Worth Forgiving (MMA Fighter 3)
Page 25In a euphoric haze, I sense the activity around me, but my brain doesn’t register what’s happening until I hear the crinkle of a wrapper and feel the brush of Jax’s thick erection waiting patiently near my opening.
Hovering over me, Jax hesitates, one arm supporting his weight, the other hand brushes my hair from my face with a tender touch. “You okay, Angel?” he asks, true concern in his voice even though I should be the one asking if he’s okay after the marathon treatment he’s just delivered.
I nod, a goofy grin on my face, which apparently he finds amusing. Taking his time, he gently kisses around every inch of my lips, his tongue dipping in to mingle with mine leisurely. His smile is still firmly in place as he pulls his head back to look into my eyes. I lift my pelvis slightly under his weight, silently urging him to take me. He knows what I want and I watch as his eyes change from playful to hungry, filled with raw desire. “You want my c**k inside of you?” he groans.
I nod again. My thirst for this man is barely quenched even after what he’s already done to me. Keeping his eyes locked with mine, with a strong thrust of his hips, he finally sinks into me. Slowly. He’s long. And thick. I’ve never seen him naked before this so I don’t know what to expect. But whatever I expected, the reality blows the fantasy away. Painstakingly slow, he rocks into me a little at a time, stretching me unhurriedly, like he knows he needs to take his time, until the base of him is finally flush against me.
It feels heavenly. More than just him inside of me, I feel filled by him, possessed completely and totally connected. Like we’ve just shut ourselves off from the world and only the two of us exist. Together, as one.
He takes his time, giving me a chance to adjust to his wide girth, before he begins moving. Our fingers linked together tightly, he sets our rhythm. At first it’s slow and sweet. I wrap my legs tightly around him, allowing him to sink even deeper than he already is. I moan his name and Jax responds with a sound that can only be described as a growl. And then slow and steady goes out the window. Jax slams into me hard and fast, relentlessly pounding over and over until my furious grip on his back goes limp and both of us climax with a ferocious groan that he silences with a kiss.
***
I don’t remember falling asleep, but I wake completely tangled with Jax, our arms and legs wrapped around each other in a vice like grip. My head on his chest, I tilt my eyes up, expecting to find him still asleep, but he’s already awake.
“Morning,” he says in a low, gravelly morning voice that is sexy as all hell.
“Morning.” I smile at him and snuggle a bit closer. It feels so good. So right. I spent months with Caden and never wanted to spend the entire day in bed. Snuggling was just never my thing…until now.
“How long have you been up for?” I ask.
“Do you have to be somewhere?” I ask, quietly hoping he doesn’t.
“Nope. You?”
“It’s my day off from the gym. The uptown manager is covering for me today.” I pause. “Although I do need to do a little sketching at some point. I’m a bit behind because of all the extra hours I’ve been putting in at the gym with Joe away.”
Flipping me over onto my back in one swift move I didn’t see coming, Jax pulls the sheet covering my body down, sucking one nipple into his mouth. “You can sketch me.”
“I can, can I?” I tease, pretending he’s arrogant and I don’t really want to sketch him. Even though I’ve wanted nothing more than to capture his jaw line on paper since the first time I laid eyes on him.
“Yep.” He smiles, moving his attention to my other nipple and biting down until I yelp. “Naked.”
“What if I don’t want to draw you naked?”
“Then you can do other things to me naked.” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully.
“Hmm. Tough choice. I really do like to draw, what other things did you have in mind? I need a little more specifics before I can decide,” I tease.
“Let’s see…my c**k has so many ideas….” He slides two fingers inside of me.
“Good choice, Angel.”
***
If morning sex was always like we just had, I’d be anxious to get to bed every night, just to wake up. Sitting in my kitchen wearing nothing but tight black boxer briefs, Jax keeps me company as I finish up making us pancakes.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sixteen,” Jax answers without hearing my question.
“Sixteen what?” I’m almost afraid to ask.
“That’s the answer to your question.”
“But I didn’t ask a question yet.”
“Oh. I just assumed you were going to ask me how many times I thought I could service you in one day,” Jax grins as he speaks.
“Wiseass…wait, what? Sixteen?”
“I do.”
He reaches over to my plate and tears a piece of my pancake, bringing it to his lips, but falling short of stuffing it into his mouth. “Only one way to find out?”
“Let me guess. We give it a try?” I roll my eyes playfully.
“You got it.” He rewards me with a full dimpled smile.
My cell phone rings on the nearby counter. It’s the third time in an hour. I’m almost positive that it’s Caden, but I reach to grab it and check anyway. I hit REJECT and slide it back onto the counter.
Almost immediately, Jax’s phone starts ringing. “Guess we’re pretty popular.” He reaches down to his phone, finds his father’s name on the caller ID and hits REJECT with a clench of his jaw.
“So what’s the question?” He tries to resume our playful banter, even though I see the name on the screen has shifted his mood.
“How come you don’t fight professionally? Marco says you’re good enough.”
Jax arches an eyebrow, a satisfied boyish grin tilts upward at the corner of his mouth as he speaks, “Asked about me, did you?” He forks another bite of pancake from my plate.
Of course I did, but I hadn’t meant to let him know that. This man has seen every part of my body. Hell, he’s licked, sucked and nipped at most of it…you’d think I’d be past the point of shyness, yet I feel my face flush at being caught simply digging a little bit…asking about him.