His head dips again, and I feel the tickle of his soft hair brushing against my chest. It’s the only warning I get before his mouth latches around one of my nipples, and I think I say something like Dij a kuiclildadsa liildn.
What does that mean?
I think it means please don’t ever stop in crazy girl speak.
He slides his attention to the other one, and I continue to make incoherent noises like I’m a virgin or something.
Heat sears through me, and I start doing the embarrassing whimpering thing I can’t seem to control around him. It just makes him more aggressive, and he starts working his way down my body, kissing trails that feel like fire is licking me down to my core.
Again with the fire comparisons.
My mind shuts down when he reaches a spot that has my eyes crossing and my body bucking off the bed.
“Easy,” he says with a smile in his voice. My eyes are screwed shut because I’m too embarrassed to even look at him by this point.
When his lips fasten over that bundle of nerves, going in for the kill, I clutch the sheet under me, forcing myself to remain on the bed and still instead of bucking like an eight-second ride under him.
He clamps an arm over my waist, holding me in place, exercising far more control than I have, and I bite into my lip to stop the flow of gibberish. My stomach muscles contract painfully, and he gets more into it, making it impossible not to feel like I’m all he wants in this moment.
Stars detonate behind my eyelids, and a strangled breath leaves my lips as warm ecstasy washes over me like a wave. I now understand why people talk about toes curling. Never had that happen before now.
He tears his mouth away, and I lie here, breathless and too relaxed for words as I try to wrap my head around all the sensations assaulting me.
The sound of something akin to foil or paper ripping resonates in my ears, and my eyes slowly open in time to watch Jax rolling a condom on. I don’t know when he bought them, considering the fire and all, but I’m glad he has them.
His eyes are hooded and full of lust when he looks up at me. I’m almost positive no one has ever looked at me with such want or need, and it fills me with a sense of power I wasn’t expecting.
He crawls up me, taking his time, and he pushes my legs farther apart to nestle in the space he’s created. He doesn’t even give me any warning before thrusting in, sinking deep and burying his face in the crook of my neck. He shudders against me, and that sense of power seems to grow.
My breath catches in my throat, and I forget all the fears I had about that thing not fitting. It almost pisses me off when he pulls back, but when he thrusts forward again, burying himself all the way inside this time, I lose myself to the way it all feels.
“Fuck,” he murmurs against my neck.
“Please,” I whisper.
A throaty chuckle escapes him, then I realize why and internally curse myself.
His hips rock again, and a breath hisses out of him.
“This won’t last long like this,” he groans.
He spins quickly, dragging me with him, and suddenly I’m on top, staring down at him as he slaps my ass from underneath to get me to move. I don’t need a second prompting.
I brace my hands on his chest, lift up, and slowly sink back onto him. His eyes roll shut, and I start moving just as he opens them again. Our eyes lock, and I can’t look away.
His hands grip my hips, trying to slow my rhythm, but I refuse to be slowed.
“Bad idea,” he murmurs, gripping me tighter. “I should have stayed on top. Too fucking good.” His words end on a groan that vibrates me to my core, only adding to how good it feels to me.
Yeah, pride swells inside me, and it definitely fuels my rhythm, but when that second wave of euphoria begins to tighten in my core, my head falls back as I chase it, grinding harder and harder.
Jax takes over, throwing me under him again, and he becomes a possessed man on a mission. It’s almost explosive when my second orgasm hits, and I cry out while digging my nails into his shoulders, holding on as he owns me.
His mouth finds my neck, muffling the guttural sound he makes when he goes still inside me. All I can do is feel. My mind is too numb for thought.
And everything I feel is… scaring the hell out of me.
Chapter 32