Page 75 of Savage

God how I had missed it. I moaned as he fed from me like a starved person, kissing me like his life depended on it and my body was on fire. I held onto my gasp of pleasure as I felt the hardness of his cock against my stomach.

I moaned against his mouth as he raised his head, drawing back.

“Arms up, now,” Jaxon commanded. His words reminded me of our first time together; that bossy tone I loved was threaded like steel through his voice. I immediately did as he instructed, keen for him to guide me towards that approaching pleasure only he could provide.

Jaxon wore a determined expression as he lifted my jumper over my head, dropping it carelessly onto the floor beside us. His attention then turned towards my denim skirt, practised fingers easily undoing the buttons to allow the garment to fall down my thighs. I stepped out of it and kicked it to the side with one foot, watching him coyly from beneath my lashes.

I was now standing before Jaxon in his bedroom in just my underwear; a black lace almost see-through set. My skin fizzed as he lowered his head and allowed his hooded gaze to roam over my body, drinking me in.

Jaxon then slowly raised his hands and bracketed my face, drawing my jaw up to his. “You’re so beautiful and mine.” Ownership was again stamped into those words and it made more heat trickle into my veins. I loved that possessive, untamed side of him. My sex throbbed from the feral sound.

Jaxon then leaned down and slammed his mouth over mine again and my whole body was like liquid fire. It was urgent again, his tongue parting my lips with the force of his possession. He took my mouth like a storm and devoured me like a wild, untamed thing. I leaned up and into him with a moan, my entire body thrummed as he angled my head, positioning it perfectly so he could deepen the kiss. It was powerful and devastating and my belly quivered as sexual excitement powered through me. I was inexperienced but I knew the way his tongue stroked in and out of my mouth replicated the motion of sex and I couldn’t wait to feel him between my legs again. Sexual awareness licked through me.

My lace-clad breasts were pushed against the hardness of his chest. His body was so warm and hard through the material of his top as I sank against him, a slave to his needs.

My breath came quicker and I knew I needed to be naked with him and fast and I dropped my hands to the hem of his tee and started to lift it. Frantic to see his gorgeous bare chest. He smiled against my mouth and drew back, quirking an eyebrow as he released my face, his hands dropping to mine. “Patience,” he whispered, stopping my actions.

I smiled shyly up at him as he stepped back and lifted his jumper over his head, throwing it to the side. I feasted on his amazing body, my hands moving up to trace his pectoral muscles and then the defined bumps of his abs. His breath caught in his throat as I touched him.

He was sinfully gorgeous and I couldn’t wait to feel all that strength pushing into my body. With shaking fingers, I dropped my hands to the buttons of his jeans and again, he caught them.

“Slow down,” he whispered, his face pinched with desire and need.

He assisted me in the removal of his jeans until we were both in our underwear. My eyes lingered on his huge erection which strained against his black boxer shorts and I longed to feel its strength in my hand, maybe even take him into my mouth. Hunger to taste him there roared through me.

Jaxon must have seen my intention as he wrapped gentle fingers around my wrist and shook his head slowly from side to side, his expression now masked. “If you touch me, this will be over much too soon and I need to get you naked.”

My smile must have been that of the cat that got the cream variety, I had never felt so excited and sexy.

Jaxon released my wrist and lifted his hands to cup my breasts, causing me to sigh with pleasure. He ran his thumbs over my nipples which were already painfully hard. “So, fucking beautiful,” he repeated, making me feel extra special and sweet. He then yanked the cups of my bra down exposing me; kneading my bare breasts with his palms. I almost came long and hard there and then.

Seeing how turned on I was, Jaxon hurriedly unclipped my bra before lowering his head and taking one nipple into his mouth. I gasped and my head fell back, his tongue licking over that tender, hard bud. As he took my nipple gently between his teeth my back arched and I pushed further into his mouth; immense heat pooling between my thighs, soaking my underwear. I could feel my clit throbbing as he transferred his attention to my other breast, rolling and flicking my other nipple with his tongue. I swear I almost stopped breathing.

Jaxon continued his torture and I only realised he was walking me backwards towards the bed when my legs hit the base.

He was also breathing heavily and he raised his head, those deep grey eyes penetrating mine, the message there clear.

“That night we spent together, I was gentle with you and held back. It was your first time and it was the right thing to do. This will be different Wynter. Are you sure you want this?”

He looked down at me, full of dark promise and danger. I couldn’t stop the blush which entered my cheeks as he waited for the answer that I was only too happy to give.

“Yes, please, I want you inside me.”

“This is make-up sex, Wynter and I’m going to fuck you, hard. Do you understand?” His voice was so deep and husky, that I felt the sound vibrate through my sex.

My nerves did a dance but I didn’t care, I knew he’d never hurt me. I nodded, “Yes, please. Now,” I replied through broken breath.

The look of satisfaction that pooled into his features made my pulse soar, my tongue snaking out to moisten my lips as he roughly pushed me back onto the bed. Standing over me, like a tower of strength, the muscles in his arms flexing.

I shuffled back on my elbows against the mattress to give him space as he shed his underwear, standing there before me with his huge sex engorged, pushing upwards towards his belly button, surrounded by that thick thatch of dark hair.

My eyes skirted over his body, so tanned, lean, masculine, and proud and my sex pulsed again as he moved over me with silent intent. As he neared, he twisted to the side and retrieved a condom from the drawer of his bedside table. I watched with a thrill of excitement as he placed the foil packet into his mouth and tore it open with his teeth before discarding the packaging on the floor. His eyes never left mine as he rolled the condom onto his throbbing length.

As he joined me on the bed, I felt his fingers touch me through the fabric of my underwear, cupping my sex and desire exploded inside me. I closed my eyes and lifted my hips towards that sensation he was creating.

“Yes, please. Don’t stop,” I panted, my eyes shot open as he relieved some of that ache between my legs and my climax started to build.

Jaxon was now kneeling on the bed, leaning over me, his eyes watching every expression that fluttered across my face. I arched my back, revelling in the sublime torture his hand was creating.

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