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I t’s two in the morning by the time we retreat to the bedroom, my body exhausted but my soul invigorated from our conversation.

“Thank you,” I say quietly, “for everything you’re willing to do for me.”

“You don’t need to thank me, love,” he whispers as he stands in front of me, his arms holding me against him. “Though I think I need to help you remember something.”

“What’s that?” I murmur.

“That there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“Show me then,” I whisper as he pulls me even closer.

Jax doesn’t hesitate, immediately guiding me further back onto the bed. Warmth radiates onto my skin as he hovers above me, his forearms pressed into the mattress beside my head as his lips dance along mine. His tongue claims my mouth as his, like his soul has claimed mine, every inch of my body belonging to him.

I smile as he nips gently at one of my lips, the combination of pleasure with a bite of pain sends sparks through me, and desire builds within me.

It’s been too long since I last had him. Weeks of torturous flirting and phone sex, a need deep within me longing to be filled by only something he can offer. But each time I mention it, each time I try and tempt him off the other end of the line and back into the bedroom, he declines, insisting on going slowly, waiting for the right time, wanting to make sure he’s not rushing me back to bed.

But I want him. Every inch of my being wants him.

I wrap my legs around his waist, lifting myself into him, shamelessly wanting more friction between my thighs. His kisses pause for a moment as his smile rests against my lips and he trails his rose-tattooed hand down the length of my body, over my clothes and between my legs.

“You know, this would be a lot better if we got rid of these pants.” He nips at my lips one last time before pushing off me and kneeling between my legs.

He peels off my pants slowly, tossing them to the floor before doing the same with my underwear, his fingers gently moving the black lace down my legs, before grabbing a hold of his own shirt and lifting it over his head. A need settles deep within me as I take in the sight before me, one that will never lose the ability to take my breath away: him on his knees in front of me, his body rippling with muscles and covered in dark tattoos.

He rubs his hands over my legs, his callused palms rough against my sensitive skin in the best way possible, as his fingers trail higher and higher towards my core.

He grazes his hand across my pussy, and I feel arousal pool where his fingers trail across me, before lowering his head between my legs and licking his lips.

He rests one of his hands on my lower stomach and my breathing catches as he inserts one finger, then two inside of me, moving them rhythmically and hitting just the right spot. I close my eyes as I arch into the sensation, but before I can sink into the pleasure he’s giving me, he stops.

I open my eyes, looking at him questioningly.

“Eyes on me, love,” he purrs. “You close your eyes and I stop what I’m doing. I want you watching everything I do to this perfect pussy.” He trails his tongue between my folds, and it takes everything I have not to throw myself back on the pillow, every bit of willpower to keep my eyes open.

I know what he’s doing, know why he wants me to keep my eyes open, keep my eyes on him: so I can’t see anything but him in this moment, so my mind can’t replay any of the memories that have haunted me for weeks. And for this—for him and his unwavering understanding—I am so, so grateful, and I melt into his touch even more.

I prop myself up on my elbows as he trails his tongue over me again, taking his time as he explores every part of me, before his mouth finds my clit, and I moan his name like I need it to breathe.

His mouth consumes me, devouring every inch of me, licking, sucking, and nipping over my most sensitive spots before his tongue dips inside of me.

My whole body tightens as a familiar rush of pleasure starts to build within me, his eyes never leaving mine, flames of desire sparkling as he looks up at me. My fingers dig into the sheets beneath me, and I press myself firmly into his mouth as I arch back, and just as I’m about to relinquish myself to the ecstasy that’s pulling me under, he stops.

“Eyes on me, love.” His voice is a soft growl and I open my eyes, not realizing I had shut them.

The look he gives me is one of smug satisfaction as he licks his fingers, wet with my need for him, and I groan in disbelief as my orgasm moves just out of reach with his hands and mouth no longer on me.

He gives me a devilish smile before reaching for me, pulling me towards him and crushing his mouth against mine, the taste of me mixed with the familiar taste of him.

He pulls me close before flipping us so I’m on top of him, my body pressing into his.

One hand grabs my ass, while the other wraps behind my neck, pulling me even closer to him.

“You know what to do up here, love,” he whispers seductively, as his hands encourage me to move towards his head. I’m hesitant, still not completely at ease with being up here, even as memories of my first time doing this come flooding back, and my body is alight with anticipation knowing just how good he can make me feel.

He pauses for a moment, looking me straight in the eye. “You, and only you are in control right now, love. If you want to stop, you can stop. If you want to keep going, keep going. And if you want my suggestion, I’ll give it to you.”

“What’s your suggestion?” I ask breathily.

“I suggest you ride my face until you come on my tongue.”

I flush in response to his words, and decide to listen to him, moving up his body slowly. I position myself so his head is between my thighs and I’m hovering above his face.

“And if you can’t breathe?” I ask, still unsure since the first time we did this together.

“Then let me drown,” he growls.

He pulls my hips down onto him, his mouth finding the perfect spot immediately, and I dissolve into him as no part of me escapes his tongue.

His hands stay on my thighs, gently caressing my skin as he pulls me into him even more, devouring me as if he needs me to live. I sink down on him, letting him guide my body as I chase my own release, my body alight with desire, his tongue the only thing I can focus on.

He tilts his head up ever so slightly. “Now, be a good girl and come on my face.”

He dives back in and doesn’t come up for air. Not until I’m screaming his name, my orgasm pulling me under and into depths of pleasure I didn’t realize were possible.

He lays me down on the bed gently, as I try and catch my breath, my heart racing. Only a few seconds pass before he stands up, pulling me softly towards the bottom of the bed, so my legs are hanging off the edge. I look at him questioningly, wondering what exactly he has planned, wondering if I’m finally going to get to have all of him again.

His eyes dance with arousal as he drops to his knees in front of me, his fingers running idly over my now sensitive skin, as he inches closer to me.

“I would gladly spend my entire life on my knees for you if it meant I could bring you even a fraction of the pleasure you bring me simply by existing.”

I melt into his words and into his mouth, as his tongue sweeps over me, inside of me, until I’m once again calling out his name and clawing at the sheets.

Jax makes me shatter on his tongue over and over again, until I can barely summon a thought amidst the pleasure as it wracks through my body, exhausting me until I’m little more than a panting mess under his touch.

Finally, he crawls onto the bed, lying beside me as his hands roam my body. I can’t think of anything right now, can’t summon any words except his name on my lips, and can’t focus on anything except the sound of my own breathing, rapid and yet oddly peaceful.

“When I die, I better end up in a place that has you between my thighs,” I murmur against his chest, inhaling the smell of him.

He lets out a laugh, and between half-closed eyes I see the smile that forms on his lips as a type of satisfaction crosses his features.

I close my eyes fully, letting myself relax into him, and the last thing I remember is the sound of his breathing and the feel of his fingers moving in idle circles across my skin.