Page 28 of Beach Bum Billion-Heiress
My head rolled from side to side, trying to stay ahead of the sensations rocking my body, a losing battle right from the first touch. Then his hand was turning my face to his, lips colliding in a white hot kiss, our breath mingling as we kissed and gulped in air. It was messy, it was sloppy, it was real.
"Jesus, Sage," he said on a moan.
"I know...I know...I know," I replied in time with his thrusts.
I started shaking from head to toe, my body maxed out, ready for something to give, unable to keep up this pace.
"Jax," I moaned, his name lingering on my lips as a silent plea.
He must have heard it in my voice because his hand traveled down to my belly, then lower still before reaching his destination. One pinch of his fingers and I was flying, my back arching off the bed, my head tossed back, eyes closed. Time and place ceased to exist, only the feeling between my legs and up my spine and out through my extremities. My scalp tingled, feeling like the top of my head really would explode after all.
When I fluttered back down to Jax' bed, my eyes able to open and function, I saw Jax staring intently at me, his jaw locked and his breathing labored.
"Jesus, Sage. You're beautiful."
He thrust into me once, then twice, before touching his forehead to mine and releasing a deep breath while his body shuddered on top of mine. His hand tightened on my wrists, crossing the line into painful, but I said nothing, letting him enjoy what I'd just experienced. I laid underneath him, his heavy body pressing me into the mattress and thrilling me at the same time. Nothing felt better than a man, completely spent after delivering the best sex ever, laying heavily across your body.
I squeezed my legs closer to his sides, able to pull my hands out of his grip finally, and ran my hands through his hair like I'd been wanting to do from the beginning.
His eyes popped open and he smiled, the type of smile that made my heart lose its rhythm. Then he was busy kissing every available inch of skin on my face, neck, and ears, making me shiver and laugh. My sweet Jax was back, just like that.
He hoisted himself up and off me, pulling out slowly before heading to the kitchen. I still hadn't moved when he came back with a wet towel and cleaned us both up. Maybe I should have been embarrassed, but I'd already showed him something far more personal: my heart. Perhaps he didn't recognize it yet, but I felt it. It wasn't just really, really, really good sex for me. I wanted Jax, the man. All of him.
Before I could spill my heart out or make things awkward with premature admiration, he picked me up and scooted me up the bed, laying my head on his pillow and climbing in behind me. The sheets and blanket were pulled over us and he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me into him yet again.
"Let's get some sleep, huh?" he whispered behind my ear.
I squeezed the hand laying on my stomach, not trusting myself with words quite yet. I thought I'd never actually sleep, too keyed up with him laying naked behind me, but I proved myself wrong by dropping off within minutes. I guess that's what happens when you're worn out.
* * *
Jax
I laid there listening to her breathing even out as she slept in my arms. The scent of her skin clung to the air around me, teasing me, mocking me, making me want to wake her up and ravage her again. She didn't smell like most girls with their expensive floral perfumes. It was more of a pleasant, earthy smell that made me think of waterfalls and tropical fruit and a naked Sage beckoning to me from the water. Whatever it was was intoxicating, much like the woman.
I had been honest with her earlier. I had no idea how this could work out between us. We couldn't be from more opposite worlds. The attraction was there alright, it was everything else that I worried about. I couldn't provide her with a lifestyle anywhere close to what she came from. I'd already been left by a woman who wanted more out of life and knew I couldn't give it to her. My heart couldn't handle another rejection like that.
Before I got more distracted by her body and her breathy little moans begging me to fuck her, I'd need to take a step back and make sure she understood what she was getting into. It was the thought of all the different ways she could react that kept me up far longer than I wanted.
* * *
Somewhere around two o'clock in the morning, I woke up from the best dream ever. I was hard as a rock and momentarily disappointed to have woken up. That is, until I realized I had Sage pressed against me, her gorgeous ass in my hands, my erection rubbing against her crack. I froze for a moment, wondering how she'd take to being woken up out of a dead sleep to a horny guy trying to ride her again.
A sleepy moan came from her pillow and I swooped into action, not wasting any more time second-guessing my decision. Fumbling in the dark, I found the little foil packet I was looking for on the nightstand. That taken care of, I rolled her over all the way onto her stomach, and I tugged on those hips, lifting her ass up a few inches. I worked a couple fingers into her, feeling how wet she was for me already, the discovery pleasing me to no end.
And then I was pushing her legs apart and thrusting inside, releasing her hips to grab her by the shoulders for better leverage.
Her soft moans turned to louder cries, muffled by the pillow. I brought a hand down her back and squeezed one round cheek, loving that I finally had my hands on what she'd already shown me twice out there on her surfboard. I knew then I had to get my hands on her and here we were, middle of round two, my big hand leaving faint marks I could just make out in the moonlight.
I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer so I reached around and found her clit, remembering she'd responded quickly the last time, giving way to an orgasm that mesmerized me. A sudden need to make sure she let go and felt with abandon every single day flooded my body. A few strokes across her sensitive skin and she was gripping the pillow hard, her shout no longer muffled as the pillow came away from her mouth. I tumbled after her, unable to hold myself back seeing how her body responded to me.
As soon as I could breathe again, I rolled her back over, her body limp and sated. Pressing a kiss to her lips, I stroked the hair away from her face. Any excuse to keep touching her.
"Jax," she whispered.
"Yeah, baby?"
Her lips pulled up into a smile, eyes still closed. "We gotta do that again."
I chuckled, loving how honest and open she was. No one wanted a girl who played games and I didn't think this one had the ability to engage in such fuckery.
"You got it."
A quick trip to the bathroom and I was back in the warm bed. I tucked her back into my side and fell asleep immediately, my body finally spent and my brain quiet. How could two people who came together that seamlessly and perfectly in bed have major problems outside?
