I swallow. “Yes, please.”
Dax lets my finger go and conquers my mouth with a fiery kiss. He grips my hips and pulls me onto his lap as he sits on the couch. I place my hands on his shoulders as I try to keep up with his kisses, gasping for air in between.
Dax’s hands go to my back. His fingers travel on either side of my spine all the way to my neck and my hair. Then they go back down to the back of my bra. I feel the tiny hooks come free and hold my breath.
Dax pulls back just an inch, still close enough so that the tips of our noses are touching. His eyes gaze straight up into mine as his fingers travel up the straps of my bra. When his hands reach my shoulders, he looks down. He pushes the straps slowly off my arms. My bra hangs from my elbows.
Then I feel his gaze on my bare breasts. I close my eyes as I feel the embarrassment. My cheeks go into full blaze.
Even with my eyes closed, though, I can still see Dax there. His gaze sets my breasts on fire. My nipples swell and tingle. I purse my lips.
How long is he going to keep looking?
Dax’s lips brush against the inside of my arm. When he reaches my elbow, he pulls the strap out of the way, all the way off, while planting a trail of kisses. The trail ends on my wrist, which he grasps gently. When he lets it go, the strap of my bra falls off.
I take the other off. I’ve barely finished when Dax grips my hair, pulling my head back as his mouth descends on my breast. I let out a loud gasp.
He takes the breast captive inside the warm cavern of his mouth. Heat spreads down to my belly and lower. When he sucks on the mound of flesh, a moan escapes my throat. Between my legs, something else escapes to seep into my cotton panties.
I’m losing control.
Dax pulls his mouth away and my breast feels cold. His warm breath prickles and sends a shiver down my spine. Then the tip of his tongue circles my pert nipple and I let out another moan. My nails dig into his shoulders.
His tongue pushes down on my nipple like a button and ripples of heat and electricity travel through my veins. His tongue wiggles and I tremble. The stain in my panties grows bigger.
He lets go of my hair and caresses my back as he moves his mouth to my other breast to employ the same tricks. My head drops back. I catch the reflection of twinkling lights on the ceiling through half lidded eyes. My voice becomes hoarse.
Dax’s mouth leaves my breast. He plants a kiss on my collarbone, on my shoulder, then on the side of my neck. Each one keeps my pulse racing.
I place a hand on his chest and push him away so I can lean over and press my lips hard down on his. My fingers rake through his hair and grip the wavy strands. My nails graze his scalp.
Our lips collide again and a moan rumbles low in his throat. The sound sends my heart leaping, roaring like an engine. Excitement buzzes through my skin.
Suddenly, Dax pulls away. He pushes me down on the couch and pulls on the drawstring of my pants. The knot comes undone and he pulls my pants down to my ankles. As soon as I kick them off, my moist panties follow.
I’m beyond fear or embarrassment now, so I don’t make any effort to close my legs even though I’m naked beneath a man for the first time in my life. I love Dax. I trust him. I know that whatever happens next, it will be amazing. I’m excited for it, more excited than I was that Christmas when I asked for a telescope and I saw the long box waiting under the tree. I wasn’t disappointed then. Every cell in my body is telling me I won’t be now.
“Jenna.”
Dax whispers my name in my ear as his hand slips between my thighs. His fingers brush against the opening of my aching, leaking core and I grip his arms with trembling hands. He slips a finger inside me and I throw my head back to let out a gasp. He slips in another and I moan.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he orders me as he kisses my ear.
“It doesn’t,” I answer breathlessly.
It stung a little in the beginning, true, but that passed quickly, just like the prick of a needle. And his fingers don’t feel weird at all. They probably should, but somehow it feels like they belong down there. In there.
My body was made for this.
As Dax begins to move his fingers in and out of me, my entire body goes into another gear. My head starts spinning. My shoulders tremble. My back arches. My hips rise and my legs fold. My toes dig into the couch.