Page 59 of Jax

I dip my head, moving my cracked lips to his in a soft brush. I breathe him in, gathering up all the confidence he has in me and trying to spread it through my limbs. Every time a worry pops into my brain, I deepen the kiss despite the pain and thread my fingers through his hair, exploring the man he is now instead of the one I used to know.

Doing this—especially here—is like taking a bit of myself back.I’min charge.Iwant it. It’s not a job or a thing I do to secure my future. This is because the two of us are so damn right together that even the mountains between us couldn’t stop us from reuniting.

I pull away, lips moving over his as I speak. “Remember when you said that the next time we had sex it would be because I wanted it?”

He sighs, the tip of his tongue darting out to rest on his lips for a split second. “Mm-hmm.”

“I want it Jax. With you. Who you are now, and I hope you want me the way I am now. Flaws and everything.”

“All I see are growing pains.” He grabs my hips and carefully pulls me closer. I’m met with his straining cock inside his pants. “I don’t want to hurt you though.”

“Hurt me,” I tell him, meaning it. I don’t care what happens to me as long as I get to be with him right now.

He yanks me to him and stands, sweeping his arm across the coffee table until all three bags fall to the floor. He lays me down on the smooth surface, my shirt riding almost to the rounding of my breasts. With as battered as I am, nothing matters but Jax.

“He’s not going to dress you again,” he grunts, freeing the buttons on my shorts. “No one will. You can wear whatever the fuck you want.”

He shimmies the fabric off my legs and then moves his hands up the side of my body, taking my shirt with him as he exposes my hardened nipples. I reach my hands over my head, and he throws the shirt behind him, discarding it away forever. It’s oddly therapeutic, as if he’s helping me shed this old life and bringing me into a new one.

“Wrap those legs around me.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I hike my ankles up over his shoulder. I wish it looked sexy but in reality, I’m moving really slowly. He kisses a hot trail down my thigh until he gets to my center. The anticipation clouds everything else. My legs immediately fall open for him, ready and waiting. “Mine,” he purrs before licking me. My toes curl, and I struggle to my forearms to watch him until the movement is too much. I drop back down, staring at the ceiling as he pleasures me.

All thoughts are obliterated as I weave my fingers through his hair. “More, baby,” I demand.

He groans into me, and for the first time, our coming together doesn’t have any baggage from the past. He’s forgiven me. Before, it still felt like there was a barrier between us. Now, it’s just him and me, joint pleasure, and possibly even the promise of a future. I don’t know how but he asked me to trust him, so I’m trying.

“God, I missed this,” he moans. His hands work up my side where he plays his thumbs over my nipples in the way he knows I like. When we were younger, we explored so much of each other that we know what the other likes. It was the positive side of being each other’s first true romantic partner.

He flicks his tongue over my clit, and I grind into him. “Yes, Jax. Please.”

“You’re soaking,” he moans. “I’ll have to pay Cole a cleanup fee.”

I chuckle but am immediately thrown back into the throes of pleasure when he moves his hands under my ass and lifts me right into him so I can watch him work from this position. He locks gazes with me, and my pussy clenches on its own accord. “Don’t stop,” I rush out.

“Never again,” he promises, the words muffled as he barely comes up for air. “Come for me, sweet Sadie, so you can ride my cock.”

His words push me nearly there. All it takes is a few more flicks of his tongue for me to topple over the edge. I cry out, my core squeezing in delicious waves. I hold his head there until I come down, panting his name.

Afterward, he leans back, sitting upright on the couch and lowering his pants, boxers and all. I sit up and watch like it’s my birthday and I get to have this all to myself. He works his fist down his thick shaft as he waits for me. With one hand, he reaches behind him and pulls his shirt over his head, releasing his cock only temporarily.

Lazily, he works himself up and down until a bead of cum rests on the top. I lean forward, licking it off with a curl of my tongue before I return to the position I was before. “Tease,” he chokes out as his chest heaves.

I wrap my hand around his, holding him in place until I can get in a good position to slide down him inch by thrilling inch. “How about now?”

He grabs my ass, tightening his fingers into my flesh as I savor the feel of him. Now that there aren’t so many unspoken things between us, I can enjoy him.

“I think you got bigger,” I say on a sigh as I start to move, pushing past my resisting body.

He rests his hands on my hips as I rock into him, my hands finding purchase on his chest. He wraps his mouth around my nipple and sucks, eliciting a pleased sigh. I arch my back, giving him all the ample space he needs as I ride him. With each movement, my confidence grows. Feeling as free as ever, I even start to smile as I spur Jax to moan my name with that throaty voice of his.

Okay, this guy isn’t fooling me. He chose this position on purpose, and I fucking love him for it. He gave me the power. He gave me all the free reign to decide what I want, and it’s not going unnoticed.

At one point, I was scared I’d never enjoy sex again. After having been used so many times, it felt like a job. But it just takes that one person to make you crave it again. For how it’s supposed to be. Sure, it’s about pleasure, but it’s also about joint satisfaction and the love-lust between two people.

“Be mine again,” I say, my breath hitching as my movements ratchet up.

“With pleasure.” He reaches up my back, tracing his fingers down my spine until I arch into him again. “Move into my house with us.”

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