Warning: Smut!
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"Love me, Jackson!"
It feels like it's been forever since she's said those beautiful words to him, but it only takes him a split second to react to them.
His lips greedily crush onto hers while his hands unwrap the scarf from around her, letting it carelessly fall away, then almost frantically yanks off her jacket, slipping it off of her arms, and by doing so leaving her no choice but to abandon her mission to undo his belt.
Instead, she begins to unbutton his jacket now, and he's helping her, before dropping his arms to his side, so she can slip it off of him more easily. Then they both try to unbutton his blue plaid shirt, hurriedly, and look at one another smiling when they both reach for the same button repeatedly, probably getting more in each other's way than making actual progress like that.
But eventually, they achieve their mutual goal, his shirt hits the floor, and Tara's hands reach out to his bare chest, fingertips gliding over his naked skin, the tattoos on his chest, before her arms wrap around him, pulling him closer, and they get lost in yet another kiss.
But then her lips leave his lips, and travel down his throat now, kissing, and teasing away, and then her hands finally drop back down to finish their work on his belt, and jeans.
At the same time, Jax is slowly caressing her breasts over the silver paillette-covered fabric of her dress, kneading, and enjoying the fullness of them against his hands. Then he lets his hands travel down, and curve around her hips, and even further cupping her ass, before he abruptly pulls her closer to him when she nibbles at a particularly sensitive spot along the crook of his neck.
She's finally managed to open the belt, and is just about to reach for the button on his jeans, when Jax suddenly picks her up, leaving her no choice than to part her legs for him as he lifts her thighs around his waist, once again putting a sudden halt to all her efforts to further undress him.
She wraps her arms around his neck instead, clinging onto him, their eyes meet now, locked on each other, chest heaving with labored breathing, before their lips meet in a scorching kiss while he slowly carries her the few feet over toward the queen-sized bed.
Jax's left arm is wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her securely against him, but he breaks up the kiss while the other hand that was beneath her ass now reaches out for the bedspread, yanking it up, and off of the bed in one fast, rather impatient, and almost violent manner.
His lips are back on hers when he slowly crawls onto the bed with her clinging to him, one arm still firmly around her while he braces himself with the other one, the mattress slightly dipping down beneath their combined weight but neither seems to give a damn when he gently lays her down, and pulls away from the kiss again to look at her, look at all of her lying beneath him. Like a present, he can't wait to unwrap!
His arms are to the left and right of her, bracing himself, hovering over her, and his eyes taking all of her in. The heaving ragged breathing of hers, those red lips, swollen from kissing him all night and just begging to be kissed some more, and those bedroom eyes finally matching the greedy look of his own, while her hands gently reach up to him, palms pressed flat against his bare chest.
And God only knows why he suddenly decides to take his sweet time now, when he's longed and waited for this moment for so long, ... practically since she was loaded into that ambulance the night she almost died.
Tara tries to pull him closer again, but instead, he pulls away, and sits back on his haunches, smirking back at her when he sees the disappointment that flashes in her eyes, before he takes one of her legs, bends it further at the knee, unzipping the small zipper on her black high-heeled shoe, then slowly pulls it off and tosses it aside. Then he moves on to the next, doing the same, never breaking eye contact with her, making a show of the way he tosses it over his shoulder with a smile, kissing the top of her barefoot now, and causing a small chuckle to escape from Tara's throat because of it.
But then the look in his eyes turns more serious again when he begins to push and tug her long top further up, past the waistband of her jeans, leaving a small gap of naked skin between the two garments, and leans forward just enough to kiss her there now, letting his hands trail over her bare skin as well, all while he takes his time to unbutton, and unzip her jeans.
Tara arches against him, wanting more contact, biting her lip to suppress a moan. Her eyes are closed now, and her hands run through his short-cropped hair, temporarily missing the longer strands that are easier to grasp onto during moments like these, when he is kissing his way down below her belly button.
She isn't sure what is driving her more insane at the moment, his hands and lips on her skin, or the way he is so obviously drawing it out to undress her now. And she can't help but wonder for a moment if this is his version of payback for holding out on him for as long as she did. Damn him, and his sudden self-control!
