Warning: Smut!
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Jax spins Tara around a few more times before throwing her onto the bed without so much as a warning, causing her to let out another little scream and has rose petals flying every which way around her as she sinks into the fluffy white comforter with a big smile on her face.
They're both still laughing while trying to catch their breath at the same time, but that all stops when Jax pulls off his shirt in one swift move and crawls over her onto the bed, peering down at her now like a predator about to devour his prey.
The searing look they're sharing has all the humor abruptly dissipating and has that sexual tension crackling between them again when he lowers his body down to hers and brushes his lips over hers in a slow but blistering kiss.
This isn't like earlier in the hallway at the nightclub though, where they'd lunged at each other in a desperate fit of passion, high on lust and nostalgia for simpler times. This deep and slow kiss they are sharing now is different. His hands slowly caress her breasts, her nails scraping at his bare back to draw him closer, followed by the desperate sound escaping her that connects straight with his groin. This isn't rushed in the least, but all intended and every second is savored to the fullest.
But it isn't long until Jax's hand slides around her back, feeling for the zipper for a long moment without success, when Tara suddenly breaks the kiss, and with the little laugh that escapes her she also breaks the tension that has been building again between them. "The zipper's on the side, under my arm." She chuckles breathlessly, and is met with a smirk from him that she's sure matches her own.
"Ah." Jax nods. "Thought I was losing my touch." He instantly feels for it and finds the little hook below her armpit, but it tickles and makes her squirm in the process, and breaks what little is left of the spell they've been under.
"Hold on, wait ... wait." Tara catches her breath again, swats his hand away before he can fully unzip her, and pushes up on her elbows, because even with his help there is just no sexy way to get out of this dress, and after all the planning he did for this date night, she suddenly has an idea of her own and is already pushing him off of her so she can get up again.
Jax can't help the huff of air that escapes him when he falls onto his back at once, but then he's propped up on his elbows a split second later to curiously watch on as she quickly scoots off the bed. "Everything all right?"
"Yeah, I just ... need a minute." She answers him rather vaguely, and then disappears into the en-suite bathroom before he can even get another word out.
He falls back onto the mattress, stretching out, unsure what's gotten into her, wondering if she's feeling sick again or if it's something else that had her rush out of here just now. He dares a glance at the digital alarm clock on the nightstand and realizes how late it has already gotten. Shit, maybe she's tired? Maybe this day was just a bit too long for her in her condition?
He wants her, there's no denying that, but he'll let her take the lead, and will even call it a night if that whole pregnancy libido thing has suddenly run its course.
He lets out a groan when he's sitting up, adjusting himself in his jeans for comfort, then rubs both his hands over his face repeatedly to stifle off any exhaustion on his part, before he leans down and begins to untie his leather boots while trying to listen for her inside the bathroom.
Tara has barely turned on the light when she's already slipped out of her heels, sighing a little in relief when her sore feet flatten against the cold bathroom tile. Between rounds, patients, and surgery, she'd pretty much been on her feet all day at work, and if she had known Jax's surprise was going to be dancing, she would've worn something a bit more sensible, still a heel, but maybe not quite this sky-high and pointy at the toes.
She doesn't waste more thought on it though and hurries to strip out of her dress at once, a few rose petals that had been clinging to her falling to the floor in the process before she's hanging the red garment on the hook at the top of the door.
She takes a moment to look herself over in the huge mirror that stretches across the length of the sink and vanity, ruffling her hands through her long dark hair to give it a bit more volume again and running the pads of her fingers under her eyes to clear away the mascara smudges her tears have left too.
Then she gives her red and black lingerie a scrutinizing look, turning around to get a good look at it from all sides, fixing the skimpy thong to sit just right below her crow tattoo, straightening the bands of her stockings and adjusting the way the garter sits, and last tugging the band and the straps of her bra in place too until she's pleased with the overall outcome.
Even though she can't see her feet in the mirror, she knows without a doubt that the red heels do complete the desired look she is going for, so she quickly pushes her feet back into the shoes at once, while ignoring the ache in her arched heel.
Standing taller now, she glances back at the mirror once more, breathing deeply to settle the sudden nerves she hadn't at all anticipated she would be feeling. After all, donning a sexy bra and panties isn't something out of the ordinary for her, she might not be wearing them daily, but she does wear them more often than not, and more for herself than for him. But this is different because one, as Jax has mentioned earlier, they usually come off before he even gets a good look at them, and two, she doesn't outright present herself to him like she is about to do now, strutting out there in stockings, a garter, and high heels, and not to mention without any clothing, she swears she notices the tiniest swell of her belly too. He'll like it though. Won't he?
Her hand inadvertently lands on her stomach and she bites her bottom lip to hold back the emotions she's feeling. She's so thankful that after all the horrible things that have happened, they've somehow made it through it all and made it here, to this moment, to this point in their relationship, to this life she'd once dared to dream of back when they were still teenagers. A simple life. A normal life. A life in which her biggest concern is how her husband is going to react to the lingerie she is wearing.
With that last thought in mind, she decides to not drag this out any longer, it is getting late after all, and so before her nerves can get the best of her, she flicks off the light in the same second she opens the door and steps back into the bedroom to give Jax a surprise of her own.
"Fuck me!" Jax mumbles in awe after spinning toward her to take her all in, slack-jawed, much like earlier tonight in her office, because the sight of her is something to behold. She's a fucking vision in red and black lace and sky-high heels and coupled with her porcelain skin and her long dark hair, it makes her look like a sexy little she-devil, the only thing amiss is horns and a tail.
And even though she froze in her step at his words, blushing and flattered by his reaction, she can certainly return the sentiment right back at him when she's taking in the sight of him too.
Because although the room full of roses, rose petals, and balloons might be incredibly romantic, it's nothing in comparison to the way her pulse is quickening at the sight of the sexy heartthrob who's standing just a few feet away from her, who just so happens to be her husband.
He's standing barefoot near the foot of the bed, with his belt already hanging loose, his jeans undone and his black boxers sitting incredibly low, not only showing off the top of the V-shaped muscle of his Adonis belt but also the happy trail of honey-colored hair disappearing in his boxers. Fuck me is right!
