He does as I say, and I continue by pushing the tip of the sex toy against his entrance. When he relaxes further, I slip the first two inches inside him. He moans and repeats my name like a prayer. I take it as him showing me the green light.
“Damn, this is hotter than I expected,” I mutter under my breath as I start moving the toy and sense how much Jax enjoys it. I love seeing him like this—entirely at my mercy, completely trusting me with his body.
The sweat starts forming on his skin and his muscles tighten as he gets closer to coming. It makes me want to get him there faster and stroke his rock-hard length.
“Jax, come for me. I want to be covered in your cum,” I tell him as I wrap my hand around him tighter.
It’s like his brain has forgotten all the other words when he mumblesfuckover and over, eyes pressed shut. It doesn’t take long until he screams his release and comes all over his stomach and my hand.
I trace my tongue across his cum, making him open his eyes and glance down at me. He tugs me up and kisses mepassionately. I can feel all the words he isn’t saying in that kiss. How much he enjoyed what I just did for him. How he appreciates me. How much he loves me.
And the best thing is that I love him, too. That’s why I wanted to give him this experience.
Fifteen minutes later, when we’ve both cleaned up, I snuggle under the covers beside Jax. I place my ear on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “That was one of the hottest things I haveeverdone in bed.”
“I agree. The best damn sex of my life.”
“And we’re only getting started.”
30
JAX
THREE AND HALF WEEKS LATER
Currently playing: I Believe in a Thing Called Love by The Darkness
“Darling, get that beautiful ass of yours here.”
Christmas is in two days, and I have a bare tree in the corner of my living room. Soph has been looking for inspiration online for days, and I'm ready to get it over with. Decorating one medium-sized tree shouldn't be this difficult. But knowing her, she won't do this half-assed. There are Pinterest boards, saved social media posts, and Haisley’s opinions that matter.
“Just a moment.” Her voice carries from the bedroom. Not knowing how long it'll take her to finish scrolling down whatever app she’s currently occupying herself with, I take my phone out of my jeans pocket to entertain myself.
Ten minutes and two history videos later, Soph finally comes to the living room. Her eyes are puffy, like she’s been crying. Iget up instantly, wrapping my arms around her. “What's wrong?”
“It's nothing.”
I know her nothing means it's something silly that she feels ashamed to share. “C’mon, it can't be that bad.”
She swipes the sleeve of her ugly green Christmas sweater—the one with Mr. Grinch—under her eyes before sitting on a bar stool next to the kitchen island. “So, I came across this super sweet Christmas tradition...”
“And?”
“Okay, so, with each ornament you add to the tree, you say something you like or love about the person with you.”
“Did you get emotional thinking that over?”
She nods but doesn't say anything. I know she has been trying to think of a new Christmas tradition just for us two, and it sounds like this one is the winner. “Okay, darling, let's get started then.”
Soph lifts her questioning eyes to mine. “You like it?”
“Yeah, it sounds like something we could do.”
“You don’t think it’s too cheesy?”
“Nothing is too cheesy with you…well, except what I just said.”
Her eyes shine with humor as she takes the first item from the box of decorations next to me. The turquoise Statue of Liberty Christmas ornament Ollie got me for our first Christmas in the city is my favorite. “Okay, let me think...I love your creativity and how you bring beautiful, colorful art into this sometimes dark world.”