Tara's ready to take matters into her own hands when she reaches down, trying to take her own clothes off, but again, he stops her, shaking his head no. "I'll do it, Babe." He says, just as she can finally feel him tugging on the waistband of her jeans. She's looking down toward him, meeting his blue eyes that seem much darker in this lighting, and he smirks like the devil himself when she arches up just enough for him to pull the stretchy fabric of denim down her hips.
He sits back once more, and Tara props up on her arms now, watching him as he slowly pulls the stretchy material of her skinny jeans passed her feet and off of her legs, one long leg at a time, and again, he's doing it so deliberately slow, before he tosses the garment aside near the foot of the bed.
He's still looking right at her when he holds out his hand to her now, and she takes it, letting him pull her up to a sitting position. He frames her face for a moment, kissing her hard and thoroughly, before his hands move down her shoulders, gliding all the way down her arms to her hands on his chest, before he lifts them slowly up over her head.
Tara is only too happy to oblige to this, her heart beating out of her chest, leaving her arms raised up in the air even while he drops his own hands back down, because she's got a pretty good idea what he's going to do next. And she's right when he grabs a hold of the hem of her long stretchy top, and slowly begins to pull the piece of clothing off of her. It's a small miracle in itself that none of the hundreds of tiny pieces of paillette are getting caught in her hair in the process, just merely pulling a little on a strand here, and there when he pulls it over her head.
He drops the shimmery top somewhere on the bed beside them, his eyes focused solely on her bare breast now, and it's Tara's turn to smirk back at him and the look of longing in his eyes, hoping this will move things along now, when he drinks in the image of her in nothing but her black lacy panties.
She reaches out now, again going for the fly of his jeans, but just like before he stops her before she can even so much as undo the top button. He presses her back down onto the bed, flat on her back while he practically crawls back between her legs and right on top of her.
His lips first find hers, kissing her passionately while his hands take turns caressing each breast, flicking his thumb over her nipple, teasing the already hard nubs over and over, while his pelvis grinds against hers, enticing the already pooling need for him some more, all the while Tara's practically clawing at his back, trying to get him even closer.
She finally tries to reach between them, a desperate attempt to undo his fly, not liking the fact that he's still wearing way too much clothing at the moment, especially in comparison to herself.
But Jax won't let her, he puts a stop to all of her efforts again when he grabs both her wrists, and with one hand pins them above her head instead. His face hovers right above hers, blue eyes boring into her hazel-green ones, their lips almost close enough to touch when he speaks, sounding raspy with need himself, "Not yet, Babe."
The sheer strength of him, that he can hold both her arms down with just one hand, it frustrates her and turns her on all in the same breath. Tara hastily lifts her head just to let her teeth nip at his plump bottom lip, and then he leans down, and kisses her, tongues caressing one another, and her arms struggling against his grip for a moment, before she gives up the fruitless fight and surrenders to him again instead. They kiss like this for a long moment, deep and passionately, his erection straining against his jeans, and she can feel it against her with every thrust of his still fully clothed hips.
"Jax." She lets out a strangled moan against his lips now, pleading for him to do more, and he has to admit that he loves the lust-filled sound in the way she said his name, but he won't give in to her just yet.
"Shhhhhhh..." He shushes her, pulling away from the kiss now, and actually lets go of her arms still pinned above her head when he begins to kiss his way down her body now. His hand is gripping her hair now, angling her head back a little so he can place kisses along her jaw and down her throat, his light-blond five o'clock shadow isn't visible, but it's there, and she can feel it scratching deliciously against her skin.
Tara bites her lip again, trying not to moan, and for a moment he wants to remind her that there are no kids across the hall, no reason to hold back, but at the same time it turns him on to watch her struggle too. He looks at it almost like an unspoken challenge now to get her to lose all control here tonight.
So he's taking his time, placing deliberate kisses on all those spots that he knows drive her crazy, and enjoys the way her body squirms under him in delight. Then he moves on to her breasts, taking his time there as well, giving each one, each nipple his undivided attention, with his hands and his lips, and the way Tara arches her back for more, her hands on the back of his head, guiding him, makes him even harder than he already was.
