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Each stroke was long and smooth and that aching slowly started to subside, replaced by pleasure. A frenzied feeling took me over and I opened my legs wider, my hands caressing those flexing muscles of his back. I watched every sinfully beautiful expression as Jaxon withdrew and then slammed into me again, my hips rising to meet each thrust and I threw my head back against the pillows as my second climax started to build. The magic in my pelvis was pure sin as he rode me towards another mind-blowing orgasm.

He drove into me harder and faster and I savoured every stroke.

As Jaxon placed a hand between my legs and pushed down on my clit, I felt myself so close to the edge.

“Oh my God, I love this—you,” I panted against his mouth, partly unaware of what I was saying. My words forced him to ram his lips down over mine and kiss me hungrily, like a starved man. His tongue was now forceful as it entered my mouth, almost savage and out of control and I fucking loved it. I tugged at his hair as our tongues tangled.

With one last stroke of his body, he took me even higher and I glorified in his possession.

Jaxon then lifted his head and his eyes locked on mine. “I want to see you when you cum,” he said in a ragged breath and with one last pump, I screamed out my release as Jaxon too fell over the edge with me, and I felt the heat of him as he spilt himself, his entire body clenching as he rode the wave of his own orgasm, spasms wrenching his tight frame.

He lowered himself carefully so he wouldn’t squash me, beaded with sweat and we were both breathing heavily. I could smell the heady scent of sex in the air.

Jaxon’s hot frame was pressing me into the mattress, his head resting on my breast and we lay like that for a while.

“Are you OK?” Jaxon asked as he pushed up onto his elbows, his biceps flexing.

I smiled as he pushed a chunk of hair from my face and nodded.

“Good. We should get some sleep.” He spoke to me tenderly and it made me feel true happiness.

My body was still buzzing and although I felt sore, I revelled in it. I was now a woman and no longer a silly little girl. I had given my virginity to Jaxon, the man I cared about—loved. What!? Where did that come from? I had strong feelings yes, but love?

As Jaxon pushed out of bed and dealt with the condom, I decided not to overanalyse what he felt about me. What we had just shared had been amazing and he had to have some feelings for me. Didn’t he?

As Jaxon rejoined me in bed, he pulled the sheet which was at the bottom of the bed over our bodies and spooned me all night

That was the night I lost my virginity and I would never forget it.

I would also never forget that in the throes of passion, I had whispered those three all-important words.

Fuck.

Ten

The journey home the next morning felt serene, but considering we had slept together, I didn’t feel awkward at all. Jaxon had been up a good hour before me and met with the tyre people who had repaired the car.

On the drive, we spoke about my father and how I was intending to tackle the subject with my mother. She would find the discussion painful, but I couldn’t just leave things; especially now my father had contacted me.

As Jaxon pulled the vehicle in through the gates of the house and parked up, I undid my seat belt and turned to face him. Remaining in his seat; he didn’t scramble to get away. He just sat there, larger than life in the shirt I had slept in, without his bow tie and his hair mussed from sleep. Hair that I had tangled my fingers through as he’d moved inside me.

My eyes roamed over his profile; one which was model-perfect in my opinion. I had given this boy my virginity and I didn’t regret it, but my feelings were now much deeper and I knew I needed to keep them to myself for now. Jaxon had promised me nothing after all and I had given myself to him anyway.

The silence stretched between us as Jaxon still gripped the steering wheel and continued to stare out of the front windshield. From what I could see of his face, his expression was thoughtful.

“Can I ask you a question?” I said, my voice sounding calmer than I felt.

“Of course, anything,” he replied, glancing at me briefly with a slight smile. He must have been able to feel the penetration of my stare.

“Is sex usually like that?” What had happened between us had felt so right and Jaxon had also been caught up in the moment. I wasn’t experienced but I wasn’t stupid either. Nothing had been fake about what had happened. To me, it had been one of those ‘meant to be’ moments. However, I’d rather experience first-hand torture than to openly speak about what I’d muttered in the thick of things.

Had what happened between us been special to him too? Maybe things had changed for him and he wouldn’t throw my feelings back in my face? I swallowed nervously as I awaited his reply; burying the thought.

Jaxon took a deep breath before turning in his seat and taking off his belt. “No,” he replied.

I pulled a face. “In a good way or a bad way?” I wasn’t fishing, I just needed to know if the level of passion we had shared during sex was just what every woman felt when she was with a man. I had read that females were more emotional during sex than males.

His smile deepened as his intense gaze ran over my features. “In a good way Wynter. Very good. Sensational I would say.” He then paused before saying. “Now get out of my car.” His last words were delivered with a teasing edge to them. As if he was shutting the conversation down on purpose so I didn’t get any ideas. That love-hate thing clearly still burned between us.

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