Page 56 of Kiss Marry Kill
“Fuck.”
It came out in a strangled moan, as he sucked a nipple into his mouth and bit down, softly.
“Oh!”
“I missed you, Meg.” He moved up her body, whispering into her ear, his beard tickling her neck while his finger trailed lower until he was pushing a finger into her, hitting the perfect spot. Megan could barely breathe as he worked her over, rubbing her clit and moving his fingers in just the right rhythm.
“Oh God! Oh God!” she yelled, arching her back and gripping her own hair, completely lost in sensations.
“Get there, baby,” he demanded, crooking his finger in a way that made her almost jump off the bed. She felt her body tighten around his fingers. “There it is, babe. Just let go.”
Her head tossed back and forth on the pillow. So close, she was so close.
“I want you inside, Jax. I want to come together.” She needed to feel him, to feel possessed by him.
“I don’t have protection.” His voice was guttural, muffled where it rested against the skin of her neck, his wicked fingers driving her wild.
“I’m clean. I’m on birth control,” she panted, pushing against his hand, needing more than just his fingers.
“Thank God,” he said, taking his finger away and using his knees to spread her thighs further apart. “I’m clean too, and I’m not waiting another second. Later, I might want you for dinner, but tonight, I need to be inside you. I need to feel you, completely.” He positioned himself by her wet and very ready entrance and in one swift thrust he was in.
* * *
Neither moved for what felt like an eternity, both savoring the moment they’d been waiting for, for so long. When he lowered his chest onto hers and began to move she wrapped her legs around him and dug her fingers into his hair.
It felt unlike anything he’d ever felt before. It was almost too much, the way her pussy felt, the way her body felt around his. . . .
“Fuck, Megan,” he grunted into her neck, as the old bed squeaked underneath them.
“Harder, Jackson.” She clawed his back as he thrust into her hard, her nails digging into his skin, urging him on.
He unwrapped her legs from behind him, lifted them straight up in the air, and held them as he moved inside of her. “Oh my god, Jax. Oh . . . oh . . .”
“Don’t you fucking come yet,” he demanded, slowing his pace, even though he was at the precipice and slowing down actually caused him pain. But he wanted to savor this moment, make it last as long as possible. “I’ve been thinking about this for years, Meg. Fucking years. In the desert, I jacked off to the memory of your tongue in my mouth and what I imagined this moment would feel like.”
Her pussy tightened around his cock like a vise. “I said not to come yet.” He stilled his thrusts and pinched her nipple.
“Jackson . . .” she moaned, almost pained, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her thighs shaking.
“How do you taste, baby? Sweet? Like honey? When I dream of your pussy, it’s sweet honey dripping down my chin while my tongue fucks you.”
“Oh God.” She arched up, but he held her hips down.
“Did you think of me?” he asked, fucking her slowly. Painfully slow.
“All the time,” she croaked.
“Did you touch yourself thinking of me?”
“All the time,” she repeated. “But my imagination wasn’t as good as this. Jax, I can’t hold it anymore.” Her body began to tremble, her pussy tightened even harder, and he couldn’t hold back any longer when he felt her coming over and over against his cock. He grunted a slew of incoherent words as he let go of her legs and pumped into her two more times before collapsing on top of her.
“Wow. Should’ve done that five years ago,” she said, blissfully and breathlessly.
“No, baby.” He kissed her forehead and forced himself to roll over next to her. He’d get up in a second, he promised himself, once he had feeling back in his legs and his brain. “I wouldn’t have let you go if we had.”
Megan just grunted in response.
When his heart stopped feeling like it was going to beat out of his chest, he kissed her lips and climbed out of bed. “And you needed to go on your own and do your thing,” he added from the bathroom, the sound of the storm brewing outside sounding loud inside the small motel room.
