“That’s it.” He moans deeply, putting his hands behind his head and reclining, as my mouth continues to move up and down and my tongue swirls against his cock.
He shifts again, looking at me, his emerald eyes full of heat.
“That’s it, love, take it all.” He breathes, as I push my mouth further down on him, taking him as deep into my throat as I can manage. “Fuck, you are so amazing.”
I see something in his eyes then, something more than lust.
His words act like a spell, making me feel even more turned on and confident in what I am doing to him. I feel myself getting more aroused with every passing second, eager to please him. I move up and down, faster and deeper, as my tongue dances around him, savoring the taste and feel of him.
His hand moves, softly gripping the back of my head, guiding me exactly how he wants.
“Jesus Christ, you will be the death of me.” He smiles. “But if you keep going like that then this will be over way before I’m ready to stop,” he says, a smile on his mouth. “Come up here and ride me,” he commands, his voice gravely with need.
I sit up, wiping my lips with my thumb before moving closer to him.
His eyes lock onto mine, a fiery intensity that grows with each passing moment, a mix of lust, desire, and something more. I can feel the passionate anticipation in the air, and my heart thuds loudly in my chest. His hands move deftly, lifting my shirt over my head and pulling my bottoms off quickly, exposing myself to him fully. He lets out a groan of desire at the sight of me, pulling me towards him, the warmth of his skin against mine sending waves of lightening through my body.
I pull back from him, not wanting his lips to leave mine, but wanting something more, needing something more from him. I straddle him as his hands gently caress my hips, pulling me closer to him until our bodies are aligned perfectly. The sensation of his erection against me sends a wave of warmth through my core, and the feel of him softly brushing against me, is almost enough to make lose control here and now.
I take a deep breath as I place my hands on his chest, steadying myself as he positions himself against my pussy. I sink down onto him slowly, and a moan escapes my lips as I feel the fullness of him inside me. He lets out a soft groan as I take him to the hilt, his hands roaming my body, my nerves feeling like they are exploding. He sits up, shifting so we are face to face, our lips crashing into each other, his tongue invading my mouth, claiming me as his.
He pulls back slightly, looking at all of me as I sit on all of him.
“You are…” he starts, taking a breath. “You are made of magic, love, and you have me completely under your spell.”
I smile, my eyes never leaving his as I move upwards slowly, before sinking back down onto him, our bodies melding together, the feeling indescribable. And I know, in this very moment that I will follow him to whatever end.
His hand wraps around the back of my neck, firmly, but gently, guiding me up and down, leveraging himself as we move, the pace quickening until our movements become erratic, needing more of each other.
I can feel him begin to lose control underneath me and it is enough to send me over the edge. I shatter around him as he pulls me onto him firmly, finding a euphoria I didn’t know existed while he finds his own release, coming inside of me.
Neither of us move, our hearts beating faster than ever before. I don’t want this moment to end, worrying that it will be impossible to ever experience something so perfect, so magical, again.
“It’s not like this with other people…” he whispers softly in my ear.
“No, it’s not,” I reply weakly, still trying to catch my breath.
He gently brushes his fingertips across my sweat-dampened forehead, his eyes filled with a complexity of emotions I can’t decipher.
“Do you think I can truly find my way back from this, from everything that has happened this year?” I ask quietly.
“You can, love, and you will,” he replies, brushing my skin with his lips. “And I’ll be here every step of the way.”
We lay in bed, our naked limbs entangled together. I feel Jax drift off to sleep beside me, his body relaxing and his face reflecting a level of peace that only finds him in his sleep, when he can leave behind whatever horrors from his work and the past follow him.
I shift my body to be closer to him, resting my head on his chest, his breathing becoming a soothing melody. This. This is perfection. I try to revel in the feeling of being with him, of feeling his body touching mine, of experiencing what it’s like to have someone willing to stand by me no matter what. But despite trying to savor this moment, trying to focus on all the goodness surrounding me, I can’t help but worry that it could all be taken away in a heartbeat. That something, someone, will put an end to the happiness I have finally found.
I sit up, shaking my head as I crawl out of bed, trying to get rid of the nagging feeling that this isn’t going to last, reminding myself Jax won’t let anything happen.
My movements rouse him from his slumber, and a moment later, his sleepy voice fills my ear.
“I can hear you thinking, love. What’s on your mind?”
“I’m worried that if I say it out loud, it will come true,” I respond quietly, feeling embarrassed despite myself.
“It doesn’t work that way,” he reassures me, rolling onto his side so he can look at me as I stand beside the bed.
I take a deep breath, telling him everything on my mind.