Page 174 of Risky Passion

I wriggled out of my panties and lay back on the blanket. My nipples hardened further, aching with need, and I could feel how wet I was . . . how ready for him I was.

He knelt beside me, his hands sliding up my thighs and his touch sent sparks through me. He took his time, his fingers brushing over my hips, my stomach, before trailing lower. His lips followed, kissing every inch of exposed skin, his mouth hot against my body.

His tongue and fingers worked together in perfect rhythm until I was trembling beneath him. The tension coiled low in my belly, grew tighter with every stroke and every flick of his tongue, until my climax was almost too much to bear.

My breathing quickened and my chest rose and fell and I lifted my ass off the blanket, desperate for release. His thumb brushed over my nipple in the same maddening rhythm, sending another jolt of pleasure through me.

“Oh my god,” I whimpered as I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him to me.

The world seemed to vanish as my orgasm finally released, crashing over me in a flood of heat and light. My cry echoed into the night, blending with tumbling waves as my body shuddered beneath him.

He continued fingering me, drawing out every last pulse of my pleasure with his lips and fingers, coaxing me through the aftershocks until I was completely undone. My thighs quivered around him, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath, my entire body humming with the lingering sparks of his touch.

When he finally pulled back, his lips glistened and his eyes glowed with satisfaction.

A small, breathless laugh escaped me. “You’re going to kill me,” I whispered.

He smirked, that cocky, self-assured grin that made my stomach flip, and crawled back up to me. His body hovered over mine, his heated gaze holding me captive before he lowered himself, pressing his skin against mine. The warmth of him and the solid weight of his body sent a fresh wave of need coursing through me.

He brushed a kiss against my lips, a teasing contrast to the raw intensity between us.

“I’m just getting started,” he murmured, his voice deep and rough, vibrating against my mouth.

His words sent a shiver through me as anticipation tightened every muscle in my body.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, desperate to feel him. My hands slid over his back, tracing the hard lines of muscle that flexed beneath my touch. His weight was perfect, grounding me, anchoring me to this moment.

He shifted to slide his hand down my hip, steadying me as he positioned himself. When he finally slid inside me, a gasp escaped my lips as he filled me completely. The sensation was overwhelming and incredible. And I dug my fingers into his shoulders and held on as my body adjusted to the exquisite fullness of him.

He stilled, his forehead pressing against mine, his breathing ragged and uneven. For a moment, neither of us moved. His hand came up to cup my face, his thumb brushing across my cheek as his dark eyes searched mine.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice rough with restraint.

I gave him a kiss that was fierce and full of promise. “I’ve never been better,” I whispered, my voice trembling with truth.

A small, relieved smile played at the corners of his lips, but it was quickly replaced by something deeper, something hungrier. He started to move, slowly at first, his body rocking against mine in a rhythm that matched the steady ebb and flow of the waves crashing on the shore.

Each thrust sent a fresh wave of pleasure rippling through me, building steadily, and I arched beneath him, my body instinctively meeting his, desperate for more, for all of him.

“Oh, Jaxson.” His name slipped from my lips in a whispered plea.

He groaned in response, the sound low and guttural, his hips pressing harder, deeper. His hand slid down my thigh, and he pulled me tighter against him, his movements growing more purposeful, more desperate. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my body, and I couldn’t stop the soft cries spilling from my lips.

“God, Tory,” he murmured. “You feel so good. So perfect.”

His words sent another wave of heat through me, and my entire body came alive with sensations. I held onto him as he buried his face in my neck, his breath hot against my skin. The world around us faded . . .the waves, the stars, the cool night air. There was only Jaxson and the way he made me feel, truly spectacular.

The rhythm between us built steadily, and each movement stacked another level onto my building orgasm. Never before had I felt such an overwhelming combination of pleasure, connection, and love. It was too much and yet also not enough, and I never wanted it to end.

“Jaxson,” I gasped, his name tumbling from my lips like a prayer. My nails raked down his back, leaving faint trails across his skin as the tension inside me coiled tighter and tighter.

Every thrust of his hips pushed me closer to the edge until I was trembling beneath him, completely at his mercy.

“Come for me, babe,” he murmured, his voice thick with need. His movements grew faster, more desperate, his body pressing into mine as though he couldn’t get close enough.

The command in his voice, the pace in his rhythm, it all was too much, and I shattered, my body arching off the blanket as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me.

My cry echoed into the night, and the stars above blurred as I came undone completely until every nerve in my body sizzled.

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