“Come here.” My voice hoarse with lust, I reached for him. He could worship me all he wanted. Tomorrow and the next day and the next. Right then, I needed to unwrap him like a present. Over at the side of the bed, I rolled his boxers down his hips. He stepped out of them, his huge shaft bobbing free.
Now it was my turn to stare, transfixed. Veins running along its thick length, it twitched as I looked at it. I swallowed, licking my lips, remembering how I’d taken him in my mouth the night before. Seeing it now, about to take it deep inside me, I had to wonder, could it fit? He was huge. Reaching out, I ran my fingers down his length, rubbing the cushion of my thumb to his sensitive tip.
The muscles in his throat flexed as he watched me. He caressed my hair, eyes drugged with desire. Hand to my shoulder, he pressed me down, laying me back to the bed. “I want to be inside you.”
“Yes,” I cried, desperate for it. “I need you, Jax.”
Reaching inside his jeans, he pulled out a condom. Watching him roll it on, I knew he did it all quickly but it was taking too long. My legs twisted, hips writhed with impatience.
Stretched out on top of me, every inch of him so hot and hard, his skin seared into mine. Gasping, kissing, I couldn’t get enough, couldn’t decide which part of him to press and grab. I wanted this, that, every slope and plane. I needed all of him all over me.
I looked up at him, into his face as he gazed down at me and it hit me hard, how many times I’d fantasized about exactly this moment. The two of us, intimate, alone, nothing between us.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this.” He voiced my thoughts.
“Yes, I do,” I murmured.
The head of his cock settled at my entrance and I widened my legs, biting my lips, inviting him in. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He paused. “I’m not sure I can be gentle.”
I looked up into his eyes and brought my hand to his cheek. “I don’t want you to be gentle. Fuck me, Jax.”
With a groan and a thrust, he entered, spreading me so wide my eyes opened big, watering. I’d never been with anyone so huge. He went slow, pushing in, pulling out, a bit at a time, pushing deeper and stretching me. His dick was so thick and long, I grabbed at his arms, trying to breathe and adjust. Looking up I could see him holding his breath, the muscles corded through his arms as he held back, restraining himself.
I wanted more. I moved my hips, pushing against him, so slick I moved easy along his cock. It hurt, but I wanted it and I showed him, moaning, opening my thighs wider, thrusting up to take in every inch.
“Fuck,” he groaned, leaning down, starting to pump into me, giving me more power. “You feel so good. You’re so wet.” He held me open with his hand, pushing my thigh up and back, positioning me as he moved. Riveted, he looked down at where we joined, his cock sliding in and out. Up on my elbows, I wanted to see too, his hips moving as he thrust all the way in and out, back and forth, faster.
He looked so huge, massive above me, the definition of masculine with his broad chest and his muscles flexing. I took his rhythm and met it, leaning back into the mattress, wanting it harder, faster. Digging my fingers into his ass, I groaned his name. Leaning in, he started pounding, driving into me, pushing me up the bed until my head tapped the headboard. Clawing at him, at the sheets, I moved my hand up to push against the wood, giving us more friction, more purchase so he could fuck me like an animal.
“It’s better…” he panted, our bodies glistening with sweat, slapping together.
“Yes.” I knew what he meant even though neither of us could form a complete sentence. We’d both wanted it so long, fantasized about it to such lengths, but the reality was so much better.
I looked up into his eyes. I couldn’t believe it was him, after all that time, and I could give myself to him completely. He gazed down at me with such love, such intense, fierce possession, it took my breath away.
“It made me insane when you were with him,” he hissed, thrusting in me deeply. “I’m never letting you go.”
I cried out, twisting my head to the side, eyes closed as I could feel my orgasm building. Every time he thrust he hit my clit, pounding it. I spread my legs, taking everything he gave me.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice fierce and low. I tore at the sheets, wild, screaming his name as my mind shattered, my body erupting as I came. Over and over, he pushed into me, sending me higher, then higher again. With a feral groan, the muscles in his neck and arms so thick and tense, Jax came too, pulsing inside so deep.
Panting, dazed, at some point I became aware that I was lying half at his side, half on top of him. My cheek to his chest, we panted, sweaty. I felt limp, nearly disembodied, like I was floating above myself. Listening to his heartbeat slowing into a steady rhythm, I gradually grew more grounded.
“You’re amazing.” He held me to him, sounding as dazed as I felt. My whole body was so warm and fluid, as if I’d melted with him.
“I love you.” I smiled into his chest, kissing him there.
“I love you, too, Sky.” I’d never known such sublime happiness.
16
Jax
I couldn’t believe I was alone in a hotel room making love to Sky. Fucking her, the way I’d fantasized about and jerked off to more times than I could count. She was amazing. Crazy amazing. She needed a new word. Cramazing.
I wasn’t making any sense. I’d cum so hard inside her I wondered if I ever would again. Nothing had ever felt as good as Sky wrapped around me, moaning, taking me in, wanting everything I gave her. I’d worried I’d be too much for her, have to stop or hold back the whole time so I wouldn’t hurt her. She was so much smaller than me, I’d honestly figured the logistics could pose a problem. But where there was a will, there was a way. She’d been so wet that I’d slid right in, so eager she’d clawed at my ass, rolling her hips to take in all of me.
I’d wanted to make it last, give her a romantic first time together. Maybe burn a few candles, show her what a patient, giving lover I could be. I could go all night and, with Sky, I wanted to blow her mind again and again.
Then she’d wrapped her legs around me, cried out my name and told me she wanted me to fuck her. I didn’t remember too much after that. I’d pounded into her, sweaty, demanding, a beast on the edge of reason, beyond control, needing to possess and mark her as mine with my seed.
“I thought maybe you didn’t want this,” Sky murmured, lying naked in my arms, her head against my chest.
“What?” The idea was so crazy. I couldn’t imagine she’d ever thought that way. “What about the way I could never keep my eyes off you? Or how I couldn’t stop touching you even though you were married?”
“You didn’t kiss me when I came to you.” Her voice sounded small.
“What, the night you were attacked by your husband?” She nodded against my chest. “Was that the right time to make my move?” I knew I sounded incredulous.
“No,” she agreed. “I know. It’s just… when I saw you with Nikki. You looked so perfect together. She was so pretty and happy. And you looked so happy, too.”
“I did?” Bored, maybe. Distracted. Or pleasantly comfortable. Those were a lot of the memories I had of being with Nikki.
“I’m not exactly like her,” she continued, “all carefree and easy.”
“Hey.” I managed to prop myself up on an elbow. I wanted to look her in the eye. “You know who I thought about when I was with Nikki? You. I tried to move on, but I couldn’t. I thought about you all the time.”
She smiled, resting her chin against my chest. “I can’t believe you remember that day I met you when I first moved here. That was like four years ago.”
“Course I remember that. You looked so sweet and pretty. I hated seeing you with Griller. You never belonged with him.”
She shook her head. “I was young and stupid. I wasted way too much time with him.”
“Not any more. You’re with me now.” I stroked her hair, loving the silky feel between my fingers. Ev
ery inch of her was a playground, her skin, her breasts, her lips. I wanted to devour her whole all over again. But after the pounding I’d just given her, she had to need a break. I had not exactly gone easy or slow.