He worshiped my breasts, alternating between soft kisses, warm lick, and hard bites, a delicious concoction of assaults against a part of my body I never knew was capable of feeling such pleasure.
With one hard tug, he had my dress falling to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my panties. I slammed my eyes shut as he walked around me, his fingertip tracing lines across my stomach, over my ribs, towards my spine. His mouth found the back of my neck, and he held my back to his front, hands palming my breasts as he left hot kisses beneath my ear. I mewled, throwing my head back, now panting and burning from the inside out. Is this what it was supposed to be like? Supposed to feel like? Were the books true? My mind was a chaotic mess, so much so, I hadn't even realized Jax fall to his knees again.
He looked up at me, thick lashes leaving shadows across his cheekbones, dark eyes penetrating my very core, fingers hooked in the waistline of my underwear. I reached out to touch his face, run the back of my hand along his stubbled jaw. God, he was breathtaking.
“Yes or no bird?” He said, his voice deep.
I swallowed. “Yes, Jax.”
Slowly, he peeled my black panties down my thighs, over my calves, and then helped me to step from them. I was completely naked before him, looking at him as he admired me. His dark features were ladened with want, need, lust, love, perhaps? The sight alone had my clitoris throbbing in a way it never had before. I wanted to reach between my legs and rub the feeling away, but I didn't. I stayed so still, watching, waiting.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, and my heart came to a stop as his lips pressed against the small patch of hair there. Fireworks exploded all around me, the past I'd spent years trying to erase from my mind disappeared with that one kiss, and I fought with all I had to keep on my feet. His fingers brushed through my folds becoming wet with my arousal, I groaned, and he moaned, and when his fingertip delved deeper, hitting my sensitive bud, I couldn't stand no longer. My knees gave way, and I fell into his arms.
Lifting me with ease, he walked us over to the bed where he gently laid me down, and his dark eyes roamed across my naked body before he began a trail of kisses from my throat, down my sternum, all over my hips, finishing at the apex of my thighs. I gripped the bedsheets, eyes shut tight, and my hips found their rhythm, grinding, begging him for more.
I felt his fingers on one hand open my lips, and the others stroked me again, long, purposeful movements that made stars dance across my vision. He placed both my legs over his shoulders and my face flushed with embarrassment, I'd never had someone to close to me before, I'd never had eyes staring at the most private part of myself, and I never wanted it to end.
“Say stop, and I'll stop.” Jax's warm breath zapped me, and I moaned in frustration.
“I want this, please, Jax.” I didn't recognize my own voice, so low and heavy with need.
And he didn't need me to say another word. His tongue swiped through my wet folds, and I cried out, making noises alien to my ears. He licked and sucked on my clit, pulling me so close to that blissful edge. A finger pushed inside me, I felt my walls clench around him, and he moaned again. There was the sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor and the telltale shuffle of clothes coming off, and before I had a chance to open my eyes to see what was happening, he plunged another finger inside of me. The curled stroking motion pressed against a sweet spot I didn't know existed, all the while he sucked on my clit. Tears filled my eyes, my thighs clenched around his neck, and the sweetest torture I'd ever felt had something bubbling. A tsunami of pleasure. A tidal wave of love.
The bed dipped as Jax's crawled up the length of my body, his teeth nipping at flesh as he did so, and I had to look. I had to see the face of the man creating all these feelings in me. His muscular body covered mine, our bare chests pressed against each other, our moans of pleasure filling the silent room we were.
“Kiss me, bird.” He demanded as he reached my face.
I slammed my mouth over his, we were a mess of tongues and gentle bites as he spread my legs apart, grinding his hard erection across my aching bud. My nails clawed at his back, our bodies were slick with sweat, and just when I thought it was impossible to feel any more pleasure, he positioned himself at my ready entrance and slid in, ever so slowly.
“Jax!” I cried, feeling so full. He stretched me, completed me, and then stilled as we both adjusted to each other.
“Sweet Jesus, Ella,” he growled, nuzzling into my neck.
My legs wrapped around his waist, and my heels urged him to move, and he did. Soft thrusts, pulling out to the tip and then burying himself as deep as he could go. Each time he pushed back in, I cried his name, and before long, he'd found the perfect rhythm as his strong hips bucked up and down; I could feel every single delicious inch of him everywhere.
He cried out with me, sucking a nipple into his mouth as his speed quickened, I felt as though my entire body was going to set on fire, and my hips met his perfectly. Our bodies were two halves of a beautiful melody, coming together for the final crescendo.
The pleasure between my thighs was too much now, and when he lifted one thigh, holding it in the air, and pressed down on my clit with his thumb, I knew it was going to happen.
I panted, my mouth making a perfect O shape as I looked between our bodies. I watched as he moved in and out of me, loving me, taking me.
“Come with me, bird. Let me feel you,” he groaned, and with one last pinch of my clit, something happened. My whole body convulsed as I screamed his name. I felt his body stiffen above me as he poured himself into me, he thrust and thrust again, draining every last drop from both of us and together we rode our wave, our bodies softening, our chests beating, him collapsing on top of me to catch his breath.
I held him to me, unable to move or speak, and concentrated on my breathing as tears fell from the corners of my eyes. I wanted to wipe them away, but the way he'd fallen left me unable to, so instead, I just let them flow.
He was still inside me, and I could feel his erection twitch and soften, our juices mixing between my thighs.
A sob caught in my throat, surprising me and making Jax push himself up to look at me. “Hey, what's wrong?” He asked, kissing away a stray tear.
I shook my head and smiled. “I think I love you.” The words were out before I could stop them.
Dark brown eyes widened, and he kissed my lips again, pulling from me softly so that he could hold me to his chest. “Bird, fuck. I love you too, sweetheart. More than you'll ever know.”
And the flood inside me was released, I cried into his chest. And for once, in all my twenty-six years, they were happy tears.
Bang! Bang!
The thump coming from the door made us both jump. Jax silenced me with a finger and waited to see what would happen next.
Oh, God. What if it was Benny? What if he had woken up and heard us?
“I know you're in there,” came a familiar voice. “I'll give you five minutes to come out and face me. If you don't - I'll fucking kill your little bitch myself.”
I gasped. It was Marco.
Chapter Twenty Six
Jax.
Of all the things I was expecting after Ella, and I first made love, hearing Marco's fucking voice wasn't one of them. Why the fuck was he here?
Ella looked at me in horror, her smile gone, her face flushed, and I wanted to kill him. If he knew what we'd just done, the both of us would be dead.