Feeling weak and selfish, he took exactly what he wanted.
Vanessa cried out the moment his mouth met her wet core. As he feasted, he watched her throw her head back, bowing her body, her pale breasts thrusting up to the sky like an offering to the sun.
Nothing else in the world compared, nor would it ever. Everything about her was unique, and this was no exception.
She felt like silk on his lips as he explored her moist folds, and when he fucked her with his tongue he thought he’d burn up from her heat and the way her body clamped around it.
“Oh, Jesus, Jax,” she said on a harsh exhale. “You’re killing me.”
Not yet, I’m not.
He moved up slightly and found her clit. He flicked over it with the tip of his tongue, then sucked hard, then repeated both steps until her hips began to rock instinctively, searching for that final thing that would make her see stars in the middle of the day.
And he was only too happy to get her there.
He eased three fingers into her opening, knowing she could take them, but staying aware of how tight she was in the beginning. Slowly but firmly he pressed forward, feeling the walls of her channel clamp down on the welcome invasion. Once she’d taken their entire length, he met the rhythm of her hips thrust for thrust and went back to work on her clit with his mouth.
She reached through her legs and fisted a handful of his hair like grasping the horn of a saddle as she galloped toward her climax. His dick throbbed, wanting the friction his fingers currently had the pleasure of feeling.
Her breaths became moaning pants, keening cries, and finally a scream that rent the air as her entire body curled into itself, her muscles contracting and then convulsing with the pulses of her release.
Before she had a chance to come down, Jax yanked his shorts off, gently laid her the rest of the way on the ground, and poised himself at her entrance. As her body kissed the sensitive head of his cock, he groaned and pushed in to the hilt. Again her back bowed, but this time her breasts pressed into his chest until she relaxed beneath him.
“Vanessa, baby,” he said, his voice no more than a rasp. “Open your eyes.”
Long auburn lashes fluttered open to reveal lust-hazed eyes the color of wet moss. Her hair had dried partially in the sun, giving it multiple hues from brilliant red to deep mahogany. She was beautiful and amazing and…
“You’re mine. Right here, right now. Only mine.”
She reached up and trailed the tips of her fingers over his brow, down his nose, across his cheekbones, his lips. Finally, she placed her palms on the sides of his face, looked up at him with her heart in her eyes and whispered, “Only yours.”
Two words. Three syllables. Nine letters.
Something so small shouldn’t have such a tremendous power over him. Shouldn’t be able to bring him to his metaphorical knees or make him want to climb mountains if she asked.
But it did. And it felt…right.
Jax took her mouth and then her body. He wanted as much of himself in her as possible. To mark her. Brand her. Claim her.
They moved as one, as though they’d made love thousands of times rather than only a handful. And this time they were connected more than just physically. Everything about being with her like this felt different, more intimate, more…just more.
Holding himself up on one forearm, he let his other hand roam. Over her breast, down her side, her hip. A quick squeeze of her ass, then down the outside of her thigh before hooking under her knee and pulling it forward to allow him in that little bit more.
Their kiss broke off as they both needed more air. Her hands found his back and her nails found his skin. When he dragged his teeth down the cord in her neck and bit, he felt a shudder ripple through her.
As he continued to pump into her, their hands and mouths and tongues and teeth explored every inch they could reach. Somewhere along the way he’d lost his mind, unable to gather a coherent thought to save his life. Their movements became more feverish, the coming together of their bodies more explosive. It was like a runaway train heading toward the unfinished bridge that would send them careening into space before they knew what had happened.
But Jax didn’t want that. He wanted to be aware of every passing second, to hear every hitch of her breath and see every emotion on her face.
He deliberately slowed his rhythm and lifted his head to peer down at her.
“No,” she whined. “Faster. So close!”
“I know, baby. I’ll get you there.” She opened her mouth to argue or maybe even beg, but he cut her off. “Vanessa, trust me. Let me make love to you.”
She drew the center of her lip between her teeth for a moment then nodded her head.
Though the pace had lessened, the intensity had not. He thrust hard and still hit deep. Her heat and the way her body gripped his cock on every withdrawal killed him over and over again. It was the sweetest death he hoped to never survive.