He swallows hard, then clears his throat. "I take it back." He says a breath later, rubbing his hand across his bearded chin as his eyes travel over her once more.
"Take what back?" Tara asks confused, even while the look of longing in his eyes is igniting the same reaction in hers.
"When I said it would be coming right off." He gestures to her getup, smirking. "You should definitely keep that on, and I'll just ... work around it." Then, to her surprise, he makes a twirling motion with his hand and demands. "Turn around for me."
His words have a little laugh bubbling out of her, but her smile is strangely coy when she does what he's asked and slowly spins for him, before asking herself. "You like it then?"
"I more than like it, Babe." He sighs and is already stepping toward her, even more eager to move this night along now.
But Tara raises her hand to stop his approach. "Wait." She says again, and just like before he looks a bit perplexed, but listens when she orders while gesturing to his jeans. "Your turn."
A small chuckle rumbles from his chest, his lips upturned in an intrigued little smile at her command, because it's unlike her to dish out orders and to try to take charge in the bedroom, and even more unlike him to allow it.
But he's got to admit that this change of pace tonight, with him playing the romantic and her playing the temptress, is refreshing, and so he simply does as he's been told, pushing his already undone jeans past his narrow hips, letting them pool by his feet before he steps out and kicks them aside. He then glances down at his boxers and raises his eyebrows at her in a silent question when he meets her eyes again, which she answers with a quick shake of her head, making it clear that she wants him to keep them on, at least for now.
Tara lets her eyes peruse over him in slow motion. From his ridiculously flawless, handsome face with those breathtaking blue eyes, that look darker in the dimmed light of the room, over his strong shoulders, his tattooed arms and broad chest, defined abs, and that so-called happy trail of hair. She's appreciating everything about him, every chiseled muscle on him, but most of all the outline of his hard cock that Jax is palming and stroking over his boxers and with the act demanding all of her attention to land there.
She gets off on him taking control, always has, so she's not really sure what's gotten into her herself when she suddenly has the idea to change up their usual routine. Maybe it's him stepping out of his comfort zone with all this romantic stuff, maybe it's the sexy lingerie that emboldens her, maybe it's her over-the-top libido, or maybe it's a combination of all those things, she really can't be sure.
All she knows is she has the sudden desire to do something different of her own, to step out of her own comfort zone, and along the way maybe dish out just a tad bit of payback, for lack of a better word.
This entire evening full of his surprises has kept her lusting after him and has had her feeling completely off-balance from the moment they stepped into her office earlier, so now she's got the rare chance to make him feel some of the same. Drive him a little crazy, make him a little dizzy with want, and for once she's decided to try and do just that. Fair is fair!
She tears her eyes away from him for just a few moments, looking around the room in search of something ... an inspiration, taking everything in, and an idea is forming in her head when her eyes land on the two white fluffy bathrobes on hangers. She wastes no time and quickly pulls the two belts from the robes, a naughty little plan beginning to form in her head before she turns her attention back toward him.
"What are we gonna do with those?" He wonders, and his quirked eyebrow leaves no doubt that he's wishing he could read her mind, while his eyes speak volumes of what he'd like to be doing with her already.
The mere thought of what she's about to do has liquid heat pooling between her thighs, her cheeks flushing, and has her heart beating out of her chest as if she's been running. The only real exertion though is staying out of his arms, to not throw herself at him, and let him have his wicked ways with her like he usually does. Who knows, maybe this idea of hers will be an impromptu lesson in self-control for her as much as it will be for him.
Tara gathers all her courage and puts on the most confident smile she can muster when she steps toward him, placing her free hand flat against his chest to keep him at arm's length, and when he tries to reach out, she quickly swats him away and speaks up again to stop him. "No touching."
"No touching?" He repeats, shaking his head in amused disbelief. "How's that going to work?"
"You'll see." She replies cryptically, giving him a mischievous wink, right before nudging him over toward the square bar-height table. She hurries to remove a vase of roses and puts it on one of the dressers instead before she slaps her palm against the edge of the table. "I want you right here."
Jax bites his bottom lip in contemplation and to stifle down the grin that wants to stretch across his face, but curiosity of what this sexy little creature -who has taken over his wife's body- is up to, wins out in the end. "All right. I'll play." He obliges barely a heartbeat later, stepping over to the table even though there are still a million questions in his eyes as they're peering down at her while doing so.
"You're suddenly so agreeable, Mr. Teller." She teases his submissive reaction to her demands, which is very much unlike him, right as she turns him so his back is toward the table, then takes his right hand and begins to tie him to the table leg in the corner.
"I'm very agreeable when it comes to you, ... especially in that lingerie." Jax teases right back, and to further make his point he's holding perfectly still for her to do as she pleases, obviously having caught on to her idea now.
Unlike his hand at the moment, his smirk is unrestrained when his eyes flicker back to the bed with the solid padded headboard with nowhere to tie anything to before they land on one of the chairs next to him which seems to be a much better choice if riding him is part of her plan.
He shakes his head at what he perceives to be a flaw in her thinking, because of the way she's positioning him against this high table, with the ledge pressing right into his back, it's too high for him to even sit down and have his hands tied at the same time. "Not sure you've thought this all the way through though."
"Oh, I've thought it through." She replies sounding nonchalant despite her contradicting rapid heartbeat, then goes on to explain. "We both know you have no self-control." She gives him a sultry but knowing look, already working on his other hand, tying him to the corner to his left side, his long arms straining against the stretch and leaving him no choice but to lean back against the edge of the table. "The few times I've tried to take charge, you always end up taking over 'cause you just can't keep your hands to yourself." She explains, then tugs on the belt for good measure to ensure it is knotted well enough for what she's got planned for him.
The smirk that's stretched across his face is unwavering, even as he wonders how she thinks this is possibly going to work, picturing her climbing him like a tree for a brief moment, but realizes that riding him without his help to hold her up will be a nearly impossible feat. She's strong, but she ain't that strong, and he's got no doubt that she's just about to realize that too.
