Page 44 of What Happens In Vegas: Jessa & Jaxon
I pull her to her feet. “You married me because you knew from the first moment we met that you were mine.”
“That’s revisionist history,” she says, but she doesn’t pull away when I slide a hand into her hair.
“Revisionist or not, it’s the truth.”
She leans into my touch, her eyes closing as I trace the shell of her ear with my thumb. “I love you.”
“I know.” My smile broadens as I pull her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist.
Her body melts into mine, a perfect fit. Twenty-one days into our honeymoon, and I still want her with the same desperate hunger as our first time.
Our wedding three weeks ago had been everything our Vegas ceremony wasn’t. It was intentional, surrounded by family and friends and a true celebration. When everyone flew home afterthe festivities, we stayed behind, claiming this paradise as our own private sanctuary.
“I was just being friendly with the waiter,” she says, pressing her palms against my chest.
“Keep smiling in other men’s faces and see what happens.” The threat comes out as a husky promise as her hands travel down my torso.
“What exactly will happen?”
JJ’s fingers hook into the waistband of my trunks, pulling them down just enough to free me. I can feel the cool ocean breeze against my heated skin, but it’s nothing compared to the sensation of her hand wrapping around me.
“JJ...” I trail off
“Do you want me to kneel before you and take you into my mouth?” she asks, her voice sultry and seductive.
“You know I do,” I growl.
Slowly, she moves down until she is kneeling before me and wastes little time before swallowing me. I can’t suppress the groan that escapes my lips.
The sensation of her warm, wet mouth surrounding me is almost too much to bear. I watch as she moves, her head bobbing slowly at first, then picking up speed.
The sun beats down on us, the sound of the ocean waves crashing against the stilts of our villa. The scent of saltwater mixes with the intoxicating aroma of our desire.
I can feel the tension building, the pleasure coiling in my balls. JJ’s hands grip my thighs, her nails digging into my skin as she takes me deeper. I tighten my grip in her hair, my hips moving in sync with her mouth.
“JJ,” I groan, my voice a warning before stepping back.
Before she can process what’s happening, I execute the move I’ve been planning since I first spotted the waiter’s wandering eyes. I lift her by the backs of her thighs in one powerful motion,positioning her body so her pussy hovers above my erection. Her weight distributes perfectly in my grip.
JJ’s eyes widen in that delicious combination of surprise and arousal I’ve become addicted to provoking. Her hands clutch my shoulders for support, her body instinctively yielding to my strength. “Jaxon, what are you—?”
“Shh,” I command, holding her gaze. “Be a good wife and slide the crotch of your panties aside.”
She does as I say and I capture her mouth in a fierce kiss, my tongue plunging into her mouth as I lower her onto my cock. She’s wet and ready, her pussy gripping me tightly as I slide in. We both moan into the kiss, the sensation of our union overwhelming.
I break the kiss, my forehead resting against hers as I begin to move. Slowly at first, savoring the feel of her body sheathing mine. The sound of the ocean waves crashing against the stilts of our villa matches the rhythm of our bodies.
“So tight, so wet. You’re made for me, love.”
She clings to me, her nails digging into my shoulders as she matches my thrusts. “Only for you, Jaxon. Always for you.”
JJ’s words ignite something primal within me. I grip her thighs tighter as I increase the pace. Our breaths mingle, ragged and desperate, as I claim her mouth again.
Her taste is sweet and intoxicating and drives me wild. The sun beats down on us, making us slick with sweat.
I break away from her lips, trailing kisses down her jaw, down her neck, until I reach the swell of her breasts. I tug aside the fabric of her bikini top with my teeth, freeing her nipple. I capture it in my mouth, sucking hard, and she throws her head back.
“Jaxon,” she pants, her eyes glazed with pleasure. “I’m close... so close...”
