His head lifts, his eyes darker, full of hunger when he asks, “Did you buy these for me?”
“Yes.”
“Then they’re mine?” He cocks his head, a mischievous yet ravenous look in his eye. “I can do what I want with them?”
Since I have no idea what he’s talking about, and I’m having a hard time finding my words, I simply nod. A tiny smirk begins at the corner of his mouth as he focuses in on my panties again, slowly running his finger over the lace, before bunching the slip of material in his hand.
I watch him carefully, mesmerized by his intense concentration. A second later, a tearing sound reaches my ears, and I gasp when I realize he’s ripped them from my hips.
“Jax.”
He taps my outer thigh. “Lift.”
I put my hands on the counter, and lift, and he slides the panties out from beneath me, leaving me bare, exposed as he tucks the lace into his back pocket, like it’s some kind of souvenir, and damn if that doesn’t make me feel wanted…sexy.
“Mine,” he says before he slides his hands under my legs, tilting me backward to better position my body for the taking. His mouth closes over my aching pussy, and I briefly wonder what he meant by mine. Was he talking about my panties, or…me?
But those thoughts melt when his tongue finds my clit for a sweet, leisurely exploration that has me leaning back and balancing on my hands as I tilt my head, wanting to watch everything, just like he said I would.
My breathing changes, becomes faster as he applies such delicate pressure to my clit, his tongue swirling and finding my hot entrance. He slides his tongue inside me, tasting me deeply before replacing his tongue with a finger.
He inches it in slowly as his tongue reclaims my clit and my entire body burns from head to toe. I claw the counter, practically score the marble as he lifts my legs, putting them around his neck as he delves in deeper. My muscles clench around his thick finger as he pushes it deep, stopping to caress the bundle of nerves inside no man has ever before found.
“Jaxon,” I cry out and he angles his head. Our eyes lock for a brief second as he checks in with me, and I simply watch, my words lost as he reads me, and goes back to pleasuring my body in ways that are going to make me forget my name and always remember his.
He moves his finger in a steady rhythm as he suckles my clit, and a keening cry catches in my throat. My legs tighten around his shoulders, my hips coming off the cool counter as my body takes over. He groans, clearly loving what he’s doing to me and that comes with its own measure of excitement. My throat dries as I gulp air, and when he slides a second finger in, a deliciously snug fit, my muscles ripple, tightening in preparation. Pleasure gathers, builds in my core and I focus on it as it gains hurricane strength. He presses his mouth harder against my clit and a storm erupts inside me.
“Jax,” I cry out, quivering as a powerful, mind-numbing orgasm sweeps through me, making me forget everything but the man between my legs and the pleasure he’s bringing. This…this is what I’ve been missing out on. I’m so goddamn mad about that.
He stays buried between my legs, licking and moaning, and lapping up every last drip of my climax. My body continues to quiver, riding out every hard clench of pure pleasure.
“Baby, you are so fucking sweet,” he murmurs from between my legs and when he lifts his head, his mouth glistening under the light, it nearly brings on another orgasm. How could I be ready for more, so fast. He adjusts me on the counter, pushing me back so I don’t fall off it before he straightens to his full height.
He leans in, presses his mouth to mine and kisses me deeply. I taste myself on his mouth as I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him to me. His hands move to my hips and he lifts me again. I’m about to wrap my legs around his waist when he speaks.
“Stand.” I let my legs slide down his body and as I push against him, his erection indents my stomach. He threads his fingers through my hair, pushing it back. “You like that, baby?” he asks. “You like my mouth between your legs?”
I nod, barely able to believe the sexy way he’s talking to me. I quickly remind myself this is Jaxon, just not the Jaxon I’ve ever known. “Yes. I had no idea how good that could be,” I admit honestly
He touches my face, brushes his thumb over my flushed cheeks. “You enjoy learning what your body likes?”
“Uh, huh.”
“You like coming for me?” God, his voice is so soft, but beneath the tenderness there’s need and hunger.
“Yes, but there’s a problem.”
He blinks, his brow knitting together as he inches back, his gaze searching my face for answers. “Problem?” he asks.
“You see, there’s other things I like. Things I didn’t know I liked, until you.”
I blink up at him, innocent, inexperienced and the second he understands what I’m hinting at, he changes. His body goes hard, rigid, as he steps back, giving me space. Despite the distance, the air between us is still hot. Our eyes stay locked, mine conveying exactly what I need.
He tears his shirt off, and drops it to the floor. “On your knees. Now.”
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