Afterburn

say anything for the pleasure he could give.
    He held me pinned at the thighs, his mouth on my throbbing sex, his tongue licking leisurely. The velvety strokes over my clit had me gasping, the need for an orgasm so fierce I was drenched in sweat, my legs vibrating from the strain.
    “Please,” I begged hoarsely, squeezing my heavy breasts, the tips swollen and tender from the long minutes he’d spent drawing on them with slow, measured pulls of his mouth.
    His silky hair brushed over my skin. He lifted his head. “Please what, baby?”
    “Ah, God... Make me come.”
    “Just a little more.”
    “Please!” I pushed my hand between my legs, desperate to bring myself off.
    He nipped at my fingers and I cried out, panting.
    His head lowered, his tongue tracing the swollen folds. He circled my clit, then rimmed the trembling opening below.
    I grabbed his head, holding him to me, struggling to lift my hips to his mouth. Jax was too strong, restraining me easily, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. He suckled gently, moving slowly along the length of my cleft, giving me just enough pressure to drive me insane.
    “Let me turn around,” I gasped. “Let me suck you.”
    His chuckle was filled with such wicked amusement it sent goose bumps racing across my skin.
    And then he thrust his tongue inside me.
    “Jax!”
    He cupped my butt and lifted me, angling me into his working mouth. His tongue fucked me swiftly, the shallow plunges into my trembling sex driving me hard toward orgasm. His growl vibrated against my clit, his pleasure feeding my own.
    I clutched at his hair, moaning, digging my heels into the mattress to rock against his lips.
    “Don’t stop,” I sobbed, so close, my entire body tingling.
    Jax surged onto his knees, elevating me. My legs spread wide, giving him limitless access. He devoured me, so hungry and greedy. I couldn’t breathe for the pleasure. The frenzied licking against sensitive tissues overloaded my senses. I watched him, as he’d meant for me to. The sight of his dark head between my thighs, the rapid-fire flickering of his tongue, the beauty of his biceps hardened from supporting my weight...unbearably erotic.
    He was gorgeous. Everything I’d ever wanted. And the fierce need that etched his face warned that his demands would take me to the edge before he was through with me.
    Another low moan broke from my dry throat. “Oh, Jax...I’m going to come.”
    “Wait,” he ordered. “I want you milking my dick when you lose it.”
    I gave a clenched-teeth scream of frustration as he lowered me to the bed and reared, snatching up a condom and ripping it open. He was sheathed and coming over me a heartbeat later, but it was too long. I had no patience. I caught him in the cage of my arms and legs, pulling him to me, lifting to him.
    He allowed me to drag him down, his palms flat on the bed by my shoulders, his biceps thick and hard. He reached between us with one hand, fisting his penis and stroking the wide crest through my slickness. I gasped and his eyes darkened, his cheeks flushing as he notched into the grasping opening to my sex.
    “Jax,” I growled in warning.
    He thrust hard, sinking deep in one lunge, wrenching a cry from me as I fell hard into orgasm. Neck arched and eyes squeezed shut, I lay taut as the pleasure pulsed through me, my core tightening on the powerfully thick cock inside me.
    “Fuck, yeah,” he groaned, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets and pumping that long, rigid column of flesh into my quaking body. The climax grew, spurred by the rhythmic blows of his pelvis into my clit...the feel of his erection plunging relentlessly.
    I writhed, helpless, lost to him, struggling to hang on to the part of my soul that wanted to surrender.
    “That’s it, baby.” Jax’s lips were at my ear, his breath hot and quick. “Dig those claws into me.”
    My nails were grasping at his sweat-slicked back, feeling the muscles flex as his body worked to service mine. His buttocks tensed and released beneath my calves, his thighs bunching and powering the drives of his hips.
    His teeth sank into my earlobe and he groaned, his rock-hard abs contracting against my stomach, his sweat and mine sealing us together.
    “Those noises you make,” he gasped. “God...they make me so hard.”
    And he was. Like stone.
    “So g-good.” I swallowed past a dry throat. “Jax...it’s so good.”
    “You were made for me,” he said fiercely. “No one else, Gia. You’re mine.