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I don’t know why I’m being so brave, but with a surge of confidence and love for Jaxon, I open my mouth and s**k his thumb while looking him in the eye.
His jaw relaxes, and his eyes close right away when I s**k on him. His eyes are completely black when he opens them again. He grins at me like a predator.
“You don’t know what you’ve just begun.”
Then he jumps on top of them.
I don’t really know what I started until my arms are pinned above my head and my lips are being kissed hard. Jaxon’s body presses against mine, starting a beautiful friction. His left-hand holds both of my wrists still while his right-hand moves up and down my body.
He moves his hand to my waist and grips it tightly. Then he slowly moves it up until it reaches the hem of my shirt. His hand slips under the fabric, and the skin on mine feels so good that I’m almost moaning. His fingers lightly touch my ribs, and my back arches as a tingling feeling follows every touch.
He stops kissing me and grabs the bottom of my shirt to ask for permission without saying anything. I shyly nod my head and bend my back so that the shirt comes off easily and my new Periwinkle Victoria’s Secret bra is on display. This is the first time I’ve ever taken my shirt off in front of anyone other than my mom, and it feels really weird. The longer Jaxon looks at my body, the more self-conscious I feel. I try to move my wrists away from my head so I can cover myself, but Jaxon’s grip just gets tighter.
“Stop looking at me,” I say quietly, looking at him with shame. I’m not like the strong she-wolves that Jaxon trains all the time. My stomach is a little squishy, and I don’t have abs at all. You’d have to go to the gym to get those. I don’t get why Jaxon would look at me with hungry steel Jaxon eyes.
“Why would I do that? You’re so beautiful, baby.” His right hand starts to gently stroke my hips and stomach, making me feel like I’m going to tickle. I want a lot more friction than what he’s giving me, but he’s taking his time getting to know every curve and dip of my body. But I can’t give in to the feeling because I’m too insecure.
“I’m not…” I whisper, and Jaxon stops touching me right away. He hovers over me, his face level with mine again as he grits his teeth.
“What did you just say?” he says in a deadpan voice, but I can tell that what I said upset him. Why does he get so angry when he hears the truth?
“I’m not as pretty as the other werewolf girls in your pack. I don’t have abs or muscles or a flat stomach, and-”
He talks over me before I can say anything else bad about myself.
“And that makes you more beautiful.”
His words make my jaw drop. How could he possibly like me and my body more than those girls? I really don’t want to compare myself to the girls he’s talked to, but it’s hard when they all look like models and I don’t. Me.
“Baby,” he says in a stern voice. “You are the funniest, kindest, and sexiest woman I’ve ever met. I think you’re perfect. I can’t stand to hear you talk so badly about yourself. Why are you even comparing yourself to them? I’m in love with you.” He lowers his head and kisses me sweetly to make sure I understand what he means. He does make me feel better about myself. He thinks I’m perfect, and I don’t know why, but it makes me happy to hear him say it.
“Okay?” he mumbles against my lips and then kisses them again.
“Yes,” I say with a sigh before kissing him back with passion. I pull my hands out of his grip, and when I’m free, I grab the back of his neck and pull him even closer to me. He doesn’t complain about what I’m doing, and his lips keep moving with mine. As the kiss gets more passionate, his big hands move from my waist to just below my breasts. Jaxon pushes his thigh between my legs to make it rougher, and I let out a soft moan because it feels so good.
He squeezes my breasts lightly, and my moan makes him want to do it more. He touches me, and my back arches as he does. I’m not very experienced, but Jaxon seems to know just how to get me to react in certain ways. He pinches my nipples through my bra, and I groan in frustration. I want more.
Jaxon’s lips move away from mine as he kisses my jawline. He pulls my earlobe into his mouth and then lets it go with a small nip. He whispers, “Want me to make you feel good?” and then kisses the area right below my ear.
I quickly nod my head up and down, but Jaxon doesn’t like that answer. He starts sucking on my skin, then lets go and starts again in a different place.
