“Jax?”
“Yeah.” I was pushing her lacy underwear down her thigh. She had broken my willpower. I couldn’t fight it. I fucking needed her. I needed her so fucking bad. I took her lips roughly. This time it was me. I was the one kissing aggressively.
Fuck waiting.
I had her here. Nearly naked and wet for me. I was taking her.
Her hands gripped my face and she pulled me back. “Jax, do you remember the rule about…” She paused, looking embarrassed again.
I held back from claiming her lips again but I did start to rub her, slowly in a circle, warming her up. I was fucking her now. She was making me go back on a plan I had worked on and thought about for fucking years. I had it planned down to the slightest detail.
I should be angry with her but all I fucking wanted was to be inside her.
Her hands nervously cupped my face.
“Sweetheart, which rule?” I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her, this time gentle and quick. “What has you so embarrassed?”
She eyes dropped and she stared at her name on my chest. “Remember the rule about me coming?”
“Yes. You come when told and say my name.” Oh, for fuck sake, why would she make me remember that! Didn’t she know how much she already had me needing her? I was basically a second away from fucking her as it was.
But now remembering how she came, when told, and she would moan or scream my name. God, she had no idea how much pleasure I got out of her coming when I told her to. And when my name came off her lips… Fuck it. I need to hear it now.
I dove down, taking her lips. Fuck slow. I wanted a marathon. I had it all planned. But I never factored in this. She was literally making me go insane. The sight of her naked body, the feel of her, the softness and the taste of her lips. Yeah, I couldn’t wait a fucking second longer.
She pried my face away, and I growled at her. I needed her. Now.
“Jax, that rule. Well, I didn’t know it but I soon learned. I’m dependent on it.” She wouldn’t look me in the eye.
I frowned, not understanding. “What do you mean dependent?”
She sighed. “You really not getting where I’m coming from?”
“No.” Why was she looking at me like I was stupid?
“God, Jax, why can’t you read my mind!” She looked at me, frustrated and embarrassed. “How about I put it this way? I haven’t had an orgasm for six years and nearly five months.”
I pulled away from her. “What, Will just didn’t know how to give you one?”
She groaned. “Are you not listening? I’m dependent!”
I frowned. “Sweetheart, dependent on what?”
“You!” she snapped at me like it was obvious. “On that fucking rule! Don’t you get it? I can’t come. I can’t come because I need you telling me to, and I need your name to follow it.”
“So, you haven’t had an orgasm since I last told you to? Six years ago?”
She stubbornly crossed her arms. “Pretty much, yes. I’ve tried everything! Nothing works!” She dropped her head back. “I faked it with Will. And we had a good relationship but sex with him didn’t do it for me.” She sighed. “So, that’s why I jumped you before. I guess I just saw a chance and took it.”
What she was saying was slowly sinking in. “Did you try anything else? You know…”
“Vibrators? Yeah, Jax, I did. But nothing worked. Because my body has been trained by you to come when told, and say your name!” She looked up at me, rather pissed off. “Go on, be proud of yourself. I’ve had an awful sex life for the last six years because of you.”
I couldn’t stop the grin. I had never felt more fucking pleased. Yep, I was in a state of blissfulness. She really was mine.
“Stop grinning! It is nothing to be happy about!”
“Fuck, sweetheart, how do you do it?” I shook my head, I couldn’t fucking believe it. She had managed to make me love her more.