But Jax doesn't stop there, instead, he crawls further down her body, placing deliberate slow kisses along the way, along her ribcage, her navel, the curve of her hips, and even further south, loving the way she tries to squirm away when it tickles her, but also how she sighs when it clearly arouses her.
He's placing kisses on the inside of her willingly parted thighs, and along the hem of her lacy black panties, before he teasingly starts to work the fabric just a little bit further over while placing more kisses along the way, loving the sharp intake of air from her when he does so.
He can smell her, feel the dampness and heat coming off of her now, even taste her a little when he lets his lips glide across the lace, kissing her there through the black see-through cloth. And he's silently patting himself on the back in admiration over his own self-control, because his dick is so solid, so rock hard, straining for attention that it's downright fucking painful at this point.
He had to slow things down though, he just had to, because he knows that if it was up to her they'd probably be done in two minutes flat, and he just couldn't have that. Tonight a goddamn quickie just won't do. Who knows why he feels that way ... maybe it's his ego, or some other underlying sense of macho pride, but he's determined to pull out all the stops when he finally gets to claim her pussy as his again.
It would be a totally different story if he was still a damn bachelor, and this was anyone but her. If she was just some random girl, this would've already been over and done with in a bathroom stall at the bar hours ago.
But it isn't just some random, meaningless fuck, it's her, it's his old lady, it's Tara. And hell, maybe being away from the Club, being solely around her has somehow turned him into some kind of romantic pussy. All he knows is that really getting back together with her after everything that has happened, it fucking means something … it means everything, and he wants this to be a memorable night, for them ... for her! Doesn't want to just fuck her, wants to love her ... worship her!
So he suddenly pulls back again, and sits back up on his haunches once more, leaving her looking up at him in a needy daze. Her skin suddenly cold where his hands had been, and his lips have left a wet trail all over.
He continues to slide further back, and steps off of the bed completely. She gives him a dazed and puzzled look, but he doesn't give her enough time to even question him out loud, because he's too quick when he reaches out to her bare legs, his strong hands encircling her calves right beneath the knee, and with one strong, hard tug pulls her curvy ass right to the edge of the bed, right back against the denim of his jeans.
Jax meets her eyes, seeing the undeniable lust, but also the anticipation for what's to come next reflecting back at him, her thighs parted, she's wholeheartedly at his will. Then his eyes travel down her body, and he swears he hears her gasp when he reaches for her panties, slowly hooking his fingers under the fabric, before he begins to pull them off of her, painstakingly slow. And when Tara lifts her butt off the bed to help his task along, it's Jax's turn to bite back a groan at the sight of her.
He takes his time, her legs no longer parted open, but pressed together to make it easier when he bends them at the knee, propping her feet flat against his chest, to free her completely off of her last piece of clothing.
He doesn't care if it makes him some kind of pervert, but he just can't resist the urge to raise the tiny black piece of cloth in his hand up to his nose, smelling it, and loving the way it makes her cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red when he does so.
And then he reaches for her knees, his hands slowly parting her legs again, his eyes travel down, and finally, land on her neatly trimmed dark curls surrounding her pink moist folds ... And here is where he almost loses it, the self-control he'd been so fucking proud of.
Before he knows what's happening, Tara has hooked her legs around his waist now, trying to lure him closer, he swallows the dryness in his throat away, and his hands twitch for a moment as he so clearly thinks about giving in, thinks about undoing his pants, and finally taking her right here, and now.
But then the old quote that started this whole idea of drawing it out comes back to mind, 'Anticipation makes pleasure more intense', and he clenches his jaw but continues with his previous plan instead.
He doesn't waste another moment of his thoughts though, and grabs a firm hold of both her thighs when he gets down on his knees in front of the bed, right in front of her, and where her legs part. He places kisses along the inside of her creamy white thighs, taking turns on each one before he drapes her legs across his shoulders, and dives right in, making her writhe.
Tara bites her lip so hard she almost draws blood, but a moan escapes anyway, and she grips the sheets she's lying on with both her hands, fistfuls of it, her knuckles turning as white as the sheets she's holding onto, and she's arching her hips up against him, while he's pleasuring her with his mouth. The slow yet skillful ebb, and flow of his lips, and tongue against her is already driving her insane.
