Chapter 5

5

TESS

T he pain was getting easier to take.

I kept telling myself I just needed to push past it, but every time I felt a little brave, I went too far and pain shot through me. I closed my eyes and focused on the feel of Jax's hands moving over my breasts. The moisture that spread to my pussy as a result made it easier.

Maybe he sensed that his touch was helping. Or maybe he just felt how wet I was getting. Whatever the case, I soon felt his finger on my clit, massaging it as I bounced gently on him. I didn't dare open my eyes as sensations flowed through me, reminding me just how good he'd made me feel earlier. I wanted to feel that again.

And soon enough, I got my wish. Heat spiraled out from my clit to the rest of my body. I gasped and gripped his shoulders even harder. Even though my eyes were closed, I felt him watching me, his stare warming my body. Did he like the sight of me on top of him, my breasts bouncing with each movement? Did that turn him on even more?

That thought pushed me straight toward orgasm, the pain forgotten as I tightened around his cock. As the waves began to subside, I was aware that at some point I'd sunk even deeper on him, although I still had barely gone past the first few inches.

Finally, I opened my eyes and found myself locked in a stare with this man. He'd held out for me, and that meant more to me than I would've imagined. But it was his turn now, and I was determined to make it as good for him as it'd been for me.

He put his hand behind my neck and pulled my face toward his so he could kiss me. It was a deep, passionate kiss that told me just how much he wanted me. An involuntary moan escaped, and that seemed to ignite something in him. His other hand settled on my waist, and he guided me up and down, still not going too deep, but moving at a pace much faster than I'd gone before.

Suddenly, he broke the kiss and said in a raspy tone, "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

I shook my head and, as if to demonstrate just how little it was hurting, forced myself deeper. The pain was gone, but it was still uncomfortable. In time, I'd stretch to accommodate him and our bodies would fit together like pieces of a puzzle.

His eyes drifted closed, his jaw still clenched. I kept my eyes on him as I moved. He was gripping both hips and soon, he held me still above him as he slid in and out, careful not to go too deep but moving faster and faster.

And then he cried out, the sound carrying through the night air just as mine had minutes earlier. That made it clear to me just how hot this was—the two of us out in the middle of the water, me riding him with both of us as naked as the day we were born. We could be seen at any moment by a boat drifting by. Yes, he'd said this was a private pond, but I'd keep the fantasy tucked away in my mind for later.

When it was over, he stilled but pulled me close, holding me and making me feel cherished, wanted. Soon enough, I'd feel loved.