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He looks down at me, his fingers trailing along the inside of my thigh, higher and higher. “Do you trust me?” He reaches the center of me, light feathery strokes that tease my damp folds while his thumb finds my clit again, circling it slowly.
“Yes.” I’m half out of my mind, my hips rocking against the pressure of his thumb on my clit. The feel of his fingers teasing my entrance as maddening and it is arousing. “Please, Jaxon. I need—”
His long, wide finger enters me from behind and I gasp when I feel it press against the barrier of my virginity.
“Ohhh,” I moan, the sudden, heavy pressure of his finger inside me almost more than I can bare. Within the space of a breath, I’m so close to coming I can feel my whole body begin to shake. “Jax—”
“Shhh…” He starts to move inside me, stroking me, slow and deep, pushing against me. Stretching me. “It’s okay.” He pulls out of me and when he enters me again, it’s with two fingers. “I want you to come, Claire. I want it to be good for you.” I make a strange sound in the back of my throat when he starts to move again—half whimper, half gasp—the heat of it, spirals down my spine to pool between my thighs.
He adds another finger. “Shit,” he growls when I let out a sharp gasp, teetering on the border between pleasure and pain. “Are you okay?” He goes still, staring down at me, his gaze dark and unreadable. “Am I hurting you?”
Yes, but not enough to make me what to stop. It hurts, but not as much as it feels good. “Don’t stop,” I say softly, leaning up to lick at his mouth, his slightly parted lips, loving the way he groans my name. “Please, Jaxon, I don’t want you to stop.”
“Jesus…” He groans softly. Starts to move again, in and out of me. “You have no idea how good you feel. How long I’ve wanted this.” Each stroke pushing me. Stretching me, until the pain fades and I’m panting and moaning, my hips rocking against the hot, unrelenting pressure of his fingers fucking me. Getting me ready.
The orgasm hits me fast and hard. “Ohmygod,” I cry out, my hands fisting in his shirt, while my pussy flexes and clenches around the fingers he has buried inside me.
Before I have time to catch my breath, Jaxon pulls his fingers out and lowers himself to take my mouth in the kind of kiss that leave you breathless, his mouth devouring me, slanting against mine, again and again, his tongue licking and swirling until I’m dizzy and everything tilts.
Suddenly, I‘m under him, his hips between my thighs, his hands pressed into the bed on either side of my head, holding himself up to keep from crushing me.
“Again.” He whispers it in my ear before pressing his lips against the soft skin behind my ear. “I want you to come again,” he says, his mouth and tongue, licking and kissing their way down the length of my throat. My collarbone. Between my breasts. Taking one in his hand he cups it, circling its swollen nipple with his tongue before capturing it between his lips, sucking and nipping it with his teeth until I’m gasping and moan.
“Jaxon, please…” I whimper, eyes closed, the back of my head dug into the pillow. “I need—” I don’t know what I need. All I know is I feel empty. Achy. My skin is too tight. Too hot. I lift my hips off the mattress, grinding my pussy against any part of him I can reach.
More.
I need more.