But before he can tease her about that, she stops those rational thoughts of his when her fingers caress his beard before framing his face, pulling him down, angling him just the way she wants him, and presses her lips to his in a heady opened mouth kiss that turns sultry and thrilling within seconds. Her body's pressed against his as well, literally rubbing up against him, the lacey fabric of her lingerie, along with the little metal clasps of her garter belt scratching across his skin, tempting him and has him already tugging on the make-shift ropes, wanting to touch her in return. Damn!
Jax groans in frustration when Tara slowly pulls away from the kiss, meeting his eyes in impishness before she's slowly - very slowly - letting her fingers glide down his shoulders to his chest, unhurriedly tracing the outline of his Tara-tattoo along the way to travel even further south.
These simple touches of hers are scorching his skin, making his dick throb even heavier than it had already been, while his eyes are on her, captivated by her every move and it's beginning to dawn on him now that she might've tied him up just so she could tease him to the brink of insanity. The thought leaves him feeling conflicted, somehow feeling both exhilarated at her boldness and aggravated about the loss of control at the same time.
His smirk is gone, completely vanished, replaced by lustful gazes, and his breathing is starting to sound just as ragged as hers. Her lips are working their way across his jawline, sucking and licking with the occasional sweet little kiss, but every time he leans in or angles his face to capture her lips, she pulls away, leaving him wanting and needy and inwardly cursing her in frustration about being confined in place. When she pulls away from his kiss yet again, he raises his eyebrows at her, and there's a tiny hint of amusement in his growly voice, but mostly it's full of sexual frustration. "You're playing dirty, Mrs. Teller."
"Admit it." She pulls back enough to meet his eyes, her fingers toying with the waistband of his boxer briefs for a second, sending shivers down his spine and more blood straight to his dick, making it twitch, which has her then trace the outline of his engorged length with just the tip of her fingers to further prove her point when she smugly adds. "You like it."
Fuck yes, he does, yet at the same time he doesn't! He can't explain it, torn between wanting to see what she'll do next and wanting these restraints off so he can grab her, throw her back on the bed, hold her down, and fuck her fucking brains out for teasing him like this.
He doesn't have to wonder for long what she'll do next though when she finally stops her teasing. Her eyes are never leaving his as she hooks her fingers into his waistband and slowly works the fabric down past his hips and muscular thighs until they end up falling to the floor around his feet, where he quickly steps out of them and carelessly kicks them away. Making it clear that any prior protest from him has temporarily receded into the back of his mind, at least at this very moment.
But with his next breath, he realizes that he's been rendered utterly helpless, he's stark naked and at her mercy, it's a feeling so foreign to him, yet allows him a glimpse of what she usually feels when he's in control of her, and it's fucking mesmerizing.
"Jesus." Jax grinds out between clenched teeth while she painstakingly slowly kisses and nips a path along his neck and down to his chest now, paying extra attention to each of his nipples while she's already wrapped her hand around his straining cock.
She's slowly rubbing her palm over the thick crown a few times, coating her hand with his precum, before stroking over his length with a soft grip, up and down and up, again and again, and it has him close his eyes for a moment and throwing his head back to let out a groan of pleasure toward the balloon filled ceiling. God, she's good at this!
Tara's body buzzes with the power of being able to pleasure him in a way he usually does her, it fills her with a surge of energy and makes her feel that much bolder. He's so damn sexy like this, and she wants him badly, more than ever before if that's even possible, but for now, she wants to take the opportunity to do to him what he's done countless times to her.
She wants to make him feel good, wants to drive him wild with need, and eventually wants to make him come, but also wants him to have no say in the matter of how he's going to get there.
How Tara is going to do that becomes clear when she drops to her knees right in front of him, bringing her mouth close to the same level as his favorite appendage, and has Jax instantly meet her eyes once more in anticipation.
She's given him plenty of blowjobs in the past, too many to count, but never ever like this, never with her in complete control and him tied up to not participate, to not wrap his hands around strands of her hair and guide her in the process to his liking.
Her free hand is holding onto his hip, while she tightens the fingers of her other hand around the velvety skin of his cock some more, but slows her strokes a little when she leans in and brushes her tongue and lips against his tip, licking off the new pearl of glistening precum like it's a goddamn treat, all the while peering up at him through her long dark lashes, and reveling in the low, deep groan it draws from his lips in return.
"Babe." He groans slowly with his next exhale. Just that one little word. Babe. The sound is a mixture between a plea to get-to-it already, but also a clear-cut warning of something. Why is that so hot?
She goes on to circle the head of his cock, placing open-mouthed kisses and licks of her tongue around the sides, then the top again, and then the bottom, before running her mouth down the underside to his base and slowly back up again, her eyes trained on his the entire time. But in her peripheral vision, she can see him curling his fingers around the corner edges of the table to keep himself in check, and it's the encouragement she needs to go even further.
Without further warning, she slowly wraps her plump lips around his tip, and he inhales sharply when she's sucking him in and swirling her tongue around him, again and again. There is something oddly satisfying about having him in her mouth like this, it feels empowering, but it also just feels really fucking good, and when she hears him hiss the word "Fuck" and sees him biting his lip the same instance his eyelids flutter closed, there's no doubt he's sharing that sentiment.
It's so beautiful, seeing pleasure like that spread over his expression and it spurs her on to do more because she wants to see more of this kind of reaction from him.
She sheets her teeth with her lips so as not to hurt him, switches directions, swirling her tongue around, before slowly taking him deeper, again and again, a little bit deeper with each deliberately slow bob of her head.
His low groans and moans fill the room, little tremors vibrating through him, and his reaction along with the way he's gazing down at her now, makes her sex ache and clench in the most delicious way. There's no denying that she wants him inside her, wants him to fill her. As a matter of fact, she feels like she's never been so acutely aware of just how much she truly wants him as she is right this second.
The sensation is almost getting too much for her now too, so she presses her eyelids closed, while she continues on. She swallows repeatedly, trying to relax her throat before she can take him even deeper, knows just how he likes it this way, and the more she's able to take of him with her mouth, the less she has to use her hand as an extension to compensate for his big size.
