I tighten my legs around his waist. "Jax, please," I whisper against his lips.
"Fuck," he growls. And in one slick motion he reaches down to fist his cock and thrusts inside me with one rough push.
I moan at the feeling of him seated so deep inside me.
"Jesus Christ," he chokes out, burying his face in my neck. "You're so fucking wet. You're going to make me come like a teenager again."
I scratch at his shoulders, panting from the overwhelming sensation of being so filled. "Jax, please."
He groans. "There's that fucking word again." But then he starts to move, not bothering to start slow this time. He just grips my ass and starts ruthlessly pounding into me.
Between the cold tile against my back and the heat of Jax's body pressed to my front, the sensations are overwhelming. And when Jax snags one of my nipples in his mouth, the feeling multiplies.
His tongue circles the rosy bud before suctioning his mouth over it entirely and sucking hard. My back arches off the wall in bliss.
"Bite me," I gasp.
He does, but it's not enough.
"Harder," I whimper.
It takes me a minute to get the courage to ask for more, even though I know Jax would never judge me. I've only ever made that request once before, and it turned Steve off so much that he barely managed to finish. He had to turn me and take me from behind, and I suspect it was so that he didn't have to look at me or my nipples.
Jax doesn't even hesitate.
He bites down with a growl. And if the feeling of his cock thickening is any indication, it has the opposite effect from the one I’m used to.
It turns him on to turnmeon.
That knowledge is enough to bring the wave of my orgasm even closer than it already was. My eyes close and my head drops to the tile, my fingers still curled into Jax's hair and holding his head against my chest. He switches to my other breast and gives me the same attention all over again.
My orgasm rolls closer. I start to pant, squirming against Jax's rock-solid hold and once again wanting to pull away from the insane amount of pleasure that's about to overtake me.
"Jax," I whimper, my eyes popping open in panic.
And once again, he knows exactly what's happening inside my head and body. He pulls away from my nipple with apopand creates just enough room between us for his hand to slide down to my clit.
"Give it to me, baby girl," he growls, rolling his thumb over the small nub. "Drench my cock, I want to feel how good I make this sweet pussy come."
Where his touch is the kindling, his words are the spark.
I shatter from the explosion of pleasure that takes over every inch of my body. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I scream from the sheer power of this feeling.
I vaguely register Jax cursing and his hips jerking as my body continues to shake. It feels like I'm suspended in midair for seconds, minutes, hours, as the sensations roll through us both.
When they finally abate, I collapse, exhausted, in Jax's arms.
"Goddamn, baby," he mutters in my ear, one of his hands stroking my back.
I can only mumble something incoherent.
His chuckle sounds against my skin, and the sound warms my heart almost as much as the after-bliss of the orgasm he just wrung from me.
Gently, he slides out of me so he can set me down. He nudges me under the water so he can rinse my skin once more, this time taking the time to wash between my legs. I shudder when he touches my oversensitive sex.
We somehow manage to maneuver and switch places so he can rinse himself, and then the water is shut off and he's wrapping the warmed towel around me.
"Oh myGod...." I moan. I grip the edges of the towel, pulling it tighter around me. The feeling is so heavenly that I don't even focus on the fact that Jax's caretaking includes drying and bundling me. "I will never again tease you for this; it’s the greatest thing I've ever felt."