Warning: (Lots of) Smut (If smut isn't your thing, you can skip this chapter without missing any plot)
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Jax wasn't lying when he said the drive is short because before she gets a chance to enjoy it, he's already pulling off the main road again and onto a small sideroad instead.
From what she can see illuminated by the bike's headlights while she's peeking over his shoulder and also judging by how smooth the bike rides, the road is still paved, but they're completely surrounded by woods and darkness on either side now.
It is too dark already, and with the way the moon is hidden behind the canopies of the trees, -no buildings, no homes, and the streetlights that are lined up along the main road are by now out of sight too-, there isn't really much to see that would give Tara an idea as to where they are headed.
A moment later, the first thing she recognizes up ahead is Jax's gray truck, parked in front of a small house.
"We're here," Jax announces over his shoulder, slowing down before he pulls up in the empty space right beside his truck.
Her eyes have adjusted enough to the darkness that she can clearly see the house now, or cottage would be more fitting if she had to describe it. And even though she can't see the ocean, she can smell it and can make out the unmistakable sound of the constant rolling waves, and rushing breakwater nearby too.
"Hold on a sec," Jax says, unbuckling his helmet, hanging it on the handlebar, and then quickly dismounting the bike first.
The moment he's gone, she braces one palm against his now empty leather seat, her legs instinctively tightening around the metal of the bike as she tries to keep her balance without him there in front of her to hold onto.
He takes her helmet from her, leaving it dangling from the handlebar as well before he carefully helps her dismount the bike in her long white dress.
Tara tries to take in their surroundings, her eyes roaming over the house as they step up toward the front door hand in hand, unable to hide the laugh that escapes her from the heated look Jax gives her.
And damn, if her laugh isn't fucking infectious. He swears it's the most beautiful thing he's ever heard, and the coy smile she shoots him has got to be the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen. But the same can be said about the rest of her, like those captivating hazel eyes, long dark hair, and curves encased in bright white fabric. And not to forget the way the white wedding dress clashes with the black leather jacket she's wearing over it right now. It makes her actually look like the badass angel he's always known her to be.
He loves everything about the way she looks right now. Loves everything about her. Loves her.
By the time they reach the door, he has already fished the keys out of his jacket pocket and quickly unlocks it. But before she can step through the door, he stops her, pulling her to him, and presses his lips to hers in what was meant to be just a quick peck, but she frames his face and instantly pulls his mouth right back against hers.
Sliding her fingers to the back of his neck, she's so intoxicating that he easily gives in when she deepens the kiss for a long moment.
But eventually, his senses finally seem to return to him enough to pull away from that tantalizing mouth of hers, and meet her eyes when he says, "Gimme just one minute, Babe."
At first, there's a flicker of confusion crossing her expression for just a split-second, but then she's back to staring at him with such want and heat in her eyes that it has his dick harden more painfully in his pants.
He almost contemplates to say fuck it, ready to just grab her and carry her straight to the tempting bed inside.
But Jax knows that this will be his one and only chance he has to do this right, to make this night as special for her as he tried to make the wedding itself. And he just loves her too fucking much to deny her that for a second time around. So he reaches down, readjusting himself in these tight-ass slacks all while he's mentally talking himself and his aching dick down again, Soon, bro, real fucking soon.
"One minute," she repeats, folding her arms in front of herself and with it pushing her already ample cleavage even higher. Jesus, she's sure as shit not making this any easier.
"Don't move. I'll be right back." Jax grunts out, and although he's tempted to kiss her again, he refrains for his own good.
Tara lets out a little laugh at the strained tone of his voice, yet easily agrees with a nod, even though she wonders what exactly he needs a minute for, but he doesn't give her a chance to ask, just shoots her a kiss and a wink over his shoulder as he quickly disappears inside without her.