Jax grips the table ledge so hard that his knuckles have turned white, fighting the urge to try to free his hands, and fighting the urge to jut his hips at her to go even deeper too. All in all, he's fighting the urge to do what he's conditioned to do. To take over, because in the bedroom he's the one running the show, not her. This feels strange, it goes against everything in him to allow her to call the shots, but then again, what she's doing feels so good, too damn good, and it makes it impossible not to enjoy it at the same time. He can already feel every muscle in his body tightening, he's getting close, has no doubt if she keeps this up he'll come in her mouth, and that's honestly not how he thought this night would play out.
Tara continues to relax her throat to keep taking him deeper, it's still a lot but it gets easier each time, so she does it again and again and again while looking back up to him now to meet his eyes in a wordless challenge. She knows he's getting close, can see it in his flexing muscles, his rigid posture, can see it on his face, or in the way his throat just quivered when he swallowed, and it makes her crank it up a notch, reaching for his balls with her free hand now to fondle and caress them.
He widens his stance on reflex, allowing her easier access, yet his strained voice contradicts his physical reaction when he growls out. "You gotta stop, Tara ... If you don't, I'll come."
That is the general idea, she wants to tell him, but her mouth is obviously otherwise engaged at the moment, and so she ignores his warning and instead begins to move her mouth over him even faster.
There is a reason this is called a 'job', because it does take effort, it does take some skill and with someone like Jax who tends to last longer than most, it can certainly be tiring as well. She's beginning to feel that, but at the same time she's more than eager to see this through, and it certainly helps that he also tastes good, and feels good, at least to her, and that she actually likes doing this to him, for him.
And what she's doing seems to be working because a moment later his eyes are closing, his limbs are trembling, and his groans are getting louder. Damn, that's a beautiful sight and sound!
Jax thrusts his hips forward a few times and each time Tara takes him as deep as she can. "Fuck, Tara." He grunts one last time and then he's there, his cock pulses and he spills into her mouth, salty and warm, and she waits until he's all the way finished before she swallows hard.
Tara releases his dick with a wet sound, swiping her fingers over her chin and her swollen lips to wipe away the left behind saliva, when she looks back up at him with what can only be described as a proud smirk.
He looks down at her with heavy lids, feeling dazed and surely looking the part too, and this is where he'd normally offer her his hand to help her get up, but they're still bound and so this time he can't.
She digs her fingers into his hips to get back up off the floor, one leg at a time until she's up on her heel-clad feet again, their gazes still locked as she does so, and it's then that his features finally soften and he seems to relax with the strain of his arousal faded. "Happy with your little power play?" He wonders out loud, amused eyes wholeheartedly trained on hers.
"Yeah, I am," Tara replies rather smugly, still smirking when she wraps her hands around his neck, her fingers playing with the hair at his nape while she's pressing her body against his, all muscles and heated naked skin of his, and gazes up at him, feeling drunk on love and lust and everything that's Jackson Teller.
He leans in to press his lips against hers in a kiss, but she pulls back almost as if on reflex this time, raising her eyebrows at him when she reminds him. "You just came in my mouth."
A chuckle escapes him from deep in his throat, and a smile splits his face in half. "Since when has that ever stopped me from kissing you?" It's true, it has never stopped him in the past, and before she can decide whether or not to answer his rhetorical question, his lips have already descended down onto hers, and even though she could so easily step away, she doesn't.
His lips are soft and sweet, before they part at the same time as hers, slipping his tongue inside her mouth, and the careful, passionate way his moves against hers makes it clear that he really doesn't mind if the taste of himself still lingers on her tongue. It all feels a little dirty, and yet so incredibly hot, that the pulsing need for him between her legs grows stronger once again, and she has to stop herself from rubbing against him like a cat in heat, pulling back from the kiss.
"You gonna untie me now?" Jax asks, smirking, a hint of humor in his voice, but when Tara just shrugs, looking undecided and a little too unconcerned for his liking, his voice takes on a more serious tone. "Let me rephrase that: You need to untie me. Now!" He raises his eyebrows at her and tugs on his restraints, the whole table vibrating a bit with the movement.
She still holds his gaze in a silent standoff between him and her, relishing in the last few moments of power that she's got over him. She could keep him tied up, knowing that after about five minutes to recover, give or take, he's usually good for another round, ... sometimes even two. Oh, the things she could do to him!
As if he can read the scandalous thoughts running through her mind, he orders her again, his tone uncompromising this time. "Babe, you better untie me right now or so help me God ..." He doesn't finish that thought but his commanding voice has a shiver running down her spine, the sound of it stern, but full of underlying promises of what he'll do to her if she doesn't comply.
And truth be told, she misses his touch, misses his hands on her, and she suddenly finds herself curious about what exactly he'll be doing if he'll get the upper hand back, or in this case, both of his hands. "Fine." She agrees, trying to sound unaffected by him or his threat, and unwraps her arms from around his neck to do as he's asked and finally begins to unfasten him.
Jax shows incredible restraint while he waits patiently for her to untie him, holding himself back from grabbing at her with his already-freed hand, until he's completely free. But the moment that happens, the second he's got full use of both his hands again, he's reaching for her before she's even got a chance to prepare herself.
He wraps his arms around her and pulls her flush against him, and then it seems like his hands are everywhere at once, exploring her in her sexy little outfit. One hand on her ass, the other on her boob, fingers digging into her skin and toying with the lace, slipping beneath it, while he's kissing her hard, then harder, with a kind of devouring desperation, and fighting to get back the dominance he'd temporarily lost to her.
Their mouths slide together, teeth over lips over tongues like they can't get enough of each other, and Tara can't help but notice that it's so very different from the rather sweet kiss they'd shared just moments ago. It now feels like that other kiss has been nothing but a ruse from him, all caring, intentionally sweet, and slow, but really just a trick to get her to drop her guard, finally untie him, and relinquish the reins back to him.
