then gentle, pulling back, speeding up, driving her crazy.
His hands started on her face, cradling her chin gently as he kissed her, then moving down her body as the kiss intensified. He stroked her shoulders, then grabbed her hips, holding her tight against him.
He played with the bottom of her skirt, pulling it up to stroke her bare thighs, then pushing it down again as he moved back up her body, his hands lingering over the sides of her breasts. It was the most exquisite torture she’d ever known. “Jaxon,” she breathed.
“Jaxon, please…”
“Please, what, Princess?”
She could tell he was enjoying this, enjoying teasing her, enjoying driving her out of her mind.
And then, just like that, he decided to stop teasing.
He grabbed both of her hands, pushed them over her head and back against the wall. Sliding his fingertips back down her body, he gripped the bottom of her tank top and pulled it over her head, discarding it on the floor.
The air hit Anna’s bare skin, and she shivered. Jaxon pulled her close, his body warming hers. She ran her hands over his chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles, the strength of his shoulders. He pulled his own shirt off, and it joined hers on the floor.
She took him in, wondering how she could be with a man this beautiful. His body was lean and hard, the kind of body that could have been in a Calvin Klein ad. She felt small and vulnerable when he pulled her close and kissed her again.
“Oh, Anna,” Jaxon said, moving back and taking her in.
She swallowed hard, then moved her arms up to cover herself. But he took her arms and put them down at her sides. For one long, delicious moment, he looked at her, naked from the waist up.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said. There was awe in his voice, and Anna didn’t have a chance to figure out if she believed him before his mouth was back on hers.
His kisses had gone to another level now, as if seeing her body had kicked his desire into another level of intensity.
His hands snaked around her waist, pushing her body against his, crushing her breasts against his chest. Then he let her go, his fingers finding her nipples. He teased the tightened nubs until Anna felt like she might lose her mind.
He pulled her skirt up, forcefully, and Anna gasped. His fingers wasted no time moving the thin slip of material between her legs over to the side, and he brushed against her clit, his fingers moving to the rhythm of their kiss.
“Oh, God,” Anna moaned. “Jaxon, please, don’t stop.”
Bliss pulsed through her body as he continued to rub her, moving faster and faster until Anna knew she was going to orgasm. “Please,” she gasped again. But something in her tone must have let him know she was close, because just like that, he took his hand away.
She bit back the protest that was on her lips, knowing if she begged, he would just prolong the torture even more.
He took her hand and led her into the downstairs guestroom, then pushed her down on the bed roughly. Her legs hung off the side, and he kneeled down and looked up at her.
“I’ll bet you taste delicious,” he said huskily.
Anna bit her lip, not trusting herself to speak. His hands grabbed her panties and slid them down her legs. He parted her thighs, and then his mouth was on her, his tongue tracing slow circles around her clit.
Anna moaned and arched her back, giving herself to him.
He took her right to the brink, and then he was pulling back, standing up. He slid her skirt down, tugging it over her hips, over her knees, then tossing it away, leaving her completely naked on the bed.
He unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to the floor, and his boxers came next.
A line of hair trailed from his belly button down to his hard cock.
Jaxon’s body lay down on top of hers, cocooning her, making Anna feel safe and wanted. He kissed her lips softly, then moved a strand of hair off her forehead. She wanted him inside of her so bad she ached. It
His hands started on her face, cradling her chin gently as he kissed her, then moving down her body as the kiss intensified. He stroked her shoulders, then grabbed her hips, holding her tight against him.
He played with the bottom of her skirt, pulling it up to stroke her bare thighs, then pushing it down again as he moved back up her body, his hands lingering over the sides of her breasts. It was the most exquisite torture she’d ever known. “Jaxon,” she breathed.
“Jaxon, please…”
“Please, what, Princess?”
She could tell he was enjoying this, enjoying teasing her, enjoying driving her out of her mind.
And then, just like that, he decided to stop teasing.
He grabbed both of her hands, pushed them over her head and back against the wall. Sliding his fingertips back down her body, he gripped the bottom of her tank top and pulled it over her head, discarding it on the floor.
The air hit Anna’s bare skin, and she shivered. Jaxon pulled her close, his body warming hers. She ran her hands over his chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles, the strength of his shoulders. He pulled his own shirt off, and it joined hers on the floor.
She took him in, wondering how she could be with a man this beautiful. His body was lean and hard, the kind of body that could have been in a Calvin Klein ad. She felt small and vulnerable when he pulled her close and kissed her again.
“Oh, Anna,” Jaxon said, moving back and taking her in.
She swallowed hard, then moved her arms up to cover herself. But he took her arms and put them down at her sides. For one long, delicious moment, he looked at her, naked from the waist up.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said. There was awe in his voice, and Anna didn’t have a chance to figure out if she believed him before his mouth was back on hers.
His kisses had gone to another level now, as if seeing her body had kicked his desire into another level of intensity.
His hands snaked around her waist, pushing her body against his, crushing her breasts against his chest. Then he let her go, his fingers finding her nipples. He teased the tightened nubs until Anna felt like she might lose her mind.
He pulled her skirt up, forcefully, and Anna gasped. His fingers wasted no time moving the thin slip of material between her legs over to the side, and he brushed against her clit, his fingers moving to the rhythm of their kiss.
“Oh, God,” Anna moaned. “Jaxon, please, don’t stop.”
Bliss pulsed through her body as he continued to rub her, moving faster and faster until Anna knew she was going to orgasm. “Please,” she gasped again. But something in her tone must have let him know she was close, because just like that, he took his hand away.
She bit back the protest that was on her lips, knowing if she begged, he would just prolong the torture even more.
He took her hand and led her into the downstairs guestroom, then pushed her down on the bed roughly. Her legs hung off the side, and he kneeled down and looked up at her.
“I’ll bet you taste delicious,” he said huskily.
Anna bit her lip, not trusting herself to speak. His hands grabbed her panties and slid them down her legs. He parted her thighs, and then his mouth was on her, his tongue tracing slow circles around her clit.
Anna moaned and arched her back, giving herself to him.
He took her right to the brink, and then he was pulling back, standing up. He slid her skirt down, tugging it over her hips, over her knees, then tossing it away, leaving her completely naked on the bed.
He unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to the floor, and his boxers came next.
A line of hair trailed from his belly button down to his hard cock.
Jaxon’s body lay down on top of hers, cocooning her, making Anna feel safe and wanted. He kissed her lips softly, then moved a strand of hair off her forehead. She wanted him inside of her so bad she ached. It
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