Despite the smile that won't leave her face at the thought of what Jax could possibly be doing inside, a rustling and the sound of a stick snapping coming from the wooded area naturally draws her attention in that direction. She squints her eyes, trying to focus in the dark, but connecting with nothing concrete has her wrap her arms around herself even more as a chill travels up her spine. What is taking him so long?
"Ready," Jax suddenly whispers in her ear, startling her something terribly, but before she can catch her breath to answer him, or even know what is happening, he already dips and grabs her.
"What are you doing?" Tara squeals as he lifts her into the air and this time throws her over his shoulder out of nowhere, even though on some level she probably should've expected him to do something like this now that they're alone.
"Carrying you over the threshold," he answers, carrying her inside, and giving her ass a few good smacks as he's barging through the entrance of their honeymoon rental. Carrying her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry may not be traditional honeymoon style, but it undoubtedly is his style.
Even though she's still caught off guard she can't help but chuckle, "Jax, you really don't have to," but her words are a moot point because they're already inside.
Jax slams the door shut behind them with his foot, then takes a few more steps inside before he sets Tara back down. He helps her find her balance in her high-heeled shoes. and with a nervous smile that is so unlike him, he nods for her to take a look.
Slowly, Tara peels her eyes off of him and lets him lead her, stepping away from the entrance and further into the open space. and he watches as her eyes go wide in awe and her full lips part in surprise.
What she finds is the complete opposite of the modern and sleek accommodations they had in the hotel on Valentine's Day, but the beauty and quaintness of the place are not lost on her.
The main living area of the cottage is one big open space, all rustic wood, brick, and stone throughout, with simple beam wood floors, a vaulted ceiling, and one wall made up almost entirely of floor-to-ceiling windows.
There's an oversized, but soft-looking bed with countless fluffy pillows, covered in cozy-looking blankets and at least two dozen rose petals, facing the large windows on one side of the room. It's the kind of bed that makes you want to sink into it with a book and a glass of wine, … or just your gorgeous husband.
It's bookended by two simple yet beautiful wooden nightstands. Each one has a matching lamp, the same creamy shade of white as the pillows and blankets.
On the other side of the room, are a large plush couch and comfy chairs, covered in soft pillows, with fresh red roses filling a small vase on one of the coffee tables, all of which face a large stone fireplace that -to her surprise- is already lit.
There is also a bookshelf, overflowing with books, a small desk, and a small piano, along with a few plants scattered around here and there too.
The vaulted ceiling of the large room is adorned with dark wooden beams, and a sizable fan and light fixture right above the bed. The wall decor is sparse, but unsurprisingly beach-themed, a painting incorporating bits of shimmering beach glass standing out more than others.
The place is cozy and inviting, yet also something she could imagine being featured in some home decor magazine.
Last but not least, what really catches her eye, and also answers the question of why Jax needed a moment inside alone, is the tray of chocolate-covered strawberries sitting next to an ice bucket of what she assumes is a bottle of alcohol-free champagne on the desk near the bed, and at least a few dozens of different-sized pillar candles, encased in glass cylinders or lanterns that are all scattered throughout, illuminating everything with a warm romantic glow surrounding the massive bed.
Jax has gone all out, and even though this truly wasn't necessary at all, Tara can't say she minds being romanced for a little while longer either.
"Oh my God. It's beautiful, Jax," she says after getting a chance to take it all in.
Jax doesn't reply though, his eyes on her the whole time, internally marveling at the magnificence of his view, and pleased with himself that he'd been able to pull it off and make today a day they could look back on and cherish.
She turns back toward him, her hands framing his face when she starts to say, "You really didn't have -"
But he grabs her and captures her lips with his, stopping her from repeating her earlier words that this wasn't necessary because in his mind it is.
He wishes he had the means to give her the world. To take her to some Caribbean island, or Paris, or some other romantic location. So here tonight, this place is nothing compared to what he wishes he could've done for her. If it was up to him he'd spend every penny he earned -most of which through less than moral means- on her. It would be his way of making amends for his sins and how he'd hurt her in the past.