His hands continue to explore her, the deprived way he claws at her now it's like he's ready to fight her, except what he's fighting for is to crawl inside her skin, like he wants to possess her, wants to control every part of her. That thought has a strong new wave of desire crashing over her, it hits her right in the core, like a pulsating ache in the pit of her stomach, and if the way he's kissing and touching her is any indication of what's to come, she's more than ready to surrender to his every will, knowing he isn't going to disappoint her.
But then without warning he suddenly releases her from the mind-blowing kiss, pushing her back only to bend down, wrap his strong arm around the back of her thighs and throw her over his shoulder again all within a blink of an eye, and slapping her ass a few times for good measure just like he'd done earlier.
"Jaaaaaaax." Tara squeals his name out loud, a little shocked to get manhandled by him like this a second time tonight, but then she can't help but let out a giggle while checking out his bare ass up close and personal. Oh, ... and what a nice ass it is!
He's got the perfect ass, a bubble butt, it's firm and round, and she knows she's got his workout routine to thank for that. Tara reaches out to touch him, running her hands over his firm skin, then feeling playful and slapping him back like he'd slapped her, giggling again. And just when the thought to take a little playful bite occurs to her, he's got her yelping again when he suddenly squats down to pick up both white belts she'd dropped on the ground, while he still has her firmly draped across his shoulder like she doesn't weigh a thing, and just as quickly stands up again too.
"What are you gonna do with those?" She asks instantly, not actually expecting him to answer, which he doesn't, but either way, she's got a pretty good idea where this is going even if he doesn't elaborate. After all, she's the one that's started this little game.
She's no longer giggling now, instead, heat's suffusing her skin, her heart's racing, and her core shudders, a mini-orgasm threatening to take hold at the mere thought of what he's got planned for her in return now.
In two quick strides Jax is already back in front of the bed, and seconds later has Tara bouncing onto the mattress with yet another startled squeal.
But all the air leaves her lungs and she grows completely quiet when his eyes lock on hers as he slowly crawls over her in all his naked glory, kissing his way up as he does so. A chase little kiss against her ankle, the inside of her knee, her thigh, and then her belly, and her muscles contract each time in anticipation of where his lips might end up next.
He straddles her waist a moment later, pinning her in place with his thighs, although careful to keep his weight off of her and on his knees instead. She watches in silent curiosity as he fiddles with the soft, fluffy belts, knotting the two of them together to create one long one, before carefully and methodically tying one end into a self-tightening, noose-type loop.
"Arms above your head." He suddenly rasps, meeting her eyes again for just a second while giving nothing away, before he's already leaning over her, reaching for her hands and pushing them both into the mattress above her head.
Tara stares up at his chest and torso hovering right above her face, watching fascinated as his muscles ripple and contract with his movements, and even though she can't see what he's doing, she can undoubtedly feel him slip the loop around one of her hands and tighten it around her wrist.
Her breath hitches and her heart's pounding wildly in her chest at what's to come now. He's always been in charge in the bedroom, and yet oddly enough they've never done something like this. Sure, he's pinned her down with the weight of his body, has held her down plenty of times, and used his strength to control her every move, but he's never tied her down like this, and the thought is making her downright dizzy with arousal.
Without warning or explanation, he suddenly shifts off of her and climbs off of the side of the bed, leaving her lying there, free to move other than her one tied hand, but other than her head she doesn't move, nor does she ask what he's doing either. She's merely twisting her head to follow his every move, watching him fiddle around the top right corner of the bed for a quick moment, before he seems to be tugging and pulling the length of the combined two belts around something she can't see, something between the mattress and headboard. Then he's suddenly kneeling back on the bed beside her again, wordlessly adjusting the length of the belt, pulling it tight so her right arm is flexed, before recreating another loop and slipping her second hand into that one and tightening this one around her wrist as well.
He gives it one good tug, looking rather serious as he reassures himself that it'll hold before he's finally peering down at her again with what can only be described as a devilish smirk. "You're in trouble now, Mrs. Teller." And his tone of voice and words alone have her ready to combust.
Tara gulps, her mouth suddenly dry, no witty comeback from her this time, eyes focused on his, the look they're sharing has her lose all train of thought again, and has her whole body buzzing in anticipation of what he'll do next. Jesus, is that how he felt when she had him tied up?
Jax's eyes are still on her when he moves to the foot of the bed, gripping her ankles before pulling her diagonally downward, so that both her arms are stretched out above her and she's unable to move, and all she can do is gasp at the action.
He slowly climbs back onto the bed, gazing down at her and she's sure the hunger she can see so clearly etched into his expression matches her own. It's pure, unadulterated lust.
Tara closes her eyes, biting her lip to not give him the satisfaction of a moan when his hands slowly curve around her ankles again, gliding up her calves, up, up, up. Rough fingertips caressing the back of her knees, then the inside of her thighs, slowly spreading her legs further and further to make room for himself to cradle between, and she finds herself desperate for him to do more -anything really- to finally quell the ache in her core that's been building all night.
She doesn't have to wait for long, when he continues to settle between her legs, simply pressing his hard length against her, the lacy thong the only barrier between them and it has her rolling her hips against him for more contact and friction.
He smirks at her desperate movement but doesn't reciprocate it, and his restraint infuriates her when he simply positions his forearms on either side of her head and dips down to finally kiss her again.
This kiss is just as rough and demanding as the last one had been, but Tara doesn't mind, gladly letting him take everything he wants and more. Their tongues tangling against each other, kissing as if it's the only thing in the world they were born to do, if only it wasn't for the friction she so desperately craves elsewhere.
Jax pulls away again, his eyes molten when they gaze down at her, before he buries his head in the crook of her neck this time, kissing a long hot trail from right below her ear down to her collarbone, with Tara dropping her head back, exposing her neck to allow his mouth to roam. He works his way down slowly, taking his time to tease her, sucking, nibbling, and dragging his teeth against her most sensitive spots, his beard scratching deliciously in all the right places, electrifying her senses and making her squirm for more contact.
