A reward for all my loyal readers, enjoy, but be warned, this is M, M, M okay! And damn Belle, I can't believe you reviewed so fast. Last chap was up for what 30 minutes, lol! LOVE it, this one is for you dear because I know the next chapter is going to hurt you…

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Their first time together was shy and awkward, and not even Jax's super confidence could save the situation. They said "I LOVE YOU" every chance they got. He had gotten use to saying the words and couldn't keep the little smile off his face after he said it. Tara loved those moments, thinking this is the real Jax. When he smiled like that, she was seeing his heart.

They had started coming to meadow regularly after that blissful, starry night. He brought a blanket this time, and she was lying on her back, t-shirt riding up just a bit, exposing her tattoo. He was tracing lazy circles on her back and playfully dipped his fingers into the waistband of her jeans.

"You know, I love this place," said Jax, placing a kiss on the black wing of the crow.

"I did too. Loved it here as a kid."

He got up suddenly, pulling his knife from his side and started chipping into the tree. She giggled as she watched him work. His face was pulled in concentration, and his tongue was sticking out of the corner of his mouth. She didn't think he could be any more perfect.

"There, now it's official," he said, stepping aside to reveal, J.T. and T.K. 4ever.

"Forever, huh. Seems like a long time."

"Well, I figured that you did go to jail for me, and then you stood up to my mother," he joked, "you're definitely whipped."

She pounced on him, straddling his body and grabbing a hold of his arms. "Whipped, huh?" she said, and then she pushed down with her pelvis and sort of ground down on him. He hissed and bucked up uncontrollably as she laughed at the shocked look on his face.

"Who's whipped now?" she said smugly, as she felt him harden instantly beneath her.

"Tara," he warned, "I don't know if you're-"

"I'm ready," she said, cutting him off, "I'll always be ready for you." With that, she bent down and licked deeply into his mouth. He moaned and massaged her tongue with his. When she started to relax a bit, he flipped them over, settling himself between her legs. He palmed her breasts, and eyed her appreciatively as she pulled off her top. Looking around to make sure there were no intruders, the road was deserted, he plunged down into her décolleté, licking a trail around her bra.

She arched up to meet him and started to squirm in anticipation. He pulled off his shirt and she undid her bra, and they met in a collision of chests, both heartbeats thundering so loud, they could feel each other. He stopped and looked into her eyes, his hair falling down and tickling her forehead. She thought he was going to ask her if she was sure, and started to roll her eyes, but instead he blurted out, "I love you."

"I love you, too." They both were breathless, and where their movements had been fast and frenzied, they started to slow down and really feel the moment. This was going to be important, the most important thing for both of them.

He unbuttoned her pants and slid them off, taking her panties with them. He pulled her legs apart and placed slow, burning kisses on her hip bones, caressing his cheek against her pelvis. She was massaging her hands through his head, holding her breath in anticipation. They had fooled around before, but nothing compared to this, and she knew there would be no going back. She could feel their love for each other punctuate every movement, every touch, and it was overwhelming her in the best possible way.

Jax didn't know what made her so different from all the other girls. The mechanics were essentially the same. Fucking was fucking, so why did this feel different? The fact that this would be her first time made him feel like he should make this special for her. He wanted her to like this, to make her feel pleasure. He would express himself on her body doing what words couldn't do, and explain what his mouth could never articulate. He loved her. With every fiber of his being, he loved her, and he would spend the rest of his life making it known. For Jax it was his first time too, making love.

She thought she would go crazy as he trailed his tongue in lazy, languid strokes, barely flicking the outside of her intimate parts. He flicked his tongue against her clit, teasing her. She twitched and started to groan in frustration. He chuckled and did it once, twice, and three more times before she balled up her fists and actually growled at him. She lifted up her head to give him a piece of her mind before he pressed his face into her, and OHGOD, his tongue!

Now he was full on stroking her lips and her labia, dipping in quickly to taste her core. She was impossibly wet, and he lapped her up, relishing her womanly oils. She was coming, and he was the only thing anchoring her down. She cried out as he stopped abruptly, but silenced herself as she realized he was unbuckling his pants. He freed his erection, and she had to marvel at his beauty. My Romeo, she thought. He quickly pulled her back to him and set his mouth back to work, this time inserting his fingers into her slick folds.

She had come down from her impending climax, and was frustrated that she may have lost it. But when he started pumping his fingers into her, she felt that dull ache building up again, and God if it wasn't more intense. His tongue was undulating into her clit and she felt herself breaking apart as she exploded. She practically screamed through her orgasm and Jax moved his face up to hers, swallowing her cries with his mouth. She could taste herself on him as she slowly came down from her high, his fingers still moving inside of her.

"I love you," he said again, looking her in the eyes. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed his impressive erection, poised at her entrance. She was still too wired to let out a coherent reply, and instead pulled his mouth into hers, forcing her to feel what her heart was trying to say. She nodded slightly, and he slowly and gently started to push himself into her. It burned, but she was lubricated enough that the pain was tolerable. He stopped halfway, resisting the urge to plunge into her and fuck her senseless. He watched her bite her lip as he pushed past her barrier, shushing her and making soothing sounds and broke down her walls, mentally and physically. Wonder spread across his face as he watched he pain turn into pleasure, and then finally wonder like his own.

He set forth a slow and driving pace, groaning at the tight wetness that surrounded him. He palmed her breasts and nuzzled her neck, loving the way her chest heaved as she breathed. He set the pace faster as she felt the butterfly pulsations around his dick. He moved his mouth to take in her breast, rolling his tongue around her nipple.

She was going to come again, and he wouldn't be left behind. He pulled almost completely out, grinning as she whimpered-whimpered! Before she could ask what he was doing, he pushed back in using the force of his hips to drive into her. She moaned out loud and started bucking against him in wanton pleasure, and so he did it again. And again.

She was tightening even more around him and she started pulling him against her, hands on his buttocks trying to take him in further. He thrust in again feeling that familiar electricity along his spine as his own release drew closer. He pressed his thumb against her clit and she cried out, hips spasming against his as she came. Her pulsating walls were too much and he started rolling into her hard. "I love you," she screamed, and that sent him over the edge, and suddenly he was coming and forcing his mouth against hers as they soared together, riding out the waves of their love. They were above the clouds, lost in each other in their own little world. It may have been hours before they both climbed back down, his body collapsed on top of hers as she rubbed her hands through his back and up into his scalp.

He kept thinking that he'd found his Juliet. He'd obtained that storybook love that he could not have conceived of existing. It was better than anything he could have ever imagined and he was overwhelmed with everything that was Tara. But in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but think that in the end Juliet died, and that not every story had a happy ending.

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