“Eyes on me.”
Right. I look back at him. “You like me watching you, huh?”
“Yes, but I like watching you, Row. I love feeling the want in your body but I love seeing the pleasure on your face, in your eyes.”
My God, who is this man?
I take in the intensity, the concentration on his face as he inches back out. I open my mouth ready to cry, beg for more, but he slides in, deeper this time. My protest turns into a deep, guttural moan as he hits my cervix.
“Like that, babe?” he asks and before I can answer, he takes my nipple into his mouth. Without thought I arch my back and he places his hand on my hips, holding me down. Why does being restrained like this come with so much pleasure?
His palms splay, his big hands warm, imprinting on my flesh and I grab the bedding behind my head and curl my fingers around it. But then, his hands slide up, and his big fingers link with mine. It’s not an intimate connection, not really, but the comfort, the connection it provides, feels poignant and profound, more than him being inside me.
He moves his body, sliding in and out, and I forget all about my inadequacies, that my body wasn’t meant for orgasmic sex as I let go and fully relax beneath him. He must sense it because his eyes meet mine and his smile is warm, full of pride…in me.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, pulling out only to slide back in. With each thrust he grinds his pelvis against my clit, and I soar higher and higher. “You are so wet, and feel so good, my cock is right there.”
Knowing that I do that to him, hearing him voice it, does things to me, fills me with a new kind of confidence, and I moan, “I want your cum in me, Jaxon. I want to feel it.”
“Oh, there’s no question about it. I’m going to fill you with my cum, but you’re going to come all over my cock first.”
Heat blossoms in me, partly because of his sexy, confident words and partly because he now has one hand between my legs, toying and pleasuring my clit like it’s his job as he continues to pump.
My breath stalls, as my focus begins to shut down to everything except the pleasure coursing through me, centring between my legs. His moans are guttural, animalistic and I love how he’s not holding back, not carefully choreographing the moment. We’re simply two people, taking and giving, everything about this is open and honest.
That thought hits me square in the chest and my heart thumps just a little bit faster. I tighten around his cock and a crazy thought hits. Have I never orgasmed with a man before because the emotional connection wasn’t there? I don’t know and I have no more time to think about it. Not when his finger is swirling around my clit, with the perfect amount of pressure, and his cock is slipping in and out of me like it’s known my body for a long time.
“Jaxon…God, Jaxon…”
“I know,” he grunts out. “I can feel you.” He keeps up the intense rhythm as I burst around him. “Baby, you’re soaking my cock, and I fucking love it.”
“God,” is all I can manage as I keep my eyes on his face as I ride the waves and pulses. “I want…” I swallow, my throat dry. I try again as he pushes my hair from my face, his gaze locked on me, and the way he gives me all his focus, his full concentration, is enough to mess with my brain. “I want you to soak me.”
His eyes briefly close like I just handed him the Stanley Cup, and a second later he’s pushing deep, in and out, each pump for him now as he chases his orgasm. I move my hands, wrap them around his back and hold him to me, wanting to give him the same connection as he gave me, because maybe…just maybe it does make sex better.
Which takes me to my next thought. I’m not looking for anything that resembles a relationship. I have an intense, consuming career that takes up most of my time, so will sex that isn’t with Jaxon be worthwhile?
Wait…does this all mean I do have deeper feelings for Jaxon?
“Babe,” he moans and collapses on top of me, pinning me with his weight as he fills me, and there’s something so secure and comforting being under him like this.
We both need a moment to catch our breath. I do it by panting, he does it by pressing soft kisses to my face. “That was incredible.” He gives me a genuine smile. “Told you there was nothing wrong with you.”
I nod, but he could be wrong…because what could be wrong is that maybe, just maybe, I’ve always had a thing for him.
17
Jaxon
I’m singing… in the shower.
I’m actually singing in the damn shower.
I never sing in the shower.
That thought brings on a laugh, a new kind of lightness inside me.
“Something funny in there?” Rowyn calls out. “Or is a woman not allowed to ask that to a guy alone in the shower… doing God knows what?”