Page 98 of Burn of Obsidian
He could probably make her orgasm with his voice alone.
Before she lost her nerve, she pulled him back down to meet her lips, finding the roughness of his scar. She found she loved the texture, destroying every kiss before him, and would likely ruin every one after.
His hands were tight against her skin, stroking and shaping every curve until they settled on her butt and lifted. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his cock slide between.
Fuck. He really was big. And the idea he was about to be inside her made her core clench in anticipation.
“You going to be a good girl and take all of me?”
Thea shivered at his words, her back pressing against cool tiles seconds later. Water followed, the above shower a waterfall that surrounded them in warmth. If he didn’t fuck her soon, she was going to lose it. He’d teased her for far too long, driving her crazy with his stoic expression yet intense glances.
“Jax,” she begged, attempting to rub her pussy against the head of his thick cock. Except he held her still, poised above him with the patience of a saint. A strangely feminine part of her fucking loved that kind of strength, because if the roles were reversed she would have totally ridden him like a mad woman. “Don’t make me – ”
His cock began spreading her open, stretching her pussy with a delicious burn that had her groaning. It was agonisingly slow, and if it wasn’t for the water flowing over them, she’d have broken out in a sweat. Thea had never felt herself stretch to the absolute limit, and looking down, she realised he was only halfway in.
“You can do it,” he praised, hands clenching hard enough to bruise. “Look at how well you’re taking me.” His hips thrust a little, sinking another inch.
Thea moaned, enjoying the deep ache as another thrust drove him further into her body. His lips found her nipple, the tug of his teeth over the sensitive flesh forcing another cry.
Her clit thrummed like a pulse, so sensitive from the water dripping down both their bodies, settling at where they joined.
“Ready?” he asked, one hand reaching up to collar her throat and pinning her to the wall, while the other kept her hips perfectly positioned.
Thea swallowed; a wet Jax with the expression of a sex god was a picture she wanted to capture forever. “Fuck yes.”
He smiled, his fingers tightening on her throat a little more before his lips crashed against hers. Wild magic hummed beneath her skin, growing with every flick of his tongue. His hips rocked, her pussy squeezing every movement, and in one harsh thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her.
Her mind blanked, the ability to make a comprehensive thought no longer available. There was nothing but the sensation of being stretched, full.
Jax held himself rigid, his breathing as harsh as hers as he waited for her to accommodate his size. It was only when she tried to wiggle did he finally begin to move, pulling out a little before thrusting back inside. Each time she had to re-adjust, Jax perfectly balancing the edge between pain and pleasure. His fingers constricted her throat, allowing only the smallest garbled sounds out as he fucked her against the shower wall.
But it wasn’t enough. She wanted more, needed it.
Hands fisting into his hair, she yanked him closer, biting across his lips to the sound of his growl.
“Don’t hold back. I can take it.”
He smirked, his next kiss all consuming.
As soon as her feet touched the floor, she was turned, his cock bottoming out in a single, powerful thrust. This time there was nothing to stop her scream, the sound echoing around them as he fucked as if he was worshiping every inch of her body. His hands stroked, shaping while his cock reached even deeper from this angle. His lips brushed against her shoulders, far too gentle compared to what he was doing to her pussy. Grabbing both her hands into one of his, he pulled her back to arch, somehow forcing his cock impossibly further.
“Fuck,” he growled, pulling all the way out, only to thrust hard enough it knocked the air from her lungs. “Your cunt’s mine, little thief.”
She should disagree, but she couldn’t. Not when he was making her feel so good. The water, the heat, the cacophony of moans and explicit slaps of his flesh against hers. He fucked her like a god, and when his finger finally brushed against her clit, she shattered into a million pieces. There was no build-up, no warning. It was as if he controlled her body, drawing out her pleasure until the orgasm tore through her like a tsunami. Her legs weakened, shaking. If it wasn’t for her wrists pinned behind her, his hand holding her weight, she’d have collapsed. He fucked her in a frenzy, hips knocking roughly against her butt until he came with a groan, his cock swelling inside her.
Thea shook, her heartbeat clearly trying to break free. The water cooled, and she winced when he finally pulled free of her body. The sense of emptiness was immediate, the ache pulsating even as Jax’s fingers brushed against her.
“Jax,” she moaned, arching back against his chest when he released her wrists.
He replied by circling her clit, his head dipping to kiss the side of her neck. “I didn’t say we were finished.” He brought her to one more orgasm, her muscles slack and bones loose when he finally began to reach for the soap. He washed her body, taking his time before moving onto her hair.
Thea laughed, and she swore she felt him smile against her skin. “You’re better in the shower than Thunder.”
He froze for the briefest second before turning her to face him. “You’ve showered with Thunder?”
“Well.” She shrugged, teasing him with a smile. “He invited himself.”
Jax’s face was empty but for his eyes, which expressed more than he believed. “I was supposed to meet Riley ten minutes ago.”