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I moaned quietly as his tightness enveloped every inch of my shaft.
He leaned over me, dropping a quick kiss to my lips. “Thought this exam was to be silent?”
“You already passed with flying colors,” I muttered.
“Time for extra credit then.”
Jaxson bent over me, kissing me, and I was swept away by the intensity of it. The tightness of his body gripping my cock, rocking just enough to provide sparks of pleasure, and the velvet of his tongue against mine, seemingly offering up promises without a single word. I clasped him against me, wanting to drown in him, just meld right into his body and never come up for air.
He broke the kiss, panting as he rose up to ride me properly. His eyes remained fixed on my face, hot and intense.
“This good, Professor?” he asked as he rolled his hips.
“So good.”
I opened my mouth to say more, but only a mindless hum emerged.
My thoughts shattered under the pleasure he wrung out in me along with the intimacy of his stare. No one had ever looked at me the way Jaxson did. No one had ever inspired so much feeling in me during sex—not the physical sensations, though those were incredible as Jaxson’s body held me so tightly inside him, but the emotional. My chest felt as if it were cracking open, as if my heart was exposed to Jaxson, ready for him to extract.
We moved together, both of us trying to keep our moans in check as Jaxson writhed on top of me, leaning forward, then back, taking me at different angles until his muscles began to tire. He dropped forward, kissing me again, this time without finesse. It was sloppy, more breathing into one another’s mouths than kissing, but I relished the connection.
I flipped him onto his back, and he went without protest, holding me close as I sank into him again. It might have been easier to remain upright, but I wanted no space between us. I tipped forward, letting our chests meet, and dug my toes in the mattress as I rocked into him. Jaxson’s cock rubbed between our bodies, which were now slick with sweat.
“Christian, fuck…”
“I know,” I said, my throat tight with emotion.
His eyes were as glassy as I knew mine must be. We’d started out playful, but somewhere the sex had evolved into lovemaking. The connection between us felt so strong, as if we were forging our future right in these moments, in the feeling arcing between us and the flares of pleasure we took in one another.
“Don’t want it to end,” he murmured.
“Don’t worry,” I said as I pushed even deeper, eager to bury myself in him as deeply as possible. “This is just the beginning.”
His muscles went tight, the chords in his neck standing out as he arched up beneath me, into my hardest thrust, and heat exploded against my abs. He raised a fist to his mouth, muffling his cry of release as he shook beneath me. His ass grasped me tighter, pulsing around my shaft, and dragging me over the edge with him.
How could I resist? Wherever Jaxson went, I wanted to follow.
I jolted with the power of my release, pushing into his body again and again, wishing that I could stay forever.
Jaxson wrapped me in his arms and held me tightly as if he felt exactly the same.
It was the most bone-rattling, exhilarating sex of my life—and also the most peaceful. Content as a cat who’d gotten the cream, I went through the process of cleaning up in a haze and fell into a contented sleep cuddled up against him.
22
JAXSON
“I don’t want to go!”
I groaned, exhausted from too little sleep and too much work.
One of those reasons was more pleasant than the other. Christian had stayed over every night since Monday. We’d spent all our free time together, including my day off Wednesday. We’d enjoyed our first taste of domestic bliss, sharing meals and doing chores around both our homes.
After Christian had gone out of his way to spoil me Saturday night, I returned the favor by helping him clean out his basement and fix his toilet. It wasn’t a complicated plumbing job, just a simple kit that you install in the tank. Still, Christian had gotten excited, calling mehandyand kissing me as if I’d just invented indoor plumbing. The fact he was so turned on by a little home repair was funny, but I wasn’t going to turn down the kisses.
Eventually, though, work had intruded. I’d taken Tori along on an evening food delivery shift Wednesday night to earn some extra cash, since things were extra-tight with holiday shopping on top of our normal expenses. Then I’d taken her to work with me at Friendly Hands the next morning, followed by a few more evening food deliveries.
Christian had been great, meeting up with us when we had time without complaining about the tight schedule. He’d even offered to babysit when he found out I couldn’t find childcare for Tori, but he’d already done so much—and I hadn’t had a chance to teach him how to manage Tori’s condition, beyond giving him a few links to reading materials—so I’d politely declined.