His hands frame her face, and he pulls away from kissing her lips just long enough to say, "I wanted everything to be perfect for you, today and every day."
The look in her eyes grows more heated at the sincerity in his words, and after that kiss, she simply nods her agreement, "It is perfect."
That heated look and the tension between them grows instantly thicker again when Jax returns his lips to hers, and she moans against his mouth when he deepens the kiss. His tongue slides into her mouth as they collide, their bodies pressed tightly together, one arm of his around her waist, the other curling around the nape of her neck when he keeps on kissing her.
He grinds against her, erect and ready, and she shivers at the feel of his cock pressing against her, straining against his clothes.
He prides himself on having had pretty good self-control all day. He didn't drag her off and fuck her in one of the bathrooms at the reception, nor when he had her alone in the gazebo, even though he knows she would have happily agreed if he'd suggested it.
But now that they are completely alone together, his self-control is quickly slipping the longer they kiss. He pulls her even harder against him, and somehow their kiss turns even more urgent and aggressive as they can't wait to devour each other another second longer.
Never breaking the kiss, Jax pushes her back against the wall, pinning her with his body, and grinds against her some more. His hand roams over her body, feeling the mix of fabrics beneath his fingertips, and cups her curves through the fabric of her dress. She feels so incredible it makes his head spin, but despite that, he's already decided that he doesn't want to fuck her up against the wall. At least, not the first time; there will be plenty of time for that later.
Tara runs her hands over his chiseled chest. Under his suit, his muscles are taut, and his body feels as solid and fit as ever, and she's reveling in the feel of it, knowing that nothing about her husband is average.
Jax loosens his tight grip on Tara and steps back just enough to strip her out of her jacket, tossing it to the side. Then Tara does the same to him, pushing his suit jacket off of his shoulders, letting it carelessly fall to the ground by their feet.
Back to kissing her, he cups her breasts through the corset of her dress, his fingers tracing a line along the top where the corset ends and her bare skin begins, causing her to erupt in goosebumps and shiver.
Tara pulls his tie undone, letting it fall to the floor, and begins to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time, slowly showing more and more of his skin, his broad hard chest, and chiseled abs.
The more buttons she undoes, the faster he seems to become undone too, at least judging by the voracious way he's kissing her now.
When his shirt is finally open, Jax breaks the kiss to kiss a trail down her neck instead, and through heavy lidded eyes she glimpses the tattoo of her name on his chest. She can't deny how it still makes her feel every time she sees it, because of what he told her it represents. That even if she had not taken him back, his love for her is never-ending, that his love for her is permanent, like that ink under his skin, no matter what.
She runs her hands over his tattooed pecs, and when she scrapes her nails over his skin he groans against her throat before his lips return to her mouth again.
Losing patience, Jax hooks his fingers into the top of her corset and yanks, forcing her breasts to peek out more of the top, but to his dismay not enough to completely free them. He groans softly and kisses a path from the side of her delicate neck to her cleavage, her eyes dilate from excitement and desire, making her tremble against him.
He further flits his fingers around the boning of the corset, tugging at it again to peel it away from her skin, but of course, it still doesn't budge. "Christ, Babe," he muses, now stroking and slipping his fingers below the row of laces at her back, "How do I get you out of this chastity contraption?"
He moves his hand lower and reaches for a handful of her skirt instead, yanking it up her legs to her thigh. Reaching beneath, he brushes his hand over her hip, his fingers plunging under the little straps that hold up her thigh-high stockings, marveling at the softness of her skin as if it were his first time touching her like this. Groaning at how good she feels beneath his hands when he forcefully grabs a handful of her curvy ass. Fuck.
He is thoroughly tempted to just rip this damn dress from her body already by any means necessary, but well aware of its sentimental value he asks instead, "Please tell me there's a secret zipper somewhere."
"I wish." Tara shudders, her entire body trembling from his kisses and touches, before she gives him a breathy reply. "You have to undo the laces at the back."
