Page 10 of Jaxon's Pursuit
His lips find mine again and this time they’re demanding. His kiss takes me apart and his hands slip down my curves, sliding over the puckered scars. His tongue dances with mine and the tension builds until I feel as taut as a bow string.
His lips slide down my neck, reaching my breasts where he takes one in each hand and caresses them like they’re the finest jewels. His head drops and he draws one diamond hard nipple into his warm, wet mouth. I moan and reach a hand up and thread it through his dark hair pulling at the silky strands while he moans into my skin. I shudder and groan. “Jaxon, don’t you feel like you’re a little over-dressed?” He hasn’t even removed his shirt. He smirks but stands at the side of the bed and reaches back to pull his shirt off. My core clenches when I see his well-defined chest and eight-pack abs leading down to the v that makes all women weak. And the trail of light hair that disappears into his tight jeans. The happy trail. Damn! That definitely makes me happy but I want to see more. As if he knows what I’m thinking, he unzips his jeans and pulls them slowly down his slim hips and muscular thighs until all he’s left in is his tight boxer briefs. Briefs that outline his cock and it’s huge!
“Ummm. You look pretty big, Jaxon. Maybe you won’t fit,” I stutter nervously. His big hand reaches to my cheek.
“Trust me, it will fit but if you’ve changed your mind…?” His wondrous eyes stare into mine, looking for any fear.
I shake my head and my hair flies. “Nope! I want you, Jax. Lose the boxers.” My voice is strong even though my body feels weak.
He slides them down his legs and my eyes widen and fly to his face. “You’re so big,Jax!”
He grins sheepishly, flushing. “It’s all for you, baby.”
I tighten my resolve and smile seductively. “Then what are you waiting for. Make love to me, Jax.”
He crawls back over top of me and my hands slide over his warm, hard body. He sucks in a breath and groans, stomach pulling in tight at my touch. He’s so smooth and strong it takes my breath away. My hands trail over his defined pecs and rippling abs.
“Shit, you’re the perfect woman, Ruby. Perfect for me. It’s like you were made for my hands.” His hands grasp, tug and pull at my rosy-red nipples but he doesn’t knead my scars. Instead his lips glide across the angry puckering skin and he kisses them softly. “So beautiful,” he whispers.
Tears gather in my eyes and it takes everything in me not to break down. This, strong, handsome, sexy as hell man, looks at me like I’m a goddess. Not even a flawed goddess. A perfect rendition of beauty. His eyes glow as they adore me, his lips glide over my imperfections as if they’re the most seductive, sexy body parts he’s ever seen. It’s life-affirming and heart-breaking at the same time. It’s too much and not enough. It’s more than I think I’m worth but it’s not something that I’m ever willing to walk away from.
His large palm cups my mound and his thick fingers strum my pussy and clit like he’s a maestro. His thumb flicks my clit and then circles it, drawing a breathy moan. My legs are shaking and my body feels like I’m being buffeted by stormy seas. Out of control and full of energy, of desire. Of a love that I swore I’d never even look for, let alone find.
“Jaxon, please,” I beg him, loving the smirk he gives me.
“Please what?” he mutters. His eyes are focused on me, a predator waiting to devour its prey.
“Fuck me, Jaxon. Make me yours.”
“Absolutely,” he growls and lines his cock up with my hungry pussy. He slides in slowly, one inch at a time, eyes focused on my face, alert to every sigh, moan and shudder.
“Shit, Jaxon. I can’t believe how good you feel.” I can feel his thick rod stretching my walls, pushing deeper carefully.
“That’s not the end of this, baby. This is just the beginning. I intend to fall asleep curled around you every night and bury my dick in your tight little pussy every day.”
Shivers of ever-expanding, tightening desire are racing through my body and I can feela flush of heat staining my cheeks as I scrape and scratch at his broad rippling back muscles with my fingernails.
He pushes in deeper until his hips are rocking into mine. Grunts and moans fill the room as he thrusts harder and faster. His finger finds my clit and taps and circles my little bundle of nerves while his thrusts rock me higher into the bed until his hand slides behind my head to keep my head from hitting the headboard.
The heat in my core feels like an inferno. His cock finds all the places that are fueling the ripples of desire raging through me. Those ripples become stronger and then he thrusts so hard that I see stars and scream as the inferno consumes me and I become a shivering, whimpering mass of raw nerve endings and a pleasure that rushes over me like a tidal wave.
My legs wraps around him tighter and I can feel my pussy tighten as the ripples roll over me. A burst of epic need so strong that I can’t even put it into words warms my heart.
“Dammit, Jaxon. Why do you have to be so good at that?” I don’t know why I’m complaining but I feel weightless and satiated. But greedy for more. “Harder, Jax. Harder,” I grunt.
“Fuck, I’m so happy that I waited for you, baby. Nobody could feel like you do. You’re fucking perfect!” he grits out between clenched teeth and my heart contracts in my chest. Is he saying what I think he’s saying?
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Jaxon:
What the fuck did I just say? Well, she would find out eventually but maybe not right in the middle of our first time.
Her palm cups my cheek and her eyes are firm on mine. “Jaxon, are you…?”
I don’t let her finish I just nod. Her smile grows until she’s smiling so wide, it almost hurts to look at her. She’s glowing and flushed and her eyes. Fuck, her eyes are the most emerald I’ve ever seen them. Dark and flashing with desire.
“I love you,” she says and my heart stutters as I pause. I lean down to kiss her, moving my lips gently on hers, trying to put all my emotions into that kiss. Lust, hunger, love, acceptance and so much more. She returns it, her lips sliding, her tongue seeking mine, sliding along mine and wrapping around. It’s a dance. A dance of desire and passion that I never want to end.