She wants so much more than just this, she wants all of him, inside her, but she also realizes he won't allow that just yet, so she decides to just give in to what he's willing to give, and surrenders completely to his touch, his mouth, and the feelings, and emotions he evokes.
He doesn't have to reacquaint himself with this part of her, he could never forget it. He knows her inside out, knows just how she tastes, knows every little part of her, knows just what to do to drive her wild, and send her over the edge, and right now he's using all of this knowledge to do just that.
And he's undoubtedly getting his share of enjoyment out of this too. The way he's eating her, folding her lips open with his fingers for more contact, devouring her, loving the smell, and taste of her, so warm, and juicy. It makes his dick throb in anticipation when he's feeling just how wet she is for him, how ready she is to take all of him, and how her juices are practically dripping off of his chin. It makes the muscles on his stomach tighten painfully, almost spasm alongside his dick when he can't help but imagine how that first thrust inside of her is going to feel after such a long time, and every subsequent one after that.
He's greedily swallowing the essence of her, loves watching her writher the way she does, listening to her panting, and even moaning now that she's getting closer with every flick of his tongue against her clit.
And Jax also knows that it's all about timing, knowing just when to make your last move. Not when you're ready, but when she is. That beat of anticipation. He's done this to her enough times that she knows what's coming next too. When every nerve ending is crackling. And she's so ready for it ... that moment when he makes her feel most alive!
It's then that he suckles her whole clit into his mouth, hard but rhythmically while he also thrusts his chin against her, the stubble there doing its own thing. He's looking at her, his eyes taking in her beautiful face, and the emotions his actions cause. He's watching her try so hard not to moan, but she's losing that battle tonight.
His eyes sparkle with pride when a loud moan escapes her lips, more than once as she begins to climax. Every muscle in her body is tensing up, he can feel her pussy clenching under his face while his mouth is still working her over. Her whole core is vibrating against him, her stomach muscles pulled taut, and more defined, and she would've almost twisted out from under him, or clamped her legs shut around him, if he hadn't had his arms already curled around her thighs, pulling them open, pushing her hips back down into the mattress, using all his strength, holding her firmly in place for him to keep enjoying her, and forcing her to ride out this orgasm to its full extend.
It seems like it's lasting forever when she moans, and withers against him, but in reality, it isn't all that long at all. Jax lets up on her, releasing her clit, and she starts to relax, little by little. Her eyes are still pressed shut, her hands still gripping the sheets beside her, and she can feel her core throbbing, pulsating between her legs still in the aftermath of it all.
She feels Jax loosen his tight grip on her, actually feels his body heat retreating from her altogether, her knees falling closed without him wedged between, but for a moment she can barely register what he's doing. She's too dazed still, she hasn't been this high on dopamine in a long time, and hasn't felt this kind of spend in forever. But then she hears him groan, and she opens her eyes, her pupils still slightly dilated in euphoria. Their eyes meet again, she sees him watching her now, and she can't help but spread her legs for him a little again ... a wordless invite to finish what he started.
Jax is toeing off his shoes at record speed now, reaching down, and pulling off his socks, and now he's hastily tugging his jeans, and boxer briefs down. He barely managed to step out of them before he climbs back on top of her completely naked this time, hovering above her on his knees, and arms. He can't remember ever wanting her more than he does right now.
He's kissing her passionately, sharing the taste of her that still lingers on his tongue with her, and he manages to reach around her, wedge his forearm between the mattress, and her back, and with one strong maneuver, he's pulled her up against him, and moved them both back into the middle of the bed instead. The cheap worn mattress dips down under their weight again.
He lowers himself down, his hard cock pressing against her thigh, the full length of him against her, and Tara loves the weight of him on top of her, always has. Not that she minds other positions, she really doesn't, they all have their time, and place, but doing it missionary style is always her favorite with Jax.
The way he moves above her, looks at her when he's moving inside of her, caresses her, and angles his hips just so to hit her core just right with every thrust, that she can come undone just like that, just lying beneath him ... with no toys or other tricks up his sleeve, and she just can't help but love it!