The frustrated groan escaping Jax makes Tara chuckle, but has him shaking his head as he pulls her away from the wall and back into his arms to kiss her again. They devour each other. Their tongues tangle, their moans sync, and their hearts beat as one.
Remembering the large mirror mounted to the opposite wall of the small entrance hall, he spins them around, then moves his hand lower, roughly gripping her wide, curvy hips with both of his hands, pulling away from the kiss to say, "Turn around, Babe."
More than eager to get out of this dress herself, Tara does as she's told, and turns around, giving him her back. Bracing her hands on the thick wood frame of the full-length mirror in front of her, she watches Jax step closer behind her in the reflection.
He meets her eyes when he lifts her hair out of the way and kisses her neck. Then his eyes focus on her back, fully aware of her stare in the mirror, looking at the long ribbon that is closed so tightly to keep her ample breasts secured inside this dress.
She can feel his fingers moving against her back, as he carefully begins to untie the bow and knot at the bottom of her corset, and then carefully pulls the lacing out of the grommets, one by one, starting at the small of her back and slowly moving up.
She stares at his face. Even in the dim lighting of the candles, his ocean-blue eyes stand out as they sparkle while tracking the movements of his hands on her back. And although he seems to hurry to untie her from her dress, it feels like forever as she's anxiously waiting for him to be done.
For a moment Tara allows herself to wonder why this strangely feels like their first time together, at least judging by how her nerves and body feel hot and tingly with excitement of what's to come, but her chest feels a little tight with unease too. Or maybe that is just the damn corset still constricting her too much. Looking at him now, she then wonders if Jax felt nervous that first time too? Has he ever felt nervous about being with her a day in his life?
When he finally pulls the last piece of lace completely free, he meets her eyes in the mirror with a knowing smirk stretching across his lips.
With the help of his hands, the corset peels away from her body, and without losing eye contact with him in the mirror's reflection, they work together to push the dress over her hips until it falls around her ankles.
In the reflection of the mirror, Jax stares at her for a long time from his position right behind her. He stares for so long that Tara begins to wonder if he will say anything at all … do anything at all.
While he's taking in her appearance, she's studying his expression. She's drowning in his heated eyes, in the fullness of his mouth even as he smirks. Christ, she wants this man so much her chest aches.
Suddenly, Jax takes and tugs on her hand to help her step out of the dress that's still pooled around her feet on the floor, and she turns to face him again.
Face to face now, he still stares at her as if he's never seen her look more amazing than she does right now, his eyes full of lust and wonder. The pictures he found on her phone earlier tonight don't do justice to the way the sexy lingerie looks on her in person.
"Damn, Babe" Jax breathes the words like a prayer, sending a shiver up her arms when he finally looks into her eyes again.
Tara bites her lips, not sure how to reply, and although she can feel the heat and blush rising up from her chest to her cheeks under his admiration, she stares back unashamed.
Seeing the sense of wonder in his eyes, one would think he's trespassing, that this is all new. But that couldn't be further from the truth, because she is all his, and he is all hers.
Her heart's racing when out of nowhere she decides to voice her thoughts from seconds ago out loud, "Were you nervous when he had sex for the first time?"
"What?" He chuckles as he looks back at her with a hint of confusion in his eyes, because out of all the things she could've said just now, he would've never expected her to say this, to ask him this. "What made you think of that?"
She hides her face behind her hands for just a second, suddenly feeling embarrassed after all when she sighs, "I don't know."
Jax peels her hands away from her face. The expression on his is a mixture of concern, but mostly amusement as he searches her eyes for a clue about what's going on in her head right now.
But before he can ask, she's already trying to explain, "I was just thinking how nervous I was that night, because … I know it makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, but I'm a little nervous right now too." The words quickly tumble out of her mouth before she can stop or change them.
Jax smiles brightly. He frames her face in his palms, because he knows if he gets his hands on her body right now, he won't be able to answer her anymore.
