Page 58 of Fierce-Jax

“No more talking,” he said. “Your rule. Unless it’s shouting out my name.”

She was going to bite her tongue before she talked again.

Her hands went to her jeans, undid them and pushed them down, then kicked them away, her socks going off with them.

She’d prepared herself for this.

Washed, shaved, lots of lotion, then found her sexiest silky bra and underwear. They weren’t a matching set, but they did complement each other.

The black bikinis and the gray and black bra.

The way his finger was tracing the edge of her breast told her he appreciated what was in front of him.

He picked her up and put her on the bed, his mouth going to hers. Not to give her a deep kiss but to place feather-type ones on the corner of her lips, down her chin, her neck, her collarbone, and to the skin his finger had been tracing earlier.

She arched up into him when his mouth covered her nipple through the silk.

The warm wetness left the material clinging to her.

The dampness between her legs followed.

She squirmed on the bed while he played with her breasts and nipples through her clothing.

“Are you going to take them off?” she asked.

Talk about frustrating.

“What happened to no talking?” he asked, but his hands did go behind her back to undo the clasps and toss her bra to the floor.

His long fingers cupped her flesh, plumping it up, his eyes landing on her puckered nipple, then sucking.

That’s it. She couldn’t watch anymore, her eyes finally shutting. She just had to feel.

And what she felt was immeasurable pleasure as he teased her, going back and forth, side to side, each nipple begging for more of his touch.

But down below...she needed it there too.

She didn’t know how much more grinding against his jeans she had to do for him to get the hint.

A more drastic measure had to be taken, so she lifted her legs and wrapped them around him.

Yeah, that got through to him.

He moved back after untangling himself. He didn’t remove his jeans though. But he dropped down to his knees after pulling her to the side of the bed.

Her panties came off fast, his mouth went right to her dewy lips and a gasp escaped before she could stop it.

She was positive she was going to come any second.

And when one finger went inside of her, that was all it took.

She was lifting and pushing against his mouth, the pulsing taking over every part of her like an out-of-body experience.

“Oh God,” she said. “Right there. That’s it.”

He kept it up until her hips landed back on the bed and she was fighting to suck in some air.

Her body felt cold when he moved back, even though he hadn’t been touching much of her.

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