“Please, Jax,” I begged, moaning into his mouth as desire began to fill me up inside. He lifted me up and carried me into the room. He pinned me against a bookshelf and kissed me as if he’d been waiting all night for his lips to be pressed to mine. My legs were wrapped around his waist as I felt his want pressed against me. His mouth roamed down my neck, and I moaned as I placed my hands on the shelves beside me to balance myself. Jax’s groans against my skin sent a pool of heat to my core as I began grinding my hips against his jeans.
Eventually he placed me on the floor and began to undress down to his boxers. I began to do the same, tossing off my clothes. As he approached me, his eyes were fixated on my red panties, and he dragged his teeth along his bottom lip. “Fucking beautiful,” he mumbled.
He hooked his fingers in the edge of the lace and pulled them down before leading me toward the oversized chair. “Sit,” he commanded, and geez, I liked that. I liked his commands.
I sat, and he lowered himself to the ground in front of me. He kneeled before me and looked up at me as if I were a queen and he was there to bow. He spread my legs, and the desire I had for him that night shot through the roof. I wanted him to taste me, lick me, tease me, and he did exactly that.
As he moved in closer to my core, he began kissing and licking and fucking my inner thighs with his mouth. The anticipation was killing me as I placed my hands on the armrests and dug my nails into the fabric.
When Jax made his way to my core, his wet tongue lashed me, lapping me up and down as I moaned in pleasure.
“You taste so good, Kennedy…you taste like everything I’ve ever fucking wanted,” he swore. He placed his hands beneath my ass cheeks and lifted my hips so he could drive his tongue into me deeper. He wasn’t only fucking me to the point of orgasm; he was making love to my needs, too. He was focused and dedicated to the needs that I had.
Jax lifted one of my legs on top of his shoulder and went to work. His tongue sucked on my clit before he slid two fingers deep inside me. As his tongue moved, his fingers danced, bringing me closer and closer to climax.
“Yes, please,” I begged, “Keep…going…Jax, I’m going to…” I hadn’t known, hadn’t known it could feel so good. I hadn’t known a man could ravish a woman as if she were his queen and his sole purpose was to please her in every way possible.
I couldn’t stop the shaking that overtook my whole body. As he fingered me and made love to me with his tongue, I was unable to stop the fierce orgasm that flooded my entire system.
“I love that, Sun.” He groaned in pleasure, still licking up my excitement. “I love how you taste on my tongue.”
I couldn’t even form full sentences anymore. I couldn’t find the words to connect in my mind to tell him what I wanted next, what I needed next. So, I stuttered out the only three words I could muster up.
“Fuck me, Jax,” I said breathlessly, and his eyes locked with mine.
“Yeah?”
“Please,” I begged, needing to know what it felt like to have him inside me.
He reached for his wallet in his jeans and pulled out a condom.
As he stood, he slid off his boxers, his hardness was revealed, and I was pretty certain I gasped at the size. As he slid the condom down his shaft, and I watched, I almost came all over again from the sinful sight of him stroking himself.
He held a hand out to me, lifted me from the chair, and moved me over to the couch.
As he positioned himself over me, he paused as his hardness lightly rubbed my core. “I want this forever,” he confessed, his voice low and somewhat shaky. His dilated eyes locked with mine as he began sliding into me. His lips parted as he lowered his mouth to mine. “I want you forever.”
“Yours,” I promised, wanting to cry out in pleasure from the feeling of him giving me every piece of him. “I’m yours.”
He began making love to me right there in the hidden room of the library. He rocked into me with no regrets. He fucked me with purpose. I felt all of him, too. I felt his light and his darkness, his happy and his sad, his forever and his always as he slid in and out of me with a rhythm that matched my heartbeats. Jax made love to me amidst thousands of novels, and I knew none of their stories were ever going to top the one we were creating within ourselves.