Angling her face up, forcing her to meet his eyes, he searches the expression on her face for a few long seconds, and true to her words he can read a mixture of lust and longing, but also nervousness there, so he quickly answers. "Only thing I was nervous about back then was accidentally nutting before I got inside you." Then quickly glances between them, giving her body another appreciative look, before he meets her eyes again and adds with a chuckle, "Guess some things never change."
He's obviously trying to lighten the mood again with that admission, and it clearly works because Tara lets out a little laugh, but she also rolls her eyes as she runs her fingertips over his bearded jaw, and teases him back with her sarcastic reply, "You're soooo romantic, Teller."
To her surprise though, instead of his sheepish smile, his expression grows serious and his voice loses all the humor and teasing tone from just a moment ago when he brushes his thumb across her cheek, leaning his forehead against hers, and says, "There's nothing to be nervous about. It's just you and me, Babe."
She tries to swallow the sudden dryness in her throat away, but easily nods her head in agreement, because of course, he's right. It's just them. Jax and Tara. Tara and Jax. It's just that today has been such a rollercoaster of emotions, enough to make her dizzy thinking back on it, but she chalks it up as just another side effect of being pregnant on top of the normal wedding jitters.
Jax lowers his hand, his knuckles trailing down to her cleavage, diverting her attention back to this moment, causing a shiver to race over her skin, and leaving goosebumps in its wake.
Their eyes meet again in a heated look, and that's all it takes.
He reaches for her at the same time she steps forward, both of them pulling each other closer at the same time, and they crash together right there in the hall, their noses almost violently colliding in their haste to kiss again.
They both pull back, laughing and smiling.
"Ouch," Tara says, but there's a lack of passion behind her cry, instead she's smiling as she's rubbing her nose.
He smirks, and says with a laugh, "Come here, I'll kiss it all better."
If there had been any remaining nervousness, it vanished completely now due to this little mishap, and it has her playfully sticking her tongue out at him.
Jax laughs at that, grinning, but he is quick to take back control, framing her face again, tilting her head up, and leaning down to properly capture her lips with his. Nipping at her lower lip, he demands entry and then overwhelms her mouth with his tongue, kissing her hungrily.
A heartbeat later she can feel him shiver and grunt as his mouth and tongue move against hers with even more insistence, more hunger than all the times before, and she's kissing him back with the same intensity.
It makes her heart beat erratically inside her chest. God, he's always been so fucking good at this, the way he's kissing her makes her want him so badly, that she wonders if it's starting to border on obsession. She can't remember ever wanting him more than she does this very moment, and that's saying something.
He continues to kiss her, holding her head back as his hand cups her jaw for a long while, but eventually, his fingers trace their way back to her ear and then down along the side of her throat.
"I want you," she breathes against his lips, the words spilling out of her mouth on their own accord once more.
It's not like he needs the encouragement because where this night is headed is a given, but he's determined to take his time though, and make tonight special, and memorable for her, and for them.
That said, it's certainly a turn-on to hear that she wants him as his hands drift from her throat down to her breasts.
Her nipples are already erect beneath the thin layer of lacy fabric, pushing against and snagging on the rough skin of his palms as he kneads and massages them until she moans into his mouth.
Jax moves his lips down to her neck, sucking and nibbling the delicate skin there. There's the distinct sound of stitching snapping when he pulls her bustier down enough to free a breast, but neither he nor she seems to care.
He kisses down a path across her collarbone before he sucks a nipple into his mouth, causing her to moan out loud as she pushes her hands into his hair.
When he lightly scrapes his teeth over her nipple, Tara instinctively fists his hair harder, teetering on the thin line of indecision to tug him closer or pull him away. But the slight bursts of pain feel erotic, sending jolts of pure pleasure through her body and straight to her pussy, and so tugging him closer it is.
He licks, nips, and sucks, while his other hand works wonders on her other breast, slowly working her up into a frenzy.