The only sound in the room is their ragged breaths when he continues to crawl further down her body. He's bracing himself on one arm to let his hand roam down to her chest, hooking his fingers into the cup of her bra, stretching the lacy fabric, dragging it down to expose all of her breasts, and then quickly doing the same to the other one as well.
He casts a naughty look at her when he reaches out, cupping her breasts before his rough fingers lazily toy with her nipples, and she tries to arch her back against his weight, eager for more of his touch, but without much success.
"Shit." She hisses through clenched teeth, closing her eyes at the feeling while her hands curl into fists in frustration. Feeling at a loss of what to do against the pulsing ache at the apex of her thighs, because what little movement he allows, isn't nearly enough. She's tied down and positioned in a way that she can't even grip the sheets for some feeble attempt at relief or control of something, making her feel vulnerable and at his mercy. And yet, she's strangely loving every torturous second of it, even though she could never explain why that is.
His focus is still on the swell of her breasts, he leans back in, and she moans this time when his fingers are rolling and pinching one of her hardened peaks, while he sucks the other one into his warm mouth, his tongue expertly pulsing against her, before alternating to give each one the same attention.
Jax carefully slips further down her body, kneeling now between her parted legs, his hands still playing with her breasts while he now painfully slowly kisses his way down between them, leaving both goosebumps and flushed scorching skin in its path down to her belly button, and after taking his sweet time to lick and kiss her there, he moves further down over the soft swell of her abdomen.
Tara feels like she's suspended on the brink of an orgasm, panting and softly moaning with her eyes pressed shut to the overwhelming feelings, while he's humming his appreciation against her soft skin, the vibration of it only enticing more of a reaction from her every time he does it.
His hands move to the waistband of her panties, teasing along the edge for a long time, leaving her arching against him before he lets his lips follow along the hemline toward her inner thigh instead.
Tara feels like she's being tortured from the outside in, too much more of this and she might self-combust if he doesn't do something soon to soothe that burning ache he's caused, and with his weight off of her for the most part, she can't help the involuntary flex of her hips, nor the way her whole back arches in search of more contact from him.
Jax merely chuckles amused, which Tara deems a frustrating sound at the moment, his beard scratching against her skin, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making her want to curl her toes, and it has her trying to kick off her heels because of it, an action that surprisingly gets his attention and he's quick to stop her from doing so and speaks up again. "Don't you dare." He growls, already slipping one shoe back in place before he pins her down with a sexy grin. "They're staying on too."
Okay, she just nods. She doesn't argue, doesn't really agree either, but simply just surrenders to the flaming touch his hands and lips are leaving on her.
He turns his attention right back to what he had been doing, pushing her legs further apart again to nip, lick, and kiss an imaginary trail along the inside of her thighs, from her knees to her center, across her panties, and then back down to the other knee again.
"Oh, God." She gasps, her sex clenches and her body vibrates with need whenever she feels his feathery kisses right against her bundle of nerves, his lips, and her skin only separated by the thin lace of her panties, while he continues to overwhelm her with hints at the impending pleasure.
She wants him so very badly and is no longer trying to swallow down her moans to hide how much he's truly affecting her. And it's an odd feeling to be this aroused by her own helplessness, knowing that she's utterly and completely at his mercy, and that he holds all the power right now.
He could very easily leave her tied up and aching for release for the rest of the night and there wouldn't be a damn thing she could do about it, and it has her panting and moaning and squirming against him, and on the brink of begging him. Take me, love me, fuck me!
It's in moments like these when she wonders if they might have some kind of psychic connection after all because it feels as if he can sense that she's nearly reached her limit, and so he finally curls his finger beneath the lace at the apex of her thighs and strategically pulls her panty aside to expose her. "I've wanted to do this all night." He whispers against her heated flesh, right as he lowers his mouth to her slick folds and begins to pleasure her with his mouth the way only he can.
Tara's moans echo through the quiet room, her hips flexing involuntarily, gyrating to try to match the rhythm of his lips and tongue working over her heated sex.
It's such a beautiful torture, the way he's licking and sucking at her slit, slow and deliberate one second with a near feather-like touch, then fast and hard, and his scratching beard the very next. He keeps alternating between the two, and every time she thinks she's there, he's pulling away just long enough to blow air against her heated flesh, then dip right back down to work his tongue against her again. And so her body continues to climb higher and higher, feeling like he's got her forever hovering right on the edge in tantalizing torment, but when he closes his lips around her clitoris at last, sucking and flicking his tongue in rhythm against her bundle of nerves she's finally reached her breaking point, and her body's quivering against him as the mind-blowing orgasm rips through her.
"Jax." She moans, begging him to stop this time, though in typical Jax-fashion he doesn't, continues to work his magic with his tongue and it has her thick thighs violently squeezing together on their own accord to try to stop him, but he easily overpowers her, keeping her legs spread open for his enjoyment and to prolong hers.
What he's doing to her is stunning all of her senses, but he's leaving her no choice but to ride out her orgasm against his face.
Then, without warning, Jax pulls away from her and is back on his knees, and is reaching for her legs. But before Tara can even begin to recover from her climax, or spare a thought of what he'll do to her next, he shoots her the most devilish smirk and wink that has her pussy clenching again in anticipation, and just like that he's flipped her over onto her front in one incredibly smooth move that has her gasping in shock and surprise.
He wastes no time at all, grabbing and pulling on her hips until she's perched on her knees just the way he wants her, with her perfect ass right in front of him, but the movement and her still bound hands have her face and chest helplessly resting against the mattress, and she struggles to brace herself on her elbows.
Everything is happening so fast that she has barely enough time to register the kiss he presses against her crow tattoo, the way he roughly nudges her knees apart with his own or pushes her panties aside so the head of his cock can slip unhindered through her wet opening. And then he's gripping her hip and pulling her against him in the same instance he's mercilessly slamming inside her. Fast and hard, and it has her crying out in pleasure at the exquisite feeling of fullness she's been longing for all day.
"Fuck, you're so wet." Jax groans uncharacteristically, both hands almost painfully tightly curled around her beautiful hips, jerking her ass back against him in time with him continuing to possessively pound into her over and over again.
