Chapter 62

JAX

Any guywho hears those words from a woman and even thinks about responding… that guy is a fool and deserves to make love to his right hand for the rest of his life.

One look at Mila and I know exactly what she needs.

She's feeling things. A lot of things.

She feels alone. She feels empty. She's battling a sense of guilt that she knows isn't hers to battle.

I don't know if she's easily read or if for some reason I can easily read her myself.

Those sweet, dirty words slipping from her lips are like poetry… even though I'm not sure I've ever read a fucking poem in my life.

That doesn't matter.

What matters is this - I slide my right hand to the middle of her back and pull her into my dorm. I slowly shut the door and twist the lock.

I stare down at her and inch my mouth closer to hers.

My lips barely graze hers.

Her breath smells like sugary coffee.

A rush of blood flows down to my cock and I'm already pulsing with need.

I offer her one little kiss.

I'm not going to fuck her against the door. I'm not going to tear her clothes off piece by piece either. I'm not going to throw her down to the floor and get on top of her.

I know exactly what Mila wants.

What my girl needs.

I pick her up, facing me.

Her legs wrap around my body.

We don't need to speak to each other from now on.

I've got you, honey. You're all mine. I'll keep you safe. I'll keep you happy.

I take Mila to my bedroom and place her down on my bed.

I lower my mouth to hers and we kiss.

I let her control the kiss.

Slow. Soft. Almost sweet.

Our tongues synchronized together, like we're performing a show.

My right hand flirts with the bottom of her shirt. I climb up smooth, warm skin and cup my hand over her bra. I squeeze at her. Then I pull…

My fingertips touch her bare breast, her knotted nipple.

I'm done there for now.

My hand retreats down her body and into the front of her pants.

It's slow, but I have a purpose here.

I'm touching over her panties, on purpose, curling my fingers against her warm center.

Her hips rock against my touch.

I slowly move my mouth away from hers and down to her neck.

I kiss toward her right ear.

Now I speak to her.

"It's okay, honey," I whisper to her.

I'm not sure anything more needs to be said right now.

I move myself down her body.

She grabs for the covers on my bed and lets out a sigh of relief and excitement all mixed together.

I lift her shirt a little and kiss just above her belly button.

My right hand has moved out of her pants… but I grab her pants and panties tight. At the front of her body.

I pull them down as far as I can.

She's only slightly exposed now.

That's okay.

My lips make a trail down her belly. All the way to her soft, stubbly mound.

I kiss hard and loudly, gently suckling her skin to make sure she feels and hears me.

I growl and wrestle my tongue between her legs just a little.

The tip of my tongue curls and I pull, playing with her, but needing to taste her…

That first sweet hint of her pussy hits my tongue and it sends jolts throughout my body.

Mila lets out a groan and lifts her ass off the bed.

My hands move to her sides and I slowly strip her pants and panties down her body.

I move down with them.

Gently guiding.

Taking her shoes off. Her socks off. Her pants off. Her panties off.

She opens her legs for me, offering her glistening body.

I kiss her inner thigh. Over and over. Inching closer to her sweet desire.

Her scent fills my body, fills my fucking soul.

My hands grab her hips again and this time, move up.

I dig my fingers into her skin, making her wiggle and groan.

She sits up and I take her shirt off, with such graceful ease.

Mila quickly slides her right hand under my shirt, her nails scratching at muscle.

Her eyes meet mine and I realize something intense is happening here. Something deeper than we both want to admit.

I use one hand to take my shirt off.

I lower my mouth to hers again.

We kiss as I unhook her bra.

I help her slide her bra down her arms and drop it to the floor.

I guide her back down to the bed.

I keep kissing her.

Over and over.

I finally pull away from our kiss and look down at her perfect breasts.

Using just the middle finger of my right hand, I circle around her nipple.

I make it tighter, harder, standing just a little taller.

My teeth clench. My hunger reaches its apex.

I dip my mouth down to her left breast and take her.

Mila claws at my back and lets out a groan.

That same middle finger dances its way down her body, between her legs, sliding right into her melted center.

I hook my finger into her pussy for a moment and then up to her clit.

I circle around her. I play with her.

I feel her body jumping and shivering…

She starts to breathe heavier.

I flick at her clit with my finger.

My mouth eases away from her breast.

My tongue rolls around her nipple.

I know right where I have her.

Getting closer to the edge of climax.

I offer little kisses across her chest and move to her right breast.

This time I just nuzzle my nose against her nipple.

I move my finger from her clit.

I feel her nails sink deeper into my back.

As I bring my mouth back to hers, I quickly push my pants and boxer briefs down.

There is no more time to wait for Mila's body and pleasure.

I nestle myself right between her legs and instantly feel the swell of her heat attacking me.

Every muscle in the lower half of my back flexes tight.

I just want to fucking… fuck her…

But I don't do that.

Not yet.

No, not yet.

I position myself…

I press against her sweet body and feel her throbbing as she takes me.

She breaks our kiss and arches her back.

"Jax," she purrs. "Jax!"

I then sink into her.

One hard, long thrust and she's all mine.

Well, she takes all of me…

She locks her ankles around my body. Her nails dig even harder. I can feel skin starting to rip. I don't mind at all.

Her back arches, then straightens.

She looks at me and lifts herself, wanting me to kiss her.

I brush my lips against hers and I thrust even harder.

She bites my bottom lip and lets out a whimpering sound.

I can feel her starting to come already.

That's okay. It's perfect. We're just getting started.

I gently pull back and thrust forward again. And again.

And. Again.

And.

Again.

I'm slowly fucking her.

Memorizing her. Feeling her.

She comes hard and then slowly…

I'm holding her too.

My right arm wrapped around her body.

I need her close to me as I fuck her.

My left hand is flat on the bed, our only real support for balance.

But I've got it. I've got her. I've got us.

Mila pulls with her ankles against my lower back, wanting more.

I begin to thrust harder. Each pump of my body just a bit more than the previous one.

I'm really not sure what the hell we're doing right now to each other.

I refuse to think of this as making love.

I'm fucking her. I'm fucking Mila.

It doesn't matter even if it's slow and intense. It doesn't matter if my heart is racing more than I ever felt with someone before.

We're just fucking.

It cannot be any more than that.