Oh, my God. She kissed me back with everything she had, our mouths feasting and sucking on each other like we would never stop. Both of my arms pulled her closer and I could feel the heat coming off of her core and seeping through my sweats.
“Uhnnnn, God, Addison,” I moaned when she winced slightly. “Baby, we can’t. Your body isn’t healed enough yet.” My mouth hovered over hers, not wanting to lose the contact. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s worth the pain, Jax. Please. I’m…dying.” My breath left me in a rush as her lips reached for mine again. I kissed her back, more softly this time. There was nothing that would make me hurt her. No matter how my body was aching or how much I wanted her.
Something that sounded like a sob erupted and her hands slid down my chest, massaging the muscles. “I’ve wanted to touch you like this, Jax. You’re so beautiful.”
“Addison…you don’t know what you do to me,” I groaned as one of her hands closed around my cock through my sweats. My head dropped to her shoulder as she squeezed and pulled a few times up and down the shaft, moving her thumb across the head when she got to the top. “Stop, I can’t take it,” I begged, but she only repeated the motion. “Ugh…”
My hands went to the back of her thighs and I lifted her with me as I stood up, stepping over the piano bench. I released her legs letting her feet touch the floor, but still supported her weight with my arms around her back.
“Jax, no…” she pleaded. Her hand came up to cup my cheek. “No… please.” She shook her head frantically.
“Addison, your ribs will hurt if we make love. You won’t be able to take the thrusts without pain.” I buried my face in her neck as I spoke. “Dear God,” I groaned.
I sank back down on the bench in front of her and ran my hands up the sides of her body under her shirt. I didn’t unbutton it further because the sight of her nakedness would drive me insane. My thumbs brushed against both of her taut nipples and she gasped. I kissed her breastbone and dragged my mouth toward her right breast and nipped at the nipple through the fabric.
“Jax, God…It’s torture.”
I turned her gently so her back was to me and let my hands continue to roam her body, drifting down over her concave stomach, and the soft curls at the top of her sex. My body was so hard it hurt, the skin covering my dick so tight, I thought it would split open. I groaned and let my head fall forward until it rested on her back, just under her shoulder. It was a blissful, aching torture that I never wanted to end.
My hands closed around her hipbones and I urged her backward. “Babe, sit on my lap.” As she did as I asked, my arms wrapped around her and I turned my face into her neck. “I’m going to touch you but try not to move too much…I want this to be all about pleasure. Please be still.”
My hands slid down her thighs to her knees and I pressed them open and brought my hands back up on the insides, over her velvet skin. I could feel her trembling and I almost died. “Oh, baby…I’ve missed touching you like this.” The words ripped from my chest in a guttural groan, but I couldn’t stop them. I moved my legs apart and with hers draped over mine, it spread her open for me. She leaned back against my chest and dropped her head to the curve of my neck in anticipation.
Her breath hitched as my hands resumed their roaming, over her torso, one hand moving up to her breast to tug and tease the hard, little nipple and the other sliding down over her stomach and further still.
The moist heat between her legs was telling and I groaned against her, kissing her neck with my open mouth, sucking on her skin while I let my fingers part her sensitive flesh. She gasped as I dipped my middle finger inside her to bring some of the slickness up to the place aching for my touch and I started a slow pulsing rhythm.
“Uhhhh…” she breathed. Her back arched and I felt her wince.
“Addison, I’ll pleasure you…I’ll make you come, but be still or I’ll stop. I won’t let this hurt you.” I hardly recognized my own voice. It was low and animalistic. Telling the woman I loved, more than life, that I was going to make her come did amazing things to me.
She turned her face toward mine as my fingers worked on her, slowly; her breathing deepened and her hands clutched at her sides. I never wanted to stop touching her. I wanted this to go on forever and I could feel how sensitive she was, gasping each time my finger moved. I slowed my pace, wanting to build slowly, to make it amazing when I finally allowed her over the edge.
I closed my eyes and let my fingers work on her breasts and her sex. Listening to her moans and pants, I felt like I could orgasm without her even touching me. “Addison… do you feel how much you own me?” I moaned against the soft skin of her neck, her pulse beating wildly against my lips. So sweet and alive. “But you’re mine. You own me, but you’ve always been mine.”
“Jax… ooooh,” she cried out and she turned slightly so that we could kiss. Her mouth was frantic underneath mine as I sucked her tongue inside. My hand closed around her breast and I squeezed gently, her pebble hard nipple and the wetness on my fingers of my other hand; beautiful evidence of what I could do to her. My heart swelled, bursting with love and pride that this magnificent creature belonged to me. Even if she couldn’t remember our past, she was mine and I wanted her to know it.
“Holy Christ,” I moaned, the pressure in my balls building, my cock so engorged I felt as if I would come so hard it would blow the thick head right off. I rubbed my thumb over the top trying to alleviate the ache; spreading the clear pre-cum around the smooth steel-hard flesh. Even as my own orgasm built, I couldn’t rip my eyes from the page. I wanted to drop my head back and let myself come, but still, I read on.
I pushed two fingers inside of her and I felt her clench around me as I moved them in and out of her tight flesh. “Uhhnnn, Jax, don’t stop…” she begged breathlessly as I searched for the ultra-sensitive spot inside her that I knew drove her to distraction, while my other hand moved down to take over where the other left off. She started shaking and her legs trembled.
“Uh…Jax, Oh God…” she sobbed into my mouth. Her body started to pulse and she arched into me. She couldn’t help it; her body quaked involuntarily over and over as she came under my hands. I buried my mouth in the back of her neck and breathed her name over and over.
“That’s it. Yes, Baby…Addison, I want you so much. Everything about you is so damn beautiful.” I slowed the movements of my fingers, lightening the touch but not stopping, the spasms inside her lessening, but not subsiding completely. I kissed the tender skin on her neck again and moved below her ear. I could taste the faintest bit of salty perspiration on my tongue. I licked along the cord of her neck and then opened my lips and sucked, feeling the need to leave marks on her skin. It didn’t matter if anyone else saw it. She’d know it was there, that I was marking her as mine. “I want…I want to mark you.”
“Anything you want,” she gasped out, her body still jerking with the aftershocks of her orgasm. I sucked on the skin at the back of her neck hard and then soft. I alternated like that for a minute or two and I raised my head to try to see in the darkness of the room. The flesh was purple in a small spot on the back of her neck.