His eyelids feel heavy with lust, but still, his eyes are trained on their junction, watching his swollen cock disappear inside her again and again with unadulterated fascination.
In and out ... in and out ... in and out!
He keeps a punishing, relentless, and 'oh so mind-blowing' rhythm, the sound of their respective moans and groans only overshadowed by the harsh sound of flesh slapping hard against wet flesh. It's very obscene and crass, and wanton fucking, but ... fuck, it feels so unbelievably good, overwhelming all of their senses, ... overwhelming her and so it's no real surprise that she can already feel her next climax quickly building again under his carnal ministrations.
Jax's eyes are still focused on her, on the way her body moves in tandem with his, and on their repeated connection. He doesn't ease up on her, there's no pause or hesitation in his thrusts, they're still quick and rough and ruthless, and to her, it feels like her whole body's tightening, when in reality it's just her lower half.
Her sex is clenching against his ongoing intrusion and she could swear she's just a breath away from her next release when much to her dismay he abruptly stops and pulls out of her, leaving her stunned and painfully empty right as he flattens her body against the mattress again.
She groans out in sexual frustration just as his wet cock glides over her ass and presses against her lower back when he leans over her. He's carefully bracing himself on one hand not to crush her under his weight, while his other tangles in her long hair and tugs her head back to breathlessly whisper against her ear. "Not yet, Babe. I'm not done with you yet."
But his promising words have the opposite effect and are nearly her undoing, her pussy achingly clenching around nothing in a near mini-orgasm that has her body shuddering, even as the warmth of his body against her back vanishes when he hurriedly pulls away from her yet again.
And just like before, he somehow manages to flip her back around onto her back with the same skilled ease he's shown before, leaving her panting and fruitlessly struggling against her restraints, and so very eager to touch him again now.
He's gazing down at her with a look that can only be described as cocky triumph. Then there's unbidden amusement at her obvious frustration twinkling in his shining blue eyes, but before she can comment on it, bring voice to it, he's already leaning back over her, his still hard dick wedged between them again when he reaches around her with one hand and skillfully unclasps her bra with the flick of his wrist. He's ready for skin on skin with her, - doesn't have to say it, the look in his eyes says it all!
He frees her breasts when he pushes her bra up, over her head, up her still stretched out and bound arms and out of the way, leaving it tangled around the white fuzzy belt that's still keeping her in place and at his will.
Jax's eyes sweep admiringly over her completely bare breasts before he dips down to suck one of her puckered nipples back into his warm mouth, while teasing the other with his skilled fingers as Tara begins to writher beneath him, straining and moaning for more contact with him once more.
He continues to work his way down her body again, leaving wet kisses against her heated skin along the way before he finally kneels between her parted legs like earlier.
His eyes are on hers, connected in a heated gaze, his fingers and knuckles seemingly carelessly caressing her skin at the top of her thighs, -although she just knows it's deliberate-, all while he's taking his sweet time to unclasp her near sheer black stockings from the garter belt she's wearing.
Tara gasps when he leans down to place a quick open-mouthed kiss against her stomach, right above her navel, and right before he reaches around her waist to unclasp the garter belt as well, just to then toss it aside without a second thought.
He lets his gaze travel over her near-naked body now, reveling in the way her exposed chest rises and falls in quick succession and in rhythm with the pulse he can see in her throbbing vein at her throat.
He scoots back a bit from her parted thighs, but then, with deliberate and rather graceful movements, maneuvers and straightens her legs against his upper body, parting her legs just enough to have one of her feet on either side of his head.
Jax grasps one of her ankles and turns his head to press a quick kiss against it, and her eyes grow wide with anticipation while biting her lip to suppress the moan threatening to escape her when he glides his hands down her legs again and reaches for her panties.
She's temporarily disappointed when instead of moving the scrap of material aside to finally slip his dick into her again, he just hooks his fingers into the waistband on either side of her hips and begins to shimmy it off of her instead. But then she's eagerly flexing and arching to make the task easier for him, and watching with bated breath as he slips the flimsy garment up her legs, past her calves, her ankles, and at last past the high heels still on her feet.
Jax raises her underwear up to his nose to inhale the scent her moist sex has left behind, and even though it has her blushing, it also has her feeling bold and shameless again, and she bends her knees to prop her feet up against his chest, the pointy heels piercing against the taught skin of his pecs for just a few seconds, before she lets her legs fall open around him and greedily cradles him between her willingly parted thighs.
Tara's left wearing nothing but her stockings and high heels now, and he once more takes his time to appreciate the sight of her spread out like this right before him. His beautiful and amazing wife!
She wonders for just a moment if he'll strip her completely, prolonging the inevitable just to drive her wild with need like he has been pretty much doing all night, but her silent question is answered when he curls his hands below her bend knees, wrapping her legs more forcefully around his waist and surprises her when he says. "I wanna feel these fuck-me heels against my ass when I come inside you, Babe."
Her body quivers with need before him, the anticipation of what he's going to do next has her heartbeat skyrocketing to new heights and has her glistening pussy aching to finally be filled by him again too.
Jax lowers himself over her, his hard length pressing against her pelvis, but to her frustration still not where she needs and wants him. He's carefully bracing himself on his arms to not crush her as he dips down to press a rather sweet and lingering kiss against her parted lips.
"Jax." She gasps breathlessly when he pulls away to look at her, meeting her pleading eyes that flicker upward to her still restrained hands above her head with an unspoken demand.
He doesn't say a word, but his lips quirk amused for just a second before he reaches up and with the same deft fingers he's been working her into a frenzy with all night, he finally frees her and in a very Jax-like fashion presses a quick kiss against her wrists and then the knuckles of both her hands, while peering down at her with raised eyebrows. "Better?"
"Yes." She replies on an exhale, right before her hands shoot up and her fingers grip his hair just to pull him back down into a fevered kiss.
Their tongues are dancing for a few silent beats when he seems to be running out of patience too now and subtly adjusts his position between her parted legs.
