He slumps over me, his hands landing next to mine to catch his weight. "Fuck," he rasps.
I'm too wired from the unreleased pleasure, too focused on the damn belt to relax. All I can do is hold my stance and continue panting around the mouthful.
"Good girl," Jax whispers in my ear, pressing a kiss to the spot right underneath that always makes me shiver. He takes the belt from my mouth and guides me onto my back, his touch soothing. Loving.
"Do you want to come now?" he asks me. "I know you're hurting. But you did so good, baby girl." He brushes my hair away from my face and leans in to kiss me, completely unaffected by my spit-soaked lips and chin. The action being both tender and dirty is enough to make my heart start pounding at a rapid pace all over again.
He stretches out beside me on the bed, propped up on one elbow, laying kisses along my neck and shoulder as his hand traces along my body. His fingers make their path between my breasts, circling around my nipples, giving a quick pinch to make me gasp, and then traveling down my stomach and around my navel. By the time he moves farther south and veers off to trail his fingers along my inner thigh, I'm breathing so hard a whimper slips out.
"Have I ever told you how much I enjoy coming inside you?" he whispers in my ear, his touch moving so close to my center that now I'm definitely whimpering, trying to arch into his touch. "I've never done it before, never wanted to. Never needed to claim someone so badly." His fingers finally reach their destination, but he doesn't give me what I'm so desperate for that I'm shaking. He just feels along my lips, my inner thighs, everywhere he just left his mark on me.
"Because this?" he continues in a deep voice. "Feeling my cum leaking out of you, knowing it's my touch that you want? I've never felt more like a man than I do right now."
I don't know if he still wants me to be quiet, but I can't go any longer without begging. "Jax, please," I gasp, arching my hips, trying to force his fingers inside me.
"Fuck, that word," he growls as he breaks.
His fingers slam inside me, and I can't tell if he's working to give me the orgasm of all orgasms or trying to push all of his cum back inside me. Right now, I don't care. All I know is he just lit a fuse with his words and is coaxing the explosion with his fingers.
My pleasure climbs higher and higher, my breath coming in gasps and my fingers gripping the sheets in an effort to stay tethered to this world.
"Jax, I'm—" I gasp.
"That's my girl," he growls as he finally curls his fingers and rubs the spot that is about to send me flying. "Come all over my hand like a good little whore."
His words set me off. A scream tears from my throat, smothered by Jax's hand when he covers my mouth at the same time that he doubles down on his efforts to prolong my orgasm.
"Fuck, yes," he groans, watching my face as it crumples in pleasure. His fingers slow as I come down, leaving me panting and twitching with aftershocks.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs as he leans down to kiss me. I wind my arms around his neck and return the kiss eagerly. I always feel particularly affectionate after he shakes up my world.
He smiles down at me after he pulls away, taking a moment just to look at me. I give him a happy smile in return.
He chuckles at that. "You're going to have to wipe that sex-drunk look off your face before we go downstairs, though. I don't exactly need my mother knowing I made my girlfriend come hard enough to see stars."
I roll my eyes, but I can't fake my annoyance enough to actually let go of him. "So cocky," I murmur as I pull his mouth down to mine.
It doesn't take long for the kiss to escalate again. Just as I slide my tongue across Jax's, pulling a groan from his throat, a voice calls from downstairs that dinner is ready.
Another groan, this time clearly frustrated about the interruption.
"Later," he says, nipping at my lip before he rolls off of me.
I grin. I hope he never gets tired of me, never loses the hunger that always shines in his eyes when he looks at me—regardless of if it's been a week since he's touched me or five minutes.
For some reason, the thought sobers me. I'm quiet as I clean myself up and pull on my clothes.
Jax notices, of course. He always notices.
He pulls me into his arms before I can walk through the door.
"Hey," he says quietly. "Where'd I lose you? What's wrong?"
I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face in his chest, taking a deep breath and soaking up the essence that is Jax.Warm, comforting, stable. Loves me.
Six months ago, I would've swept my worry under the rug and told myself it was a ridiculous thought. Too stupid to share.
But I'm not that person anymore.