Page 63 of Purgatory
I don’t say anything, but lift myself up to a more upright sitting position. The magnetic pull towards Jax taking over, and I don’t try to stop it. He must feel it too because he draws towards me, taking my face in his hands as I complete the journey and plant my lips onto his.
It’s not slow and gentle like when he first found me. No. This is a reclaiming. A promise. It’s hard and messy. Groans and growls are streaming out of each of us. It’s as if our brains are short circuiting because our hands are all over each other, not wanting to stay in one place too long before moving on. The need to feel every inch is all consuming.
He licks into my mouth, tasting the desperation on my tongue. His hands weaving into my damp hair just as he pulls back. I see the look in his eyes. The doubt, the hesitancy. If he rejects me again, after all of this, after he said he loves me, I think I might just castrate him. Chop it all off.
“Don’t stop...” I barely get the words out before he starts shaking his head. The doubt in his eyes turning to resolve.
“Never. Never again.” His hands frame my face again. “I won’t stop until you're begging me to and even then, I don’t think I'll be able to.”
He takes my mouth again. Insistent. Urgent. I can feel my body responding. Warmth gathers low in my belly. The wetness from the bath replaced by my own slick heat.
Like he’s drawn to the scent of it, he releases my mouth, gently pushing my body flat on the bed as he lowers his body down over me, kissing and nipping a trail down to the crux of my legs. When he gets there, he digs his nose into my core through my pants, smelling my arousal. I can see his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he scents me. When he focuses on my eyes again, all I see is black, blown out pupils. He’s gone feral. Lust and desire taking over.
The borrowed pajamas don’t stand a chance as he pulls them down my legs and dives his face back into my naked pussy. He flattens his tongue over my outer lips, licking and groaning at the taste of my essence.
“Fuck me, you taste better than I could have ever imagined. I could eat this pussy all day and never tire of it.”
At that thought, he spread my pussy lips with his fingers, prodding his tongue at my quivering hole, fucking it with the muscle. The invasion is overwhelming, and I can’t resist it when he pushes on the backs of my thighs, pinning them to the bed beside me. I’m completely exposed but strangely comfortable with it despite the lack of physicalintimacy with Jax.
Mental intimacy, well that’s a whole other story. While I’ve lived with and learned about Hawk and Cole, both inside and outside of the bedroom, my relationship with Jax has been centered around simple conversation. Granted, there have been a few hiccups regarding his feelings for me, but our conversations following those incidents have given me huge incite as to the man he is today and what made him this way. He makes me feel safe, allowing me to let go of any reservations I might have had and just be here in the moment with him. Especially after all the shit I just went through.
Slowly, he drags his tongue up and circles my clit. I feel his fingers pressing against my entrance as he pushes one in, then two.
“Open up for me, baby. Let me in.” I look down to where he’s eating me out and lock eyes with him. Every little movement, every moan, gasp, and arch of my back is being catalogued by his watchful gaze. I can’t help but relax my legs further and release a loud moan. He takes that as his queue to push his two fingers further into me, burying them deep until they practically hit my cervix. He curves his fingers and finds that sensitive place inside of me that makes my legs quiver and my voice squeal with unencumbered ecstasy.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I’m gonna come!”
Before I can even finish my sentence, he clamps his lips around my sensitive nub and sucks so hard I think my soul might leave my body. When I come, I feel like it has. My vision turns white and my body quakes with orgasmic aftershocks. He slows down his fingers but doesn’t stop, prolonging my pleasure as I flood his face with my juices.
When I finally return to my senses, he lifts, showing me just what he did to me, and I to him. His entire face, from his nose to his chin is glistening with my release. My arms reachfor him immediately, needing to have him close, needing to feel him again. He understands my desires and covers me with his body then allows me to taste myself through his kiss. It’s an aphrodisiac in and of itself and just makes me crave more. He echoes my ravenous hunger with his next words.
“Holy shit baby, I can’t seem to get close enough to you. I can’t help it. I want you so bad. I know you’ve been through a lot today and I don’t want to push you, but just know that I am yours and will do whatever you want me to, whatever you’re comfortable with.”
He looks into my eyes and I see the truth to his words. I see his patience, his acceptance, his indisputable need to have all of me, but most of all, I see the passion and love in his eyes. If I told him no,he’d undoubtedly understand and accept my choice. But I don’t want to tell him no. I want his passion, his love, because that’s what I want to give him. We’ve waited long enough. I reach up to cup his face with my hands.
“Jax, I’m not a fragile piece of glass. Today was rough, but I can take it. Please, I want this. I wantyou.All of you.”
He nods. “Then you’ll get all of me.”
He lifts himself up to remove his boxer briefs and in a second he’s back on me where he belongs. I feel his heavy cock on my lower belly. It jerks as he lowers his face to kiss me again. Our tongues clash and teeth crash as our combined passion collides and my eyes shut of their own volition. Unlike how we must look on the outside, inside it’s like the calm before the storm. The anticipation of being lifted into a hurricane of turbulent lust and desire and the coming weightlessness of euphoria.
He moves his hand down to grab his cock and line himself up to my aching core. He stills and I feel his nose rub against mine in a gentle and affectionate caress.
“Open your eyes, baby. I want to see you when you takeme.”
I open my eyes finding his chocolate depths staring straight into my soul. “There you are...” he says just as he drives his entire length into me.
We both let out simultaneous moans. I feel so full, and my pussy is pulsing, begging him to move, but he stays put to allow me time to adjust to his size. He takes his time, kissing just behind my ear and down my neck, reaching my pulse points and all the other spots there that make me shiver with delight. When he reaches my clavicle, he starts to move. I can feel him smile and groan against my skin at the sound I make, reacting to his strong thrusts.
“Keep making sounds like those and I won’t be able to hold myself back. I’m trying to be gentle here.”
“I don’t want gentle. I want the wildness that I saw in your eyes. Give it to me...Please.”
With that, he lets go. His reservations, his concerns, everything. I see the animal in him rise back into his eyes as his thrusts turn urgent. His hands reach around my shoulders and use them as an anchor point to make his thrusts punishing. But I relish the ache. I know I’ll happily feel the delicious reminder of our union for days to come.
He growls at the fact that my torso is still covered by the borrowed shirt before practically ripping it in half as he rids my breasts of their unlawful confinement. His slick tongue licking a path from one breast to the other, swirling patterns around my stiff nipples. Tentatively, he bites one, noting my reaction. The pleasure/pain of it makes me arch my back, pushing my breasts further toward him, a silent plea for more.
He returns my eagerness with a feral growl and another bite, creating a trail of crescent marks leading up to where my shoulder meets my neck, all the while heightening my arousal until I'm peering over the edge to oblivion.