"Aren't you gonna say it?" He mumbles against her lips as he pulls away from the kiss, hovering above her and searching her eyes for a short moment to wait for her reply.
"Love me, Jackson!" She pleads in a whisper without a trace of hesitation, knowing full well that that's what he was asking of her, that those are the words he wants to hear.
He smirks appeased back down at her, dipping down for a split second to nip at her plump bottom lip with his teeth, before he reaches between them and then without taking his eyes off of hers, guides himself inside her once more, but this time in a deliciously slow pace that has her bucking against him for more while he stills completely deep inside her.
Jax twists his fingers into her long hair at the top of her head, holding her in place, kissing her hard, and then finally puts both of them out of their misery and begins to move against her.
He repeatedly sinks into her at an excruciatingly slow pace. Filling her with all of him only to withdraw, easing back and oh-so-very slowly moves in and out of her again.
His hot breath against her parted lips, the weight of his strong body on top of hers, the satisfying fullness she feels every time he buries himself deep into her, all of it is simply indescribable.
It's such an exquisite feeling, one she could easily relax into and just enjoy, riding the wave of the pleasure he's giving her until it'll crest over, and yet she can't help but tilt her hips up to meet him when his pace begins to slowly increase.
He's staring right at her, deep blue meeting captivating hazel-green eyes, his open lips just a breath away from hers, gasping and panting against each other's mouth with the occasional deep kiss in between, all while their bodies are colliding in near-perfect rhythm but with ever slowly increasing speed.
And so it isn't long after before they're both rocking against each other in utter abandon, a suddenly frenzied and shamelessly erotic chase of their mutual release.
Jax snakes one arm beneath her and around her back, gripping her shoulder to give himself the leverage he needs to push even harder into her, and making her cry out in unbridled pleasure at the familiar quickening and rising feeling of her muscles deep inside of her.
Their breaths grow harsher and more ragged with every thrust, the sensation they are evoking in each other so powerful and intoxicating and unlike anything either one has ever felt with anyone else.
"Oh, Jax." Tara moans against his open mouth as she explodes, magnificently, mind-numbingly, into a million little pieces around him, and her quivering walls have him finally letting go and following her over the edge too.
Jax pumps his hips just a few more times, losing all sense of rhythm when he's spilling all of him deep inside of her, cursing and grunting out her name after "Fuck, ... Tara," before he breathlessly collapses on top of her, panting to catch his breath with his head now buried in the crook of her neck.
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Jax tugs her even closer as she curls around his body, entwining their legs, her eyes closed contently, her cheek resting against his still pounding heart, and her fingers just below his navel, absentmindedly sliding back and forth over the small curly hairs of the beginning of his happy-trail.
Meanwhile, his left arm is curled around her, his fingertips gingerly caressing her bare shoulder, tracing invisible patterns against her soft skin while he peers down at her in awe for a quiet moment, willing his breathing to return to normal again.
A few silent beats pass, before Tara opens her eyes to peer up at him, finally giving in to his penetrating stare she could feel on her, that is willing her to ask. "What?"
She's instantly rewarded with a lazy, yet oh-so-mischievous grin stretching across his face when he says. "I was just thinking maybe we ought to put our bed into the spare bedroom when we move, get us a brand new one. You know, like a very sturdy four-poster one?" He teases, winking at her.
He instantly chuckles at the sight of her blushing cheeks, but then she's shaking her head and smirking too when she says. "Oh no, I've created a monster." The irony in her words isn't lost on her, but they've come so far that those memories don't hurt her any longer.
"You might just have, Mrs. Teller." He replies lightheartedly, pressing a kiss against her forehead and letting his lips linger there, lost in the reverie of their slightly unusual sexual encounter tonight.
"We should get some sleep." He mumbles against her hair a few moments later, before he reaches over toward the nightstand and quickly flicks off the light, then proceeds to fully pull the comforter over her to warm her now-cooled skin.
Tara's happily snuggling into Jax's side, she's kicked off her high heels and has stripped out of her stocking as well, and is feeling utterly content like this, just naked skin on naked skin.
She feels very much sexually sated, downright blissful in his strong arms, and is honestly starting to feel tired now, ready to heed his advice to get some much-needed and much-deserved sleep, but it still doesn't stop her from stretching out her hand in front of her face, squinting in the now darkened room to once again take in the new ring he'd placed on her finger just earlier tonight.
She thought his eyes were closed, had thought he was already trying to sleep, and therefore is surprised when he speaks up in a near whisper. "You like it, right?" Surprising her even further when his right hand reaches out, centering her slightly crooked engagement ring with the new band on her finger.
"Yes, I love it," Tara confesses, her voice equally low, turning her head just enough to meet his eyes in the dark when she says so and presses her lips against his in a sweet but quick little kiss.
And it's true. She loves the Valentine's Day plans he made, the dancing at the nightclub, the decorated room, the sweet proposal of a vow renewal, and the mind-blowing sex, but above everything, the new rings are still what touches her the most. It's like a reassurance - one she didn't even know she'd needed until that very moment - that they were truly on the same page, and sharing the same feelings what Gemma's involvement in their lives is concerned.
Tainted, he'd called the other rings and an odd sense of relief had washed over her when he peeled his mother's old ring off of her finger and John's old ring off of his, before they quickly replaced both of them with the new and untainted ones.
"I'm glad. I love you, Tara." He suddenly mumbles in reply and brings her back out of her thoughts at once, but when she looks up to meet his eyes this time, she finds them already closed, his face completely relaxed, and just like that he's drifted off in peaceful and well-deserved sleep.
She gently presses a kiss against his bearded jaw, whispering. "I love you too, Jax." Then closes her eyes and allows the steady beat of his heart below her ear to finally lull her to sleep as well.
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Author's Note: I'm a little embarrassed that this chapter mostly consists of sex, but writing the scenes the way I wanted, ended up with a whole lot more detail and over eleven thousand words alone, so I made the decision to stop here and finally post it as is. If you're still here, still reading, and still liking (or not) what you're reading, then please take a few seconds to leave me a review. I'd love to hear what you're thinking. Thank you.