And what's not to love when he's looking at her like he is now, like this, now that he's pulling away from the kiss, and is meeting her eyes again. She reaches up, her fingers trailing the stubble of his jaw, her core clenching at the way his hips move even just the tiniest bit, anticipating the moment when he enters her.
He dips his head down, just enough to kiss the tip of her nose, and it's the sweetest thing he could do amidst all the raw sexual tension that's surrounding them at the moment. He smiles at her so brightly, biting his own lip when she smiles back at him just as happy. His voice sounds so raspy still, needy for her when he finally speaks, "Say it again, Tara."
Tara swallows the lump away, she knows what he wants to hear. "Love me, Jackson!"
And before the last sound of his name even leaves her mouth, he's already lifted his hips off of her enough so he can reach between them, guiding himself to her opening, still slick, warm, and hungry for him, and then he enters her in the same instant Tara hikes up her thighs even higher around his waist, allowing him to thrust into her to the hilt. They both moan out in pleasure at the sensation.
Talk about dick size is as old as time, the misfortune of it is usually reserved for the not so well endowed, but Jax knew there is a downfall at the other end of the spectrum as well. Size mattered, but he'd been blessed with a too-good size, thick, and long, and he'd learned the hard way, no pun intended, that with other women, he had to hold back some, not sure if they could handle it, and not wanting to hurt them.
But things are different with Tara, maybe it is because they'd been each other's first, learned how to love, and fuck with one another, but despite his bigger size, she's always been able to take all of him, filling her with all of him, and because of that it is him now that's gripping the sheet in his hand right above her head.
"Jesus, I missed this so much, Babe." He rasps out the words against her ear when his hips start to move, and Tara can't help but let her hips move against him as well. Meeting him thrust for thrust, increasing the friction between them more, and more every time they connect. The bed frame squeaked almost obscenely loud with every move, but neither of them seems to care at the moment.
He loves her, makes love to her, so thoroughly, all of her, slowly pulling out of her almost completely to his tip, but entering her again more forcefully, causing the most delicious sensation in the very core of her. He's meeting her stride for stride, while they kiss, and touch, smile, groan, and moan, never losing any rhythm in their pursuit of a shared orgasm.
Until suddenly Jax slows down, his hips coming to a complete standstill, his hand has her hip in a vice-like grip, and pressing her hard into the mattress trying to still her rocking motion as well. "Fuck, wait!" He curses against her temple, and Tara can't help but smile a little, glad he can't see her face right now with it buried in the crook of his neck, because she knows what he's trying to do.
She wants to tell him it's okay if he's already there, she's actually really close again too, and let's not forget that she's already come once, but she knows saying so is just a waste of time, knows there's no talking to this man when it comes to this particular subject. He won't allow himself to climax until she does too, so she keeps her mouth shut, allowing him a moment to compose himself.
He lets out a sigh, and sloppily kisses her earlobe, and her jawline, trailing kisses down to her neck, and she writhes against him, after all, he's still buried so deeply inside of her, it's driving her insane with longing, impossible not to move, but he still won't let her, won't allow it. This part of the act is always on his terms, and if she's completely honest with herself, she's woman enough to admit that it's a big piece of the attraction to him, an element of what makes the sex so great, him taking charge.
By no means does that mean she wants to be dominated in a sex dungeon someplace, doesn't want to be whipped, and chained, or gets sexual pleasure from being punished. None of that sounds arousing to her.
But with Jax, well, she would never admit it to him out loud, because it's all a part of their dynamic, but she does like it when he's in charge, when he controls the moves, when he takes her excruciatingly hard, ... or holds her down, and takes her heartbreakingly slow. Either way, he seems to know every part of her so well, and what she likes, and what she's able to handle, and she can't think of a time when it's been anything but pleasurable with him.
Jax slowly starts to move inside of her again now, leisurely rocking against her, in, and out, losing the bruising grip he has on her, letting her move as well as long as she matches his slower pace. They continue like this for a long time, devouring each other, loving each other, kissing each other, while deft fingertips are teasing each other's skin in all the right places.
