Page 8 of Jaxon's Pursuit

I snort. “Ummm. I think that’s a given. But I told you already. I don’t want to rush you. Don’t get me wrong, Ruby. I want you desperately but when we make love for the first time, I’m making love to my wife. My heart, my soul, my everything. If you’re not sure then we need to wait. I intend to make sure that we have the rest of our lives to learn and love each other..

Her pouty pink lips fall open and my dick twitches in my pants again. “I didn’t think you were serious, Jaxon. How can it be that you want me to be yours? That you think we’re a match forever.”

I shrug. “I don’t know. It’s just like breathing. You know how to breathe instinctively. Iknow how to love you for the rest of our lives.”

Her gemstone eyes glisten with tears. “That’s the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever said to me, Jaxon.” Her dainty hand comes up to cup my cheek and I turn my lips into her palm, kissing her warm skin. “I can’t believe you’re real,” she whispers and her eyes examine every inch of my face.

“I’m real, darlin’. I see you and I see the you that you’ve hidden away from everybody else. I see the smart, sexy, funny and beautiful woman who’s afraid that everyone’s out to hurt her. And I promise you, I will never hurt you.” My hand cups her rounded cheek and I lean down to take her lips gently, to make her understand that I mean what I’m saying. That she’s mine and I’m hers.

Her juicy lips move delicately on mine and then her mouth opens on a low moan. I can feel my cock straining in my pants. Her hips push into mine and it’s hard to believe she doesn’t know what she’s doing. Her innocent thrusts are driving me crazy. I groan and slide my tongue between her lips, wrapping her silky scarlet strands around my hand and tugging softly. Her head tilts back giving me access to the smooth golden column of her throat. Her breath stutters out and she grinds her hips into my dick. My mouth glides down her throat, nibbling, biting, licking. As soon as I reach the base of her throat my hand glides down to pull at her shirt, lifting it. Cold air must hit her skin because she freezes.

I pull back. “Are you okay? Do you need to stop?”

She shakes her head wildly and her long curls dance around her face. “I want to do this myself.”

I’m not sure what she means until she pushes off me and stands. Her fidgety hands slide down and begin to lift her shirt. “Don’t do this unless you really want to, Ruby,” I growl.

“I do.” Her smile is radiant. Lit up from within like an angel’s glow.

Her hands lift her shirt slowly and she pulls it over head. Her hair settles around her bare shoulders and I’m struck by the fiery tresses. She reaches up and undoes her front-clasp bar. I follow her curves and I can feel my mouth watering. She’s so much woman. And so strong. I can’t believe she’s mine.

I can see bright pink and white puckered scars all over her chest and back. She’s so lucky that he didn’t kill her. Those wounds prove just how strong she is but I don’t think she realizes it. She only sees damage. I see strength.

I reach a hand out and run it along a puckered scar that cuts across one of her generous breasts. Her breath catches and it’s like she’s waiting for the disgust she expects.

“You are so beautiful and strong. I don’t think you even realize how strong you are but it’s fucking sexy as hell.”

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Ruby:

He’s not disgusted. I can see that light of lust still in his eyes. The warm glow of desire. It bubbles and fizzes through my veins like the most expensive champagne.

I don’t think I realized until right now how much he wants me. Yet he’s taking the time that I need. He’s gentle and sweet and so controlled. And I love it, don’t get me wrong. But I also want him to lose control. The thought of having a man as big and strong as he is lose his mind over me. It turns me the hell on.

A groan falls from my lips as he cups my breasts. His big hand pulls me closer and then his wet, warm mouth covers my nipple, tugging at it, laving it. I almost drop to my knees it feels so good but he holds me closer.

“Shit, Jaxon. That feels so good. I want to touch you too.” I reach a hand out to pull at his zipper but he bats my hand gently away.

“Not yet. This is for you, my love.” His eyes caress me and I can feel my juices dripping down my thighs. His cocky smirk tells me he knows it too.

He pulls at my pants, tugging them gently down my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. Concerned, warm and yet so full of desire. Then he slides my panties down one inch at a time until I’m breathless from anticipation.

“Jaxon, please. Touch me,” I whine.

“Touch you where and how, darlin’? I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to do. I want you to be specific. Tell me.”

It’s so hard to say the words but it’s even harder to imagine not saying them and giving up on this. “I want you to touch my pussy,” I whisper, face crimson.

“That’s my girl,” he says in satisfaction and then his hand cups my mound. One long, broad finger slides along my slit, gathering my juices which he brings to his lips and suckles. “Fuck, you taste like the sweetest nectar.” His drawl is stronger and it makes my knees weak.

I moan as he brings his finger back and slips along my lips until he finds my clit. He thrums it slowly, and I can feel a tension building in my core. He keeps thrumming at my clit,drawing circles and then tapping at it gently until I’m panting with need. Then one of his fingers slips slightly between my lower lips and begins pushing in and out carefully, teasing me with slow pushes and then quick thrums on my clit until my hips are bucking and I can’t breathe.

“Jaxon, please. I’m begging you. Please,” I whimper.

He leans closer and his hot breath teases my pussy. My inner walls clench and tiny ripples begin to build. “What do you want, my love? You tell me and it’s yours. Anything you want.”

My heart flies. His promises are the sweetest words in the world. “Would you lick me?” I ask softly. I’ve never had anyone do that and I want him to be my first.

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