Page 13 of Stuffed

Without another word, I step into his arms, my body molding to his as if we've been doing this dance for lifetimes. His hands slide down my hips, fingers dancing along the curve of my thighs, sending goosebumps prickling along my skin. I gasp, his name catching in my throat as his lips brush against my neck, then down, trailing a trail of fire that leaves me breathless.

"Jax," I moan, my legs threatening to give out beneath me. He chuckles, his hand finding my thigh, lifting me effortlessly onto the marble countertop.

His hand brushes my sex, and his breath hitches at the wetness he finds.

"Eager, are we?" he asks, his voice a deep rumble that settles in the pit of my stomach. I blush, but I can't find it in me todeny the truth. His fingers graze my cheek , tucking a stray curl behind my ear. "Lucky for you, I've got something special in mind for my very naughty wife," he whispers, his voice low and sultry.

I shudder as he slowly unbuttons my blouse, his fingers grazing the swell of my breasts. The cool marble countertop contrasts deliciously with the heat of Jax's body pressing against mine.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs reverently, eyes drinking me in like a man parched. "I'll never get enough of you, Claire."

His mouth claims mine in a searing kiss, tongues tangling, breath mingling. I moan into him, fingers raking through his thick hair, pulling him impossibly closer. He groans, hips rocking into me, his hardness straining against his jeans.

With deft fingers, Jax unclasps my bra, freeing my aching breasts. He lavishes them with attention, sucking one pebbled nipple into the wet heat of his mouth while his hand kneads the other. Pleasure zings through me, coiling tighter and tighter in my core.

"Jax, please," I whimper, writhing beneath his touch, desperate for more.

He smirks against my skin, trailing open-mouthed kisses down the valley of my breasts, over the quivering plane of my stomach. Hooking his fingers in my waistband, he drags my leggings and lace panties down my legs in one smooth motion.

I'm bared before him, glistening and wanting. His heated gaze rakes over me possessively.

"Mine," he growls. "All mine."

Then his head dips between my thighs and I'm lost. His tongue traces my slick folds, circling my clit, stoking the flames higher. My head falls back, a cry torn from my throat as two fingers sink deep inside me, curling just right.

"You taste divine," Jax rasps, lapping and sucking, driving me to the brink. "Come for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you."

With a final flick of his tongue, I shatter, muscles clenching rhythmically around his fingers as ecstasy crashes over me in waves. He works me through it, prolonging the bliss, until I'm boneless and sated.

Jax kisses his way back up my body, pausing to lavish my breasts again. I fumble with his belt, freeing his impressive length, stroking him root to tip. He hisses, hips bucking into my touch.

"I need to be inside you," he pants, lining himself up. With a smooth thrust, he sheathes himself to the hilt, stretching and filling me so perfectly. We both groan at the exquisite sensation.

He sets a deep, rolling rhythm, grinding against my clit with every stroke. I wrap my legs high around his waist, fingernails digging into his back, urging him deeper. Our bodies move as one, slick with sweat, the air thick with our mingled moans and sighs.

"God, Claire," Jax grunts, his thrusts growing more erratic as he chases his release. "You feel incredible. So tight, so perfect."

I clench around him purposefully and he swears, hips snapping forward harder. The coil in my core winds tighter, pleasure sparking through my veins like electricity. I'm so close, teetering on the knife's edge.

"Jax, I'm going to...I need..." I babble incoherently, lost to the intensity of the sensations consuming me.

"That's it, baby," he encourages, one hand snaking between us to rub firm circles over my swollen nub. "Let go for me. I've got you."

His words are my undoing. I come undone with a silent scream, my walls fluttering wildly around his plunging length. Jax follows me over with a hoarse shout of my name, spilling deep inside me as he finds his own release.

We cling to each other as the aftershocks fade, hearts pounding, chests heaving. Jax peppers tender kisses across my face, brushing damp tendrils of hair from my forehead.

"I love you," he murmurs, and the pure adoration shining in his eyes steals my breath. "More than anything."

"I love you too," I whisper back fiercely, cupping his face in my hands. "Forever and always."

He smiles softly, nuzzling into my touch. Carefully, he lifts me into his arms and carries me to our bedroom. We make love twice more, slow and sweet, reaffirming our devotion with every caress, every breathless sigh.

Afterward, we lay tangled together, limbs entwined, basking in the afterglow. As I drift off to sleep, secure in Jax's embrace, I'm filled with a bone-deep contentment.

This is where I belong. This is my happily ever after. And I wouldn't trade a single moment of our messy, beautiful, food-filled life together for anything in the world.

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