Page 50 of Save Me

His eyes open as my mouth leaves his cock, leaving him coated in my saliva and wanting more.

He gives me a questioning look, as if to say,keep going.But all I do is smile at him, before I straddle his waist.

“Love.” A question and a statement, and I hear the unsaid words in his tone.

“I want this, I’m ready for this. So, if you’re willing to have sex with me, then can we—”

My words are interrupted by his sudden movement as he brings himself up so we’re face to face, me straddling his lap as he pulls me in close enough that our foreheads are touching.

“Remind me to make it even more obvious how badly I want you, so you never have to question how willing I am to fulfill your every desire.”

I feel my body soften into him at his words, as his lips find mine, his tongue claiming me as his. I feel his hardness pressing between my legs as I unashamedly move back and forth in his lap, trying to get friction, as heat gathers in my core.

He smiles as we kiss, before moving to grab a hold of himself, teasing me as he moves himself back and forth across me, nudging himself against my core ever so slightly, until I’m writhing on top of him, desperate for him to fill me, to soothe the ache of desire between my legs.

“Always so impatient for me,” he purrs.

I don’t answer him, instead bringing my lips to his, giving myself fully to the intensity of our kiss. He moves his hand from himself, instead using it to grab the back of my neck, pulling me even closer to him. I trail my hand down his body until I’m able to grab him firmly, holding him steady as I sink onto him, filling myself with him inch by delicious inch. I’ll never get used to this, get used to him, and how complete I feel with him between my legs. After having him nothing can compare, and it’s as if he was made for me, the way he stretches and fills me until I don’t think I can take any more, the pleasure mixed with a bite of discomfort as I let him seat himself fully within me.

We stay like this for a moment, no motion between us as he lets me adjust to his girth, his lips worshipping my body, his tongue on my nipples, my neck, my mouth.

“You’re in control,” he says, his voice strained with desire. “Take as long as you need and move when you’re ready. I won’t do anything until you do.”

I blush at the intensity of his words, at the intensity of his gaze as it meets my stare before trailing over every part of my body, as if planning on exactly how he’ll make me unravel beneath his touch.

“As you wish, Mr. Turner,” I say, my voice a mix of want and need, of desire and pleasure.

I move slowly, relishing the feel as he slides out of me slowly, before sinking back down on him. I keep my eyes and my thoughts on him. My heart is beating quickly as the euphoria in my veins pulses through me. I grip onto his muscled shoulders, stabilizing myself as I move faster. He grabs onto my hips, helping me move, following my lead as I slam back down onto him again, my pace unrelenting, my need for him uncontainable. His mouth finds mine again, and I welcome his tongue with mine, letting out a small shriek as he bites at me playfully.

My shriek is quickly replaced by a moan as his thumb finds its way to my clit, the friction causing me to arch back as pleasure builds within me. It builds, and builds, and builds, until he brings me over the edge, my orgasm crashing into me with a force I can’t describe, as incomprehensible words tumble from my lips.

He kisses me gently as I come back down, as I sink into him once again, breathless and satiated from all he’s giving me.

“That was…” I trail off, my face pressing into his chest as I try to catch my breath.

“I love feeling the way your pussy clenches around me when you come,” he says, his voice thick with desire as he continues to move in and out of me, his pace excruciatingly slow.

His hands continue to guide my hips, rocking me back and forth, up, and down, as he kisses me slowly, lazily, his eyes devouring my every move.

“I can’t decide,” he says, his voice sounding strained as he tries to control his thrusts, tries to form coherent sentences, “ifI want to come inside of you, filling you up until I’m dripping down your perfect thighs”—his hands brush over my legs—“or if I should come in your mouth so you can taste every drop of me.”

I moan as he hits the right spot again, the sensation causing pleasure to build once more, “I—I want you inside of me. I want you to come inside of me,” I say between ragged breaths.

Flames of desire dance in his eyes, as he strokes my body with his hands, my body now damp as a light sweat covers my skin.

“Then make me come,” he drawls, a hint of playfulness in his voice as he reclines back, his hands never straying from my hips and his eyes never leaving mine.

I plant my hands on his chest, and my hips never stop moving as I chase the release, the one I feel building within him and building within myself once again. I lean back, closing my eyes as I relish in the euphoria that builds within us and hang on to the feeling of him moving inside me.

Jax sits up slowly before repositioning me underneath him in one swift movement, and I don’t even have time to process what has happened before he’s whispering in my ear. “Eyes open, remember, love?”

I roll my eyes in response and wrap my legs around his waist as he starts thrusting into me. My body is melting and burning all at once, the sensation of him, of me, of us, too much for me to comprehend. Just when I think I can’t take any more, when the pleasure feels like it has built to an intolerable level, he takes my nipple into his mouth as his fingers find my clit once again, and I come with his name on my lips and my nails digging into his back.

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When I openmy eyes again the room is bright, the sun having fully risen, no sign of dawn left in the sky. Jax is beside me, resting, his eyes awake and already finding mine.

“Morning, love.”

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