But deep down I know this strong-willed, hot as fuck woman has got me by the balls.
Her breasts are firm. So much more than a handful. I let my gaze travel over her, grinning inside as I watch goosebumps come alive on her skin. I reach out, tucking my fingers in her panties and tug her closer. The wet lace clings to her skin, muscles flexing when I grip her hips.
“I’m going to take these off. You good?” I ask, keeping my eyes locked on hers.
She nods, her throat working as she swallows hard, which makes me grin. After almost six months of torture, I’ve finally got her right where I want her.
Slowly, I drag the soaked lace down her legs, letting my knuckles graze the soft skin of her inner thighs. When theyreach her knees, she braces a hand on my shoulder and steps out, and I toss them aside.
“Damn, sweet cheeks. You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, drinking in the sight of her.
Completely naked and bathed in moonlight, water droplets slide over her curves. Her stomach flexes as I run my fingers across it, reveling in how soft her skin is, how firm the muscles are beneath.
She’s my goddamn fantasy come to life.
With her pussy directly in my line of sight, I slide my hands down her legs, back up over her hips, coming to rest at her waist and pull her closer. When I press a kiss to her stomach, just below her navel, her fingers grip the back of my neck and her breath picks up.
“Hold on tight.”
Snaking my arm around her waist to keep her steady, I lift one of her legs and drape it over my shoulder. Her eyes widen, fingers flexing to grip the back of my head when she realizes what I’m about to do. The position puts her glistening pussy right in front of my face, and I breathe in her scent, letting it wash over me.
“Jax,” she gasps, shifting her hands to my shoulders and her other knee between my legs for better balance.
Not giving her a chance to argue, I dive in. One long, slow lick from her core to her clit, and her whole body shudders, making me tighten my grip on her waist.
“Holy shit,” she moans, head falling back.
I smile against her flesh before sucking her clit between my lips. Her hips buck, begging for more, and I’m more than happy to oblige. Flicking my tongue against her swollen bud, I slide two fingers inside her cunt, making her legs shake.
“Oh god,” she pants, grinding against my face. “Don’t stop.”
Shit. As if. I’ve been dreaming about having her like this for months, and I plan to savor every fucking second of it.
I take my time. Every flick of my tongue, every curl of my fingers inside her, I commit to memory; the way her thighs tremble when I hit a certain spot just inside her entrance, how her breath hitches when I suck her clit just right.
The sweetness of her arousal coats my tongue, and I groan against her flesh, the vibration making her gasp.
“Jesus, Jax,” she moans, fingers flexing against the back of my neck.
But I’m not ready to let her come just yet.
When I feel her getting close again, her walls fluttering around my fingers, I slow my pace and ease back, keeping her right on the edge.
“What are you doing?” she whimpers when I pull my mouth away. “I said don’t stop.”
Looking up, her eyes are dark with need. “Patience, little miss bossy. We’ve got all night.”
Her frustrated groan makes me smile. I turn my attention back to her pussy, this time deliberately avoiding her clit, teasing around it with light, feathery licks that make her squirm.
“You’re killing me,” she pants as she shifts, trying to direct my mouth to go where she needs it most.
I chuckle against her, enjoying the power. “Good things come to good girls who wait.”
“Now is not the time for clichés, Jax,” Sasha growls. “Make me come.”
“No.”
When I feel her getting close again, I back off once more, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs instead. The sound she makes—half moan, half sob—shoots straight to my cock.