He growled his approval when he touched perfectly smooth skin. “I knew you’d be a Brazilian-style girl.” Turning his head an inch, he lightly bit the shell of her ear as his fingers stroked between her slick folds. “Goddamn, you’re so wet, baby.” Whenever he neared her opening, she lifted her hips, trying to force his entry, but he refused her that pleasure for the moment.
“Tomorrow, my lips, my tongue, and my teeth are going to spend an eternity worshipping this beautiful *. But tonight…” Jax finally eased a finger deep inside, then dragged it out slowly before repeating the process. Her cry of ecstasy reverberated in his ears like a starting bell, and he had to hold himself back from taking her too fast. “Tonight I’m going to give you what you need.” What we both need.
He added a second finger, slowly working her open enough to take him. The last thing he wanted was to cause her any sort of discomfort. All his blood may have drained from his brain to his dick, but he wasn’t so far gone that his main concern was his pleasure over hers. She felt so damn tight he wondered how he’d ever fit. But he would. He’d make sure of it. Because at this point, the idea of not burying himself in her was unthinkable.
“What is it I need?” Her breathy question belied the restraint she tried to exude.
“Sex,” he growled. He increased the pace and used the heel of his hand to put pressure on her clit. “Rough, primal, fuck-me-baby sex.”
“Yes! Oh, God, Jackson, I need that. Now, do it now.” The words tumbled from her lips, her dam of reserve well and truly broken by the force of his plain speech.
“Easy,” he whispered. “I have to make sure you’re ready for me. Then I promise, nothing will prevent me from burying my cock so deeply, you’ll feel me there for days.”
She begged with a whimper and a thrust of her hips. He answered, “Almost,” and inserted a third finger into her soaked *. A fine sheen of sweat coated their bodies, the damp curls framing her face plastered themselves to her cheeks and his. Everything in him screamed to take her, to mark her, to make her his. And he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Removing his fingers, Jax palmed the back of her knee and hoisted her farther up his body until the head of his cock slid into place.
Her hands braceleted his wrists, her nails digging into his skin as though bracing herself. “Now?” she asked.
“Now.”
In one smooth motion, he buried himself balls deep in her hot channel. When he hit the very back wall, a jolt of concentrated pleasure shot through his body unlike anything he’d ever felt. Vanessa cried out, her back bowing so hard only her shoulders and ass still rested on him. He bent his top leg to hold hers up and keep her open so he could use both arms to hold her, both hands to touch her.
Slowly he withdrew, her swollen sex trying to suck him back in. When less than an inch remained, he held her tightly and plunged back in, her name a beautiful prayer on his lips.
“Faster,” she bit out. “Jackson, go faster. You’re killing me.”
“Believe me, it’s killing me, too.”
She turned her head and fused her sugar lips to his. He bypassed the foreplay kisses and went straight to fucking her mouth with his tongue as he continued the slow, controlled strokes with his hips.
Time stood still as he reveled in her taste, her smell, her absolute abandon. After what could have been hours later, rather than minutes, they broke apart to catch their breath. Again she told him to go faster, harder.
“Baby, I want you so badly,” he said as he fondled her heavy breasts, “I’m afraid if I go any faster I’ll blow like it’s my first time.”
“I’m so close I’ll probably go with you. Please, Jax!”
“Ah, fuck. Hearing you beg is going to be damn addicting.” Banding his arms around her body, he said, “Hold on.” And with that he flipped the switch from slow-and-steady to fast-and-faster.
In and out, he pistoned his hips, filling her completely on every stroke. Sweat dripped from his brow over his temples. The slapping sounds of flesh against flesh filled the room. He could feel the juices from her * coating his balls as they drew up tighter to his body. White-hot heat pooled at the base of his spine, growing more and more with every passing second.
Vanessa wasn’t much of a talker during sex, but she made plenty of noise. A chorus of moans, heavy breathing, mewls, and whimpers became his new favorite playlist.
Taking things up a notch, Jax moved his hands. One captured a breast and tweaked the hard bud of her nipple, the other snaked down to run circles over her clit. Now they raced headlong toward the finish line. Gritting his teeth until his jaw felt ready to snap, he made sure he didn’t cross it first.
“Omigod, yes,” she cried on a gasp. “I’m gonna come, Jax. So. Close!”
He loved that she used his name. That he knew she wasn’t imagining anyone else. “Do it, Vanessa. I’m right there with you.”