Page 22 of Jaxson

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Tillie didn’t know why he asked her to trust him. It made her a little nervous, but then he kissed her. Only that was a quick, brief kiss, and he moved down, going toward her neck, and again, there was no lingering. He kissed down to her chest, and she felt his lips as he went to her tits.

He did, however, linger there for a little longer. She arched up as the pleasure rushed through her body, and he moved from one nipple to the other, and then down he went, kissing over her stomach.

When he got to her pussy, she went to reach down to cover herself, but he grabbed her hands and locked them either side of her hips. She let out a sigh and felt his mouth on her pussy. Her eyes closed as his tongue grazed across her clit, and it was the sweetest sensation that set her body aflame. At first, she didn’t dare move, because his tongue created a riot of sensation.

The pleasure was intense. More than she could have ever imagined. He danced his tongue across her clit, and she instantly felt on cloud nine. There was no stopping it. No controlling it. She didn’t want to.

He stopped touching her clit, which made her whimper, because she didn’t want him to stop. Then he traced down to her entrance, circling her, only to make her cry out his name as he penetrated her with his tongue.

Jaxson still held onto her wrists, keeping them locked at her sides as she arched up for more. He fucked her with his tongue, then pulled back, going back to her clit. This time, he took her clit between his teeth, and she whimpered. There was pleasure and pain, and everything in between. She couldn’t stop the sensations, nor did she want to. It was the next level kind of pleasure.

Tillie felt the change in her body as she started to build higher and higher, hurtling toward a precipice of ecstasy. She didn’t want it to stop, and with Jaxson in control, holding her in place, she flew higher and higher, more than she could have imagined. She reached that peak, and there was nowhere else to go. She came hard, screaming his name, not wanting him to stop, but then she couldn’t take much more.

He guided her, working her body to a fever pitch, and when he was done, he kissed her clit and moved between her thighs. Tillie didn’t know when he removed his pants, but she felt the hard ridge of his cock. He’d let go of her hands, and she reached up, but then hesitated in touching his face.

“Touch me,” he said.

She hesitated another second, and then she didn’t know why she put her hand on his face, and they stared into each other’s eyes. She didn’t know what was happening, but it was like words were not necessary between the two of them.

He leaned down, kissed her, and she moaned as she felt him against her pussy. They didn’t look away as inch by inch, he started to sink inside her, and she moaned against him, not wanting him to stop. The pleasure was intense.

He locked their fingers together and pressed her hands against the bed. Still, neither of them broke that contact, as he slammed the last inch of his cock deep inside her, and she came apart.

Neither of them moved, and she felt the pulse of his cock. It was like they were connected in mind, in body, in every part of themselves, and she didn’t want that to end.

Time seemed to stand still, as it was just the two of them, and she knew she would gladly stay in this moment for the rest of her life.

He pulled out of her, and then slammed back inside.

When they broke eye contact, it was for him to kiss her, and she rocked against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, not wanting him to stop.

His tongue traced across her lip and slid in, and she met him, kissing him back. It felt so natural. He let go of her hands and wrapped his around her. She sunk her fingers into his hair, pulling herself against him, not wanting to let go.

She felt on fire with need. A need that didn’t seem to dissipate.

He rocked inside her, and he was so big as he filled her, taking her to the brink of pleasure once again. She felt the change within Jaxson as his cock seemed to get harder as he filled her up, thrusting hard and deep inside her.

It had gone from sex to lovemaking. She knew that, felt the difference, and when he came, she felt it as he pulsed within her. Not once did he let her go, nor did he stop.

Even as it was over, she felt the aftershocks within her own body, and not once did he pull away. He stayed deep inside her, and he lifted up, stroking some of her hair out of the way, and she smiled up at him.

“That was amazing,” she said.

“That is just the starter.”

She giggled. “The starter? You make it sound like a meal.”

“It’s going to be. We have the starter, the soup, the main course, the appetizer, the snacks, and the dessert.”

“They’re not in any kind of order,” she said, laughing.

“That’s because you don’t need them to be in any kind of order to enjoy them.”

She couldn’t help but reach up and trace a finger down his neck. She felt the racing of his pulse against her fingers.

“What would you say is each one?” she asked.