She frames his face, pulling his lips to hers, tongues dueling again, and she can't help but moan his name into his mouth at the way he's pushing her closer to her second climax with every deep, and tempting thrust.
Not much longer, and she's there again, at the brink of falling over the edge, she can feel the sensation building in the pit of her stomach, rolling over her until there's no turning back. She lets out a loud moan, can't stop herself, eyes rolling in the back of her head, letting go so unashamed, when her walls begin to quiver around the length of him, squeezing him, hoping he'll join her in this orgasm.
Jax lets out a satisfied grunt against her ear, and kisses her bruisingly hard before he picks up the pace tremendously, knowing he's satisfied her for a second time he's chasing his own ecstasy at neck-breaking speed now, but he doesn't doubt that she's enjoying this too.
He thrusts into her faster, and harder, and she's so incredibly wet where they're joined that their bodies slapping together is making the most indecent, sexually explicit sound she's ever heard, especially when it's mixed with their grunts, and moans of shameless pleasure.
She came already, in a way she still is, his thrusts prolonging it, making her climax even better if that's even possible, and then he joins her, his hips moving less fast, more erratic now, until he's just at random bucking against her when he finally spills all of him inside of her.
His body stills against hers, collapsing on top of her, just barely able to brace himself enough to not crush her beneath him while he's panting against her temple, trying to get his breathing back under control, and hers is just as labored, and erratic as his.
"That is ..." He huffs against her glistening skin near her hairline, trying to think of the right word, but he fails to think of one. "Jesus Christ, Babe, what the fuck is that?"
Tara's smiling contently, her arms wrapped around him, her legs still too. She can't really form a coherent thought while he's still buried inside her, her core still throbbing in the aftershocks of her climax. But it's what he does, he likes to stay in her, never pulls out in a hurry, and rolls off of her, lingers instead, and it's just another thing about him, about them that she loves so much.
But when she doesn't answer his question, he pushes himself up a bit, bracing himself on his arm so he can look her in the eye. He kisses her lips, soft, and sweet, and cracks the most adorable smile, but then crushes their romantic moment when he lets out a small chuckle, and says, "I think I might've pulled a muscle ... or something."
Tara nuzzles her nose against the tip of his, a teasing smile on her face now, "I wouldn't be surprised, Teller."
He wants to tease her back, but he can't, he's too love-struck, too euphoric to come up with anything witty to say back. Instead, he just ducks his head down, using his hands to cup her breast, and kisses the rosy buds again, still hard, and erect from all that friction between them.
Then he looks back up at her, pushing her dark brown hair off of her forehead before he focuses back on her eyes. "This is real, right?" He asks, wondering if this is too good to be true, searching her face for a second before he adds, "I mean, I'm not gonna wake up in my truck stuck in a ditch on the side of the road, a big fucking bump on my head, and realizing I dreamed this whole thing up."
"It's real," Tara reassures him, all earnestly, loving when he's like this ... all tender, and full of love in his eyes.
"Good." He finally replies after a long pause, kissing her again, long, and tenderly, devouring her mouth, and letting her devour his.
But suddenly he groans against her lips, and Tara can already feel where this is heading, because she can feel him. He pulls away from the kiss to speak, "Ready for another round?"
"Always," Tara replies, and can't help but let out a little shriek when he catches her off guard flipping them over. Leaves her on top now, straddling him, but he sits up himself, scooting closer to the edge of the bed again so effortlessly even with her on top.
She grabs his shoulders for leverage, leaning in, and kisses him passionately, grinding against him already. He's beginning to rock his hips up, and thrusting inside of her, and then he grips her hips with both hands too, controlling her rhythm, but also helping her move further up along his shaft before he thrusts her down again. They do this again, and again, and again, rocking against each other until they climax together, professing their love not just in words but in each touch, and in these moments, before they eventually drift off to sleep in each other's arms, with nothing but each other on their minds for once.
Just love ... he loves her, and she loves him!
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Author's Note: Since it's their first love scene in 39 chapters, I included as many trashy-romance-novel-clichés as I could think of. Hope you liked the outcome. Is it too raunchy, or too mushy? Please let me know what you think. Thank you.