Page 87 of Fighting Temptation (Men of Honor 1)
I keep my mouth soft and slack, trying to not let him get to me, but oh god it’s difficult.
“Come on baby, kiss me, I know you want too.”
“Uh uh.”
He snickers and continues his teasing assault on my lips, swiping his tongue across my top lip, grabbing my bottom one between his teeth. And it’s the little sting that breaks me. Moaning I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss the ever-loving shit out of him.
A feral growl erupts from him; my lips tingling from the vibration of it. One hand dips into the water, grabbing my hip, then slides up my stomach to my breast. He circles my nipple with his finger, teasing, but never touching.
When I pull away to take in air, he moves to my throat. “Come in here with me,” I say breathlessly, gripping his bare shoulders.
“I’m not much of a bath guy Jules, but fuck do you make me wish I was.” He sinks both hands in the water now and spans my hips. “Sit up a bit higher baby,” he helps me move into a higher position, bringing my breasts out of the water, bubbles lightly surrounding them. “Goddamn woman, seeing you all hot and wet like this, surrounded by bubbles,” a rough sound erupts from the back of his throat, “makes me so fucking hard.”
Oh! His erotic words has me squeezing my legs together to try and relieve the ache that pulses between them. Leaning down he sucks a peaked nipple into his mouth, then he bites down. Hard.
“Ahhh!” I scream and dig my nails into his shoulder; my clit swelling from the almost too much pain. He licks and blows on my aching nipple, bringing it back to flare with pleasure. He moves on to the next one, giving it the same greedy attention it thrives for. My hips raise in the water, begging for the attention it desperately craves, but Jaxson ignores it.
I whimper, “Please Jaxson.”
“What do you want Julia?”
Is he serious?
“Touch me,” I say, letting out a frustrated moan.
“I am touching you.”
I moan again in frustration, “No, here,” I say, bringing his hand off my hip to the ache between my legs.
He groans, “My fucking pleasure.” He runs a finger through my slit, grazing the spot that most craves attention. My knees fall open to give him more access.
“Touch yourself Jules.”
My eyes snap from his hand that’s between my legs, to his intense lust-filled gaze.
“Wh, what?” I stammer with embarrassment.
He grabs one of my hands and places it on my breast, “Touch your tits. Show me how you like me to touch you.”
He senses my hesitation, “Don’t be embarrassed baby, it’s just me.”
I’ve only ever touched myself a few times and everytime I did I had always thought about Jaxson. He starts working his fingers through me again, circling my swollen clit.
I let my head fall back to the pillow and close my eyes, letting the sensation from his fingers take over my body. Music still fills the air and I let the soft sound wash over me, easing some of my hesitation. I start kneading my breast that Jaxson covered my hand with. My tight nipple scraping against my palm. Pretending it’s Jaxson’s hand on me I tug and roll the tight tip between my fingers. His hand skims right over my clit the same time I pinch my nipple. I moan and slide my other hand up my stomach to cup the other breast, freely giving into the pleasure I can bring myself. Gasping, I tug and tweak my nipples, reenacting what Jaxson does to them.
“That’s it baby, show me what you like… you’re so fucking sexy.”
Hearing the rough arousal in his voice spurs me on and I completely abandon myself to my touch. I feel him watching me, his hot gaze heating the air around us.
“Have you touched yourself before Jules?”
I moan from his erotic question. When I don’t answer he slams a finger inside of me. I gasp and arch into his finger, “Yes,” I say breathlessly, “and I always thought of you when I did. Always imagined it was your hands on me.”
“Jesus.”
I cry out as he slams a second finger inside of me. In the distance of the sensations crashing through my body I hear Jaxson undoing his belt. Shooting my eyes open I see him stroking himself. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen and the pulse between my legs becomes agonizing. I keep my gaze trained on his movement, not being able to take my eyes away from his beautiful hard cock. The swollen head is flushed purple and when pre-cum spills over the tip I lick my lips and whimper, wishing it was spilling in my mouth.
With his fingers still thrusting inside of me, Jaxson shoves the heel of his hand right against the spot that aches for contact. I whimper again and feel my orgasm start to build low in my tummy making my heart beat faster.
“Do you like watching me Julia?”
“Yes,” I moan and push against his hand.
“Since the day I’ve laid eyes on you, you’re all I thought about every time I stroked my cock. I’d imagine what you’d look like over top of me, underneath me, on your hands and knees in front of me,” he growls, “and you’re even fucking better than I could have ever imagined.”
The dam breaks free, his erotic words sending me over the edge, “That’s it baby, come all over my fingers.” The intense orgasm crashes through my body, stealing the breath from my lungs. Jaxson keeps his rhythm till I’m soft and limp. Slowly coming back from bliss I look over and see him still stroking himself. I rip his arm from between my legs and sit up quickly. Leaning over I give him a quick hard kiss, “Stop,” I whisper against his lips, removing his hand from himself, “I want to finish you with my mouth.”
“Fuck me!” He stands up in a flash and drops his jeans just enough to fully free his cock. Before he can even guide it to my mouth, I’m on him. Tonguing and sucking, taking him as deep as I can possibly go, my hand stroking where I can’t reach with my mouth.
