Him.
Feeling more beautiful and desired than ever before, Poppy palmed his cheeks and pulled his mouth to hers. With their upper bodies free of any sort of barrier, she could finally feel the magnificent heat of his skin on hers.
He was a furnace, like a smoldering volcano building itself into an explosive frenzy.
Still, he didn’t become wild or overly eager. Instead, Jax continued with his soft, sweet kisses and slow, loving touch.
Poppy wasn’t sure how long they sat like that—with her on his lap, their mouths and tongues engaged in an unhurried exploration. All she knew was that he was in the lead, and that was just the way she liked it.
Speaking of taking control…
Jax pulled his mouth free and lowered her back onto the bed. Pushing himself from the mattress, he stood at the bed’s soft edge before bending down and reaching for the clasp on her jeans. Once the button and zipper were released, he slid his fingers between her hips and the denim, his intention clear.
Helping him out, Poppy lifted her lower body from the mattress while he pulled her jeans free. Not wasting time, Jax removed her socks before going back for the white panties that matched the previously discarded bra.
In a touch much gentler than one would expect from a man of his size, he slowly removed the tiny scrap of material, completely exposing her most intimate parts.
A primal sound she could only describe as animalistic bubbled up inside his perfectly sculpted, elaborately adorned chest as Jax’s focus lasered in on her sex.
She kept it smooth and bare, simply because she felt better about herself that way.
“Fuck me.” A low growl.
“I thought that was the plan,” she teased.
Those dark eyes of his lifted to hers a half a second before he grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the mattress. In the next heartbeat, Jax leaned down and put his mouth on her.
“Ah!” Poppy cried out, the feel of his hot, wet lips on her swollen sex a welcomed shock. With the comforter clenched between her fists, she closed her eyes and gave herself to him.
Jax’s fiery tongue laved and teased, each talented lick bringing her closer and closer to that glorious edge. He ran the hot tip along her weeping slit, his pace slow and wonderfully agonizing, while the course whiskers framing his lips created a tantalizing friction that drove her mad with need.
Poppy’s chest rose and fell with her rapid, shallow breaths. Her heart pounding so hard she was surprised he couldn’t hear it.
Releasing the plush comforter, she blindly reached for him. Filling her hands with the thick hair on the top of his head, Poppy kept her hold steady while Jax continued making love to her with his mouth.
He pressed his tongue further, swirling it around her wet, needy entrance. A low, satisfied moan reverberated from his mouth straight into her core, the vibration heightening the already extraordinary sensation he was creating.
Jax raised his mouth a bit higher, a light flick of her swollen clit nearly sending her flying off the bed. With his fingers digging into her hips, he kept her lower half in place while he continued to masterfully work her body to the brink of climax.
“Jax,” Poppy breathed his name as if he were a god she was destined to worship. Though right now, in this moment, it felt more likehewas worshipingher.
As if sensing her need for more, Jax slid one of his masterful hands between her thighs. With his lips and tongue still paying homage to her clit, he slid first one and then two fingers inside her.
Her breath hitched from the perfectly wonderful way his hand worked and stretched her body to accommodate the glorious intrusion. He moved slowly at first.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
Oh, how she wished this moment could last forever. At the same time, Poppy wanted to scream for him to bring her to that imminent release she knew only this man could create.
As if he could read her mind, Jax picked up his pace, the slow thrusts he’d used before moving faster. Harder.
Her legs began to shake as a low, familiar tingling made its presence known. Higher and higher, her impending climax grew closer and closer.
“Please,” she begged, the words escaping with whispered breaths. “Oh, god, Jax…I’m so…close.”
Eyes squeezed shut and lips parted, Poppy became consumed with wicked pleasure. Just when she didn’t think she could take it anymore, Jax applied just the right amount of added pressure to her swollen bundle of nerves.
With his fingers thrusting in and out of her core, he moved the tip of his tongue in fast, tight circles. When she was right there, on the precipice of a powerful explosion, he engulfed her clit between his lips, began to suck. And then…