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JAX
Chloe and I play this push-and-pull game on the couch. Her breasts are fighting with the buttons on her red silk blouse, and I can’t wait to grip them in my hands, tweak and pull and bite all manner of despicable things to her body. I don’t think she’d appreciate me ripping her skirt to shreds, but she makes me want to lose control even if she didn’t look sexy as hell in it. I’m not ashamed to admit I kept checking out her ass on the subway. My cock isn’t liking that I’m still in my slacks and shirt from work. My jacket and tie are the only things I managed to remove. By now, I’d usually be in sweats. I’ve never felt like this before with any other woman, ever since I found a way to feed this need. I had to control in a safe and controlled environment.
I keep pulling her skirt up, my hand wanting to travel even further up to feel her slick arousal on my fingers for the first time. I get her skirt halfway up her thighs before she widens her legs a little. That’s the only opening I need to push her back on the couch. My lips enjoy exploring her neck and mouth. I should want to savor my first time getting her naked. After all, I’ve waited so long. But she’s pushing me to my breaking point, and I’m not even a bit surprised.
She moans into my mouth, her hands moving to my chest. I miss her fingers scratching my head already. Her fingers go to the buttons on my shirt. I stop her, putting my hand on her wrist. I need to get some of this control back.
I pull away to look down at her, her lips red and swollen from our kisses. I instantly had visions of my cock fucking her mouth, and those kissable lips were swollen even more from my pounding. Her chest is rising and falling in arousal. I need to check I’m not moving too fast. We’ve just had a heavy-ish conversation. If this were any other woman, I’d have ripped her blouse in half by now, her tits would be on full display, and I’d have fucked her mouth or her cunt with not a care in the world. But this is Chloe. What she’s told me in the last twenty-four hours is forcing me to change the pace I want to go.
“I’m only going to ask you this once. You sure…”
“Jax, I want this. If you use that strong hand and continue to move my skirt higher, you’ll see just how much I want this.”
Fuck!
I stand up, running my fingers through my hair. Confusion passes over her for a second before I reach down and pull her up. Holding her to my chest, I carry her to my bedroom. I needed that moment to rein in the other side of me.
I throw her into the middle of the bed. She laughs as I unfasten my shirt. Her eyes follow my hands, so I slow down. I have her mesmerized. I pull the shirt off and work on the belt. Slowly moving the black leather through the gold buckle, I pull it through the loops in my pants. There are so many things I want to do with this belt.
She bites her lip as she watches. Not once has she looked at my face. Her eyes have stayed fixed on the belt in my hands. I wrap part of the belt around my hand, snapping it taut, the sound crackling loudly in the room.
I laugh as I pull my pants down and kick them out of the way. My cock is fighting to break free from my boxer briefs. I rub my hand over the goods, cupping my balls and squeezing them. I’m not sure who I’m tormenting more, her or me.
“I feel overdressed,” she whispers, her voice husky with need. Finally, she’s looking up at my face. She starts to unfasten the buttons on her silk blouse. I shake my head ‘no.’
“Come here.” I hear the need in my voice.
I pull her up off the bed. I want her to put on a show as I’ve just done for her. I pull her against me, and there is no way, in hell, that she can’t feel my arousal. I kiss her before switching places and lying in the middle of the bed. I move further up, so my pillows are propping up my head so I can enjoy the view even more. I put my hands behind my head, getting myself comfortable.
She has a confidence about herself now. This is the same person who can keep people’s attention in a courtroom. She slowly opens the buttons, her delicate fingers taking care of the small red buttons, her body moving to a tune she’s obviously playing in her head. It’s hot as hell. I’m going to want her to do this again!
She pulls the blouse off her shoulders and lets it drop to the floor. She bites on her finger, all coy.
I rub my hand over my cock again.
Chlo turns around and slowly pulls the zipper of her skirt down at the back, painstakingly slow. She looks over her shoulder as she pulls it all the way before she lets it pool at her feet. Her ass looks great in the thong she’s wearing. She unfastens her bra, still with her back to me. She dramatically holds it out and lets it drop to the floor. No care at all about the creases that are bound to be there as a result of her haphazard dropping of the clothes.
I sit up on the edge of the bed and pull her between my legs, with her back still to me. She whelps as I turn her around, her breasts at perfect eye level. I take one of them in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the nipple as it hardens with every brush of my tongue. She has perfect breasts.
Her hands sink into my hair again. I moan as her fingers run through it, scratching at my scalp. I really like it when she does that.
I grab onto her hips and put a finger under the elastic at her hips. Her eyes look down at me like lasers. Pulling her thong down slowly, I look up, and she’s smiling down at me.
“Let’s see if you were telling me the truth,” I say as I move my thumb to her cunt. Of course, I already knew she was telling me the truth. I can smell her arousal.
She jumps the second my thumb touches her clit. A moan escaped her.
“Someone’s on edge.”
I run my thumb along her slit, her wetness covering my finger. I rub in her arousal, using it as a lubricant on her nub. She fidgets in front of me.
She tenses as I kiss up her stomach before slowly relaxing again. She’s on edge! And it’smyjob to give her what she needs.
Chloe has her head back, looking up at the ceiling as she holds herself up with her hands still on my head.
“Chlo, eyes on me when you cum.”
