Jax leaned over to the bedside table, opened the top drawer, and took out a foil packet. He ripped it open with his teeth, which might have been the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I watched as he tugged down his boxers to the base of his cock before rolling on the condom. He oozed confidence, and it made me want him even more.
He then poured what I presumed was lube into his palm and covered his length in that as well, making me realise how thick he was when his large hand could barely close around his shaft.
My eyes widened. “You’re so big.”
“We’ll go slow, beautiful.”
I chewed my lip as he laid over me, keeping his weight on his elbows and wriggling to take off his underwear. Unable to keepmy hands off him, my fingers found his back, dancing over the contours of his muscles. “You have a beautiful body,” I told him.
He notched the head of his cock to my entrance. “Take some deep breaths. This will probably hurt for a few seconds, but if it doesn’t ease, tell me. Promise me. I can’t hurt you.”
I reached up, cupping his cheek and bringing his face to mine. “I don’t believe you could ever hurt me.”
Our lips met and the slow kiss melted my nerves, distracting me from him pushing inside a little. As he edged in further, the burn started, my eyes watering from how much he stretched me. “Jax,” I whimpered.
“Too much?”
“You’re a lot… I’m worried you won’t fit.” My words were breathy.
He eased out slightly, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
“I need you to relax. The more you worry, the tighter you’ll get.” He reached between us, rubbing my swollen nub.Clit, Helen. It’s your clit.“Tell me what you enjoyed about tonight.”
“Oh,” I gasped at his touch. “The shoes were pretty impressive.”
“Every fairy tale leading lady needs some fancy glass slippers.” He managed to slip in further and it seemed to hurt less this time. “What else?”
I groaned as he pulsed his hips, rocking slowly. “Everything. The massage, the outfit… I love how much you take care of me, how much you want me to feel good. Oh, Oh.”
There was a burn, but the feeling of him filling me erased the pain, quickly replacing it with pleasure. His fingers worked my clit harder.
“What else?”
“The venue, the dancing… That feels so good… just being with you.” My words sped up as the pleasure built.
The orgasm that surprised me wasn’t as intense as the others. Warmth spread through me, allowing Jax to bottom out.
His head fell to my shoulder, his body tense and his breath ragged. “You good?” he asked quietly.
His cock filled me, making it hard to focus on anything other than how my body fit around him. In the end, I did the only thing I could. I nodded.
“I need to move.” His voice sounded strangled. He pulsed his hips slowly, his cock hitting deep inside me.
I wrapped my arms around him, my hands digging into his arse, loving how he tensed as he moved in and out of me.
Jax lifted his head, our eyes locking together as our bodies moved. I was nervous; scared of not being enough for him, worried he would break me, but his gaze stole my fear and his body guided me just like he’d done on the dance floor and I was happy to follow his lead.
Every inch of me throbbed as his huge cock stimulated parts of me that had never been touched. I held on to him tighter, my mouth finding his ear. “You feel perfect.”
Jax paused, offering me a wide smile before turning serious again and grinding his hips against me, making my clit go into meltdown. His hips punched a little harder and faster, nudging me further and further toward an orgasm I didn’t think possible after all the times I’d already come.
“I’m so close, beautiful. I need you to come.” He wrapped his arm under me, tilting my hips as he sucked lightly on my neck.
I came loudly, begging for something I couldn’t even make sense of, and then Jax’s hips lost their steady movement, driving into me with a force that made my breasts bounce and my swollen clit ache. Jax tipped his head up to look at the ceiling, his eyes squeezing shut as he spilled his load into the condom with a loud moan.
For a few moments, the only sounds in the room were our breathless gasps as we both recovered. Jax was the first to speak. “You okay?”
“Well fucked,” I replied, feeling like it was the perfect summary of how I felt.