Page 62 of Then Came Love
He pushed his fingers inside her, using his thumb on that sensitive spot. His other hand caressed her breast, and he rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb, showering her with scintillating sensations. She arched her back, rocking her hips as she rode his fingers. “That’s it, baby. Soon that’ll be my mouth between your legs.”
His husky voice and dirty talk sent thrills racing through her. He bit her earlobe as he squeezed her nipple, causing a desperate moan to escape.
“You want to come, sweet girl?” He pushed his fingers in deeper, the thick invasion bringing another wave of intensity as he expertly found that other secret spot, teasing her slow and steady.
“Yes.”Her head lolled back, her breaths coming in fast, greedy spurts. He gradually quickened his efforts, every increase bringing a new rush of pleasure, taking her right up to the edge of release.
“You’re so tight. I can’t wait to be buried so deep inside you, you’ll still feel me a week later.”
Every stroke of his fingers hit the spot that caused her toes to curl, and his thumb expertly worked her clit, until she was panting, hanging on to her sanity by a fast-fraying thread. “Jax,” she pleaded.
He slowed his efforts again, driving her out of her ever-loving mind. Her body throbbed, aching for release. His other hand left her breast and fisted in her hair. He ran his tongue along the rim of her ear. “Give me your mouth.”
Yesyesyes!She turned, and he took her in a rough, demanding kiss, taking and giving, then taking even more, devouring her until her senses spun. His fingers pushed deeper, stroking faster, his thumb applying unrelenting pressure to her most sensitive spot, creating an explosion of sensations. The world tilted on its axis, and she cried out into their kisses as her orgasm ravaged her. Jax kissed her harder, fucking her mouth with his tongue as he did with his fingers down below, and she freaking loved it. When she started to come down from the peak, he sent her right back up again to the edge of madness, and then the world spun away, and she felt freer and safer than ever before.
Jax stayed with her, loving her with his mouth and hands, until the very last pulse of her climax. She collapsed against his chest, and his strong arms circled her. He kissed her lips, cheek, and forehead and gazed deeply into her eyes, looking as drunk on her as she was on him.
He ran his hand down her back and squeezed her ass. “Sweetheart, you are fucking amazing.”
He made her feel bold and sexy, awakening something darker and dirtier inside her. “I want more,” she said shakily, greedily. “I want you.”
“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything, but I don’t have protection.”
She was so greedy for him, she hadn’t even thought about that. “I’m on birth control, but are you…? Have you…?” She didn’t know how to have this conversation.
“I always use protection. You’re safe with me.”
“Thank God, because I need you so bad right now.”
They both laughed.
“I need you, too.” He grabbed her by the hips, turning her toward him. “Straddle me, baby.”
He kept hold of her as she lowered herself onto his shaft, feeling every blessed inch of him until he was buried to the hilt. Her breath rushed from her lungs, and he gritted out, “Holy hell, baby. Don’t move.”
He wrapped one arm around her, holding her still as he rocked his hips up, taking her impossibly deeper, and dragged his tongue over her nipple. Titillating shocks skated over her skin. He sucked her nipple to the roof of his mouth, sending an erotic mix of pain and pleasure through her core. She grabbed his head, holding his mouth there. “Don’t stop.” He did it again, and her sex clenched tight and fast. “Ohmygod.” She was this close to coming again. She’d never felt so much or craved so deeply.
He lavished her other breast with the same attention, sending her body into a frenzy of want and need. When he grazed his teeth over her nipple and used his fingers between her legs, teasing her clit, a loud moan flew from her lips. She tried to rock her hips, but he held her still, tight against him, until she was trembling with desire, pleading and panting for more. Only then did he release her from his grip, gritting out, “Ride me hard, baby. Make me yours.”
He pulled her mouth to his, taking her in a deep, penetrating kiss as they began to move, quickly finding their rhythm. She rode him fast and frantic, every stroke of their hips causing a whirlwind of sensations. When he grabbed her hips, moving her faster, harder, he tore his mouth away. “Okay?”
“So good. Don’t stop.”
Not only did he continue thrusting powerfully and helping her move with one hand clutching her hip, but he moved his other hand between her legs again, sending her right up to the moon. She cried out, clinging to his shoulders, engulfed by pleasure. Bath water sloshed around them as their bodies bucked and rocked. This wasn’t sex as she knew it. There was something miraculous between them that breathed new life into her lungs, caused explosions of pleasure inside her.
And she couldn’t get enough.
Luckily, neither could he. He was all about her pleasure, and boy did he know how to bring it. He touched her like he knew her by heart, making her body sing in ways it never had before. She was right there with him, reveling in the feel of his muscles flexing, clawing at his shoulders, earning one gruff, sexy noise after another. His body felt familiar, as if they’d become one before, and at the same time, every touch and every kiss was as new as the first.
When she finally floated down from her high, her body quivering and shaking, his eyes held hers, dark and ravenous, as “Again” fell gruffly from his lips.
He wrapped her in his arms, holding her tight as he reclaimed her mouth, fierce and possessive, like he’d waited his whole life to kiss her and was never going to stop. His hips pistoned in time to her efforts, every stroke taking her higher. Their movements became rougher, his moans turned to growls, the sexy sounds making everything more intense. His hands curled around her shoulders, keeping their bodies tight, and with the next pump of his hips, they both cried out, enraptured by their passion as they catapulted into ecstasy. Fingers dug into flesh, moans and kissing sounds floated around them as their slick bodies moved in perfect harmony, until she collapsed against him in the tepid water. They kissed and clung to each other, their hearts slamming to the same frantic beat.
“Jesus, baby,” he said low and gravelly against her neck, pressing a kiss there. He rested his forehead on her shoulder. “That was…”
Words flew through her mind—incredible, magical, addicting—but the only words she could manage were “A lot?”
He laughed and kissed her lips. “Too much?”
“Are you kidding? I didn’t even know my body was capable of feeling so good. I’ve never been able to…you know…more than once, and once was often hard to achieve.”
“That’s the power of us, sweetheart.” He kissed her again, sweet and slow. “And it’ll be even better next time.”
It was hard to imagine anything could feel better than what they’d just done, but she couldn’t wait to put his claim to the test.
