder against my lower stomach.
Jax changes his position to line his cock with my entrance and pushes forward. The feel of him filling me makes me cry out in excitement. “You feel so fucking good. Don’t stop.”
“I wasn’t planning on it, darling.”
He rocks his hips back and forth in a rhythm that drives me wild. His cock sinks deeper, and we both moan. Jax moves faster, bringing his hand closer to my clit. He reaches it and rubs small circles, just like I taught him once. The feeling isoverwhelming, and I start circling my hips his way, trying to reach my high.
“You want to come, darling?” I hear him whisper.
I moan in response and he chuckles, adding more pressure on my clit. It doesn’t take long until my walls squeeze him hard, making him come with me.
When our aftershocks stop, Jax wraps his arms tightly around my body, while his cock is still inside me. Even though I love having mind-blowing sex with him, this side of Jax is probably the one I love the most. I can feel his love and devotion in his every touch.
“I’m glad we finally christened the couch,” he comments and tracks his finger on my arm, making me shiver.
“Is there any other surface we’re missing?”
“Not that I can think of.”
I chuckle. “And here I thought you weren’t a fan of shower sex.”
“It isn’t my favorite, to be honest, but I like to try new things with you,” he says, poking my ribs.
That’s when I’m reminded of the fantasy I have had ever since our trip to Omaha. “I actually have one idea what we could try if you’re game.”
“Yeah?”
“You remember how you told me about your dildo?”
Clearing his throat, he asks, “The one I have for my ass play?”
“Yeah, the hot pink one, if I remember it right.”
