His breath grazed my ear as he chuckled in earnest before his voice dropped low and sultry. “You’re soaked, baby.”
“And you’re taking this delayed gratification to the extreme.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Impossible, you could never,” I promised, unable to stop smiling.
“Your faith in me, it fuels my fire to honor you. As long as there’s a breath in this body, I will never take a second with you for granted.
“I feel the exact same.”
He lined himself up and, with his soulful eyes fixed on mine, he pushed his hips forward, bonding us as one. My lips parted in awe as I breathed in a sharp inhale and felt an exquisite fullness like no other.
“Holy fuck . . . Lily.” Jaxon’s voice was strained. “You feel like absolute heaven wrapped around me. So tight.”
He threaded our fingers together, positioned them over my head, and captured my mouth with languid strokes of his tongue as he began to shift his hips in slow, drawn-out thrusts.
I was consumed, hopelessly and deliriously destroyed byhim, but in the best way possible. Our hearts beat in rhythm as our bodies entwined, uniting us on a spiritual level that felt enchanting. It wasn’t just the intimate connection or the physical action, but the feeling of being so emotionally charged with rapture that we were better together.
“More, I need more.” I managed to string the words together. “I won’t break.”
Jaxon released my hands and pressed his into the mattress beside my shoulders.
“My girl wants it harder?” His eyes darkened.
“Yes, please. Harder,” I pleaded between exasperated breaths.
Jaxon leaned back, careful not to pull out, lifted my legs, and re-positioned them flush against his torso with my ankles by his head and my backside raised off the bed. His corded biceps flexed as he wrapped his arm around them and dug his fingers into my thigh while his other hand reached between my legs to rub my clit.
The new angle was out of this world. He heightened every nerve ending I had, lifting me higher and higher with each purposeful flex of his hips slamming into the backs of my legs, hitting me so deep and punishingly hard that my body began to tremble.
“I’ve got you, Lils. Let go.”
The myriad of tantalizing sensations that had swirled in a powerful vortex, fighting to hold off my release because the feeling was too addictive, abruptly broke free.
“Jaxon!” I fisted the bedsheets and screamed out as the intensity of my orgasm rocked me to the core.
My chest heaved, searching for air as echoes of pleasure continued lighting me up with unfiltered abandon.
“Watching you orgasm, with my cock buried so deep that I don’t know where I end and you begin, tops a new list of things I love.”
I laughed, causing my inner muscles to clamp down on him again.
“Lily,” he breathed my name like it was a prayer, then pulled out and abruptly dropped between my legs.
“What are you—” My words died on my lips the second his tongue lapped passionately at my core.
“I need a hit,” his voice was gruff and overcome with lust. “Your pussy is the sweetest candy, and I’m fucking addicted.”
Who was I to deny him his moment, while I basked in the carnal benefits, secretly loving that he couldn’t get enough of me. But as the ache to feel him inside me again intensified, knowing he hadn’t come yet, I tugged on his thick, tousled strands of hair, luring his skilled lips back to mine.
I wasted no time hooking my legs over his hips and sliding my tongue against his, hungry and desperate. The taste of my orgasm on him was an erotic burst of brazenness I hadn’t known before; a fusion of our desire, with no boundaries.
Our kiss shifted naturally from a blazing inferno to a soft, lingering closeness. Each shared breath was treasured, and with his weight pressing hungrily against me, he claimed every inch and left me breathless.
“Eyes on me, Lils,” he ordered.
Mere inches separated us, but it was his gaze that touched me in terrifyingly beautiful places. A place where my emotions clashed only because I knew I couldn’t live without our connection.