“Please,” I whimper, wanting him to touch me in a way that will make me feel better. I know how good it can feel from last time, and I really need it again.
He listens to my begging and finally takes off my bra like a pro. He knows how to do that way too easily and way too quickly, but I’m not thinking about why or how he learned it—I’m just thankful right now. He immediately puts my left n****e in his mouth, and I gasp at how good it feels. His wet tongue moves around the bud, sending tingles straight to my core. I hold his hair tightly in my hands to encourage him to keep going. He growls at the pressure, bites down, then lets go and licks the spot to make it feel better.
I can’t help but gasp loudly at the experience, which was both painful and very enjoyable. He uses his other hand to squeeze and rub my other n****e between his thumb and pointer finger. I didn’t think someone could get this close to release with just a little bit of touching, but I was wrong. My breaths come out in short pants as I pull Jaxon’s hair tighter and tighter.
He stops playing with my nipples just when I think I’m going higher and higher. He kisses me wetly on the way down my stomach and down my back. He looks up at me and touches the hem of my jeans. He slowly unbuttons my pants, giving me a chance to stop him if I want to. He moves quickly to get rid of them when I don’t try to stop him. I only have my underwear on now, and I’m looking up at him with shy excitement.
I feel so open in front of him, but I’m not ashamed. No, I feel good about myself, even beautiful. Jaxon’s look at me makes me feel alive. With so much love and awe, his eyes follow my body. I just want to see and feel more of him.
I reach for the bottom hem of his shirt with some hesitation, and he smirks at me before helping me take it off. A God is hovering over me. He’s too perfect; his muscles look like they were cut out of stone. His chest is well-defined, his abs are so clear that I can easily count them, and the “V” that disappears under his pants makes me want to eat.
The scary man who is my boyfriend has me stuck in place. It’s very likely that I’m drooling right now. I’m pretty sure I’m making a face that I would call “embarrassing,” and he would call “cute” because of the smug look on Jaxon’s face.
He whispers, “I can’t get enough of you,” before kissing my lips. As our lips speed up, his tongue quickly goes into my mouth. It feels so good to have his warm skin against mine.
He kisses my chest and stomach, leaving a wet trail down until his mouth is right above the line of my underwear. He looks up at me again to make sure I’m okay with what he’s doing.
“Love, you can tell me to stop at any time. If you’re not comfortable or—”
“Just take them off already!” I yell, wanting him to touch me. I stop in my tracks when I realize how needy and demanding I sound. Jaxon just raises his eyebrows at my little outburst. His eyes have a mischievous glint that shows how he really feels about my outburst: he’s amused by how eager I am.
He lets me blush and stutter out an apology for about five seconds before he rips my panties off. He does it so easily that it feels like I’m tearing a piece of paper.
I want to complain about how aggressive and sexy he is when he rips my panties because they are brand new and very expensive for underwear, but as soon as he starts kissing me again, I forget what I am going to say.
He kisses a line down my chest and stomach again, but this time he doesn’t have anything to stop him. I push myself up on my elbows and freak out inside when I see where his face is going. My legs instinctively close because, well, his face is REALLY close to my no-no square.
That name fits this situation pretty well because if I had known this was going to happen today, I would have showered right before I saw him. But I went to class, got pulled through a portal into a musty old warehouse, and then took an Uber that may or may not have been clean to a hospital full of germs. I don’t smell good, and that area shouldn’t have anyone’s mouth on it. That’s it. So when my legs instinctively close and I try to tell him not to do that, I’m shocked when he only pulls my legs apart more and licks up my slit to get some of my excitement from earlier.
My hips jerk up in surprise at the new but very good feeling, and I lose my train of thought again. My stomach feels like it’s going to explode. I feel like I’m floating to another level of existence, and my mind is swimming as it becomes blurry from ecstasy.
He licks up and down my center, gathering my juices, and even though I’m gasping, he keeps going at the same steady pace. He moans into me, which makes me even wetter. I’ve never felt so dirty, so… sexually. I really like it. Jaxon is making me feel things I’ve never felt before, both emotionally and physically.