aside. He didn't stand right away and she fought the urge to cover herself.
"You're so beautiful here." His warm breath washed over her core and she gripped his shoulders tighter. "So soft, and pretty and sweet."
When he lapped at her, long and slow, she let out a moan.
"That feels..." she trailed off as words failed her, but he didn't wait for her to continue. Instead, he settled in closer, gripping her hips in his hands before diving in again. His mouth was glorious, hot and clever. His agile tongue finding her clit and rubbing it with single-minded intent. Gently at first, a teasing flick, and then harder, a deep massage.
She was writing within thirty seconds, aching for him to finish it.
"Please, don't stop," she whimpered, hips fluttering helplessly, so close to the edge she could almost taste it.
His fingers tightened, anchoring her closer as he pulled her relentlessly toward a mind-blowing climax.
She felt the pressure building, higher and faster. He released one hip and forced her thighs apart before sliding two fingers deep inside her. The instant fullness combined with the drag of his skin against hers was the final straw. He thrust again and worked the nub of nerves with his tongue and she screamed. The orgasm was like a battering ram, destroying everything in its path as it crashed into her. She didn't know her name or where she was, but she knew him and his mouth and those fingers.
Jax.
"God, that's so fucking hot," he grunted, fingers still seated deep inside her as he pulled back to look up at her. "Now, get into the bathtub, because I'm not even close to done with you." He slid his hand from her and stood, taking her arm to steady her.
She didn't even realize she was still shaking like a leaf. She wet her lips and nodded dimly, trying to find her way back to reality. He seemed to realize she was still dazed and scooped her up without another word. When he set her on the cool tile floor, she realized he still had half his clothes on. That wouldn't do at all.
She undressed him much the same way he'd done to her. Peppering his skin with kisses, caressing his lean stomach, whispering words of praise. When he was as naked as she was, she stood back and admired her handiwork.
His cock was stiff, jutting out from between his muscular legs, and it was all she could do not to drop to her knees and take him into her mouth.
"Stop looking at me like that. It's killing me," he uttered through gritted teeth. "There will be time for that later."
He gestured toward the massive, now-filled bathtub and she climbed in, hissing as the hot water enveloped her. She'd seen the vision he'd sent her, so she knew exactly how he’d pictured it. Shimmying forward, she made room for him behind her.
He climbed in, and pulled her back against him until their bodies were flush. His erection pushed against her lower back and she squirmed, aching to get closer. In spite of the monumental orgasm, she was still ravenous for him and aching.
“This is how I wanted it,” he rasped, the puff of air from his lips tickling her ear. “So I could reach every part of you. See every inch of you. See my hands on your silky skin.”
He brought his arms around her and cupped both of her breasts on a sigh.
“So good.”
He tugged at her already spiked nipples, sending a shot of heat pulsing between her thighs, building the ache up faster than a wildfire. She whispered his name and let her head fall to the side. She couldn’t reach any part of him, so there was no point in fighting it. She’d let him take control.
For now.
He worked her body into a frenzy, all the while whispering words of encouragement. When he pressed her forward so he could stand, she moved to rise with him, but he pressed her back.
“I’ll only be a second.” His eyes were filled with promise as he gaze down at her and reached for the shower head.
Her already galloping heart went into overdrive as he reclaimed his place behind her. She settled back against
"You're so beautiful here." His warm breath washed over her core and she gripped his shoulders tighter. "So soft, and pretty and sweet."
When he lapped at her, long and slow, she let out a moan.
"That feels..." she trailed off as words failed her, but he didn't wait for her to continue. Instead, he settled in closer, gripping her hips in his hands before diving in again. His mouth was glorious, hot and clever. His agile tongue finding her clit and rubbing it with single-minded intent. Gently at first, a teasing flick, and then harder, a deep massage.
She was writing within thirty seconds, aching for him to finish it.
"Please, don't stop," she whimpered, hips fluttering helplessly, so close to the edge she could almost taste it.
His fingers tightened, anchoring her closer as he pulled her relentlessly toward a mind-blowing climax.
She felt the pressure building, higher and faster. He released one hip and forced her thighs apart before sliding two fingers deep inside her. The instant fullness combined with the drag of his skin against hers was the final straw. He thrust again and worked the nub of nerves with his tongue and she screamed. The orgasm was like a battering ram, destroying everything in its path as it crashed into her. She didn't know her name or where she was, but she knew him and his mouth and those fingers.
Jax.
"God, that's so fucking hot," he grunted, fingers still seated deep inside her as he pulled back to look up at her. "Now, get into the bathtub, because I'm not even close to done with you." He slid his hand from her and stood, taking her arm to steady her.
She didn't even realize she was still shaking like a leaf. She wet her lips and nodded dimly, trying to find her way back to reality. He seemed to realize she was still dazed and scooped her up without another word. When he set her on the cool tile floor, she realized he still had half his clothes on. That wouldn't do at all.
She undressed him much the same way he'd done to her. Peppering his skin with kisses, caressing his lean stomach, whispering words of praise. When he was as naked as she was, she stood back and admired her handiwork.
His cock was stiff, jutting out from between his muscular legs, and it was all she could do not to drop to her knees and take him into her mouth.
"Stop looking at me like that. It's killing me," he uttered through gritted teeth. "There will be time for that later."
He gestured toward the massive, now-filled bathtub and she climbed in, hissing as the hot water enveloped her. She'd seen the vision he'd sent her, so she knew exactly how he’d pictured it. Shimmying forward, she made room for him behind her.
He climbed in, and pulled her back against him until their bodies were flush. His erection pushed against her lower back and she squirmed, aching to get closer. In spite of the monumental orgasm, she was still ravenous for him and aching.
“This is how I wanted it,” he rasped, the puff of air from his lips tickling her ear. “So I could reach every part of you. See every inch of you. See my hands on your silky skin.”
He brought his arms around her and cupped both of her breasts on a sigh.
“So good.”
He tugged at her already spiked nipples, sending a shot of heat pulsing between her thighs, building the ache up faster than a wildfire. She whispered his name and let her head fall to the side. She couldn’t reach any part of him, so there was no point in fighting it. She’d let him take control.
For now.
He worked her body into a frenzy, all the while whispering words of encouragement. When he pressed her forward so he could stand, she moved to rise with him, but he pressed her back.
“I’ll only be a second.” His eyes were filled with promise as he gaze down at her and reached for the shower head.
Her already galloping heart went into overdrive as he reclaimed his place behind her. She settled back against
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