She is getting overwhelmed with pure need. Her mind for once completely in sync with her body, wanting the same. Wanting him ... all of him … all over her. Wanting every inch of him buried deep inside her.
He moves to her other breast, swapping his hands and mouth, and repeats what he's done the first time. It only makes her feel more unbalanced.
She's been wet for him all day, but now she's dripping wet, and can feel it soaking into her panties. The flirting and touching and dirty promises all weekend, combined with her raging pregnancy hormones, have made her needy and horny and downright achy as hell.
Back to kissing her neck, Jax's hands drift further down her body, working now quickly to undo the straps that connect her bustier to her stockings, before getting to work on unhooking the little clasps along the back of her bustier, and letting it too fall to the floor.
Kissing his way down her body, he leaves shivers and heat in his wake. He's tasting every part of her, pauses to feast on her nipples some more, then kisses her ribs before he draws a line down her stomach with his tongue. Already kneeling in front of her before kissing and sucking, and working his way even further down.
Jax looks up at her from the floor, his blue eyes owning her attention, beckoning for her to watch. A groan escapes her lips and her pulse pounds in her core at the look he's giving her. Without warning, he cups his mouth over her pussy, even though her lacy white panties are still in place. Before she knows it, her body moves on autopilot, and she widens her stance to give him the room he needs to increase the friction that she wants.
When he sticks out his tongue, flicking it over her clit, the fabric against her feels almost rough, and she shivers and trembles at the sensation. She rocks her hips into Jax, forcing his tongue closer, demanding him to be rougher.
Jax pulls away instead, but before she can voice her disappointment, he curls his fingers around the strip of fabric on each side of her hip to slowly peel her panties down her legs, and she eagerly lifts one foot after the other to help him pull them off completely.
Now that she is as good as naked, wearing nothing but her thigh highs and heels, she's tempted to scissor her legs to find some relief from the ache his delicious kind of torture just inflicted. Tara feels like she's about to combust with need, and that feeling heightens when Jax suddenly stands again, and with a careless sweep of his hand clears a few decorative items from the console table in one smooth move.
Things are clattering to the floor, but Tara can barely register the sound of it for the pounding of her own heart and the startled cry that leaves her mouth because, in the same instant, Jax is already lifting her by her naked hips onto the now empty table instead.
Her legs practically fall open as he steps between them and rolls his hips into hers. His hard cock strains against the fabric of his slacks, and his thick bulge presses against her where she wants him the most as their lips meet in a violent rush.
His tongue slides inside her mouth, and then he slants his head to go deeper. Devouring her mouth, stealing her breath, and swallowing her moans of delight. It's incredibly hot, wet, and passionate as he holds her face, kissing her with desperation as if he needs the oxygen from her lungs to survive.
She groans into his mouth as she feels every hard inch of him pressed against her, but it's not enough and she eagerly wraps her legs around his waist, while she's drowning in his kiss and the exquisite taste of him.
Jax lowers his hands and grips her ass, holding her in place against him as he rolls his hips into her again, and she gets lost in the amazing, yet teasing feeling, but she needs much more than this, and very very soon.
Her nipples spring to an almost painful hardness as they brush against his chest, budding with excitement as her fingers needily reach between them to undo his belt. She wants to be flesh to flesh now, needing it more than she needs her next breath. Clearly Jax's teasing has turned her from a rational woman into a craving addict who needs a fix. And the fix is his cock, she needs his cock, and an orgasm, … or three.
Without warning, Jax pulls away from the heated kiss, not allowing her to undress him but before she can show her disapproval, he's already dropped to the floor in front of her again, and she finds herself looking down at him like she must be dreaming.
Holding her gaze, he easily spreads her legs again, only this time he deftly lifts them over his shoulders, eliciting a moan from her when he kisses her inner thigh in a fleeting move, his breath hot on the inside of her thigh.
He tears his gaze away from her wet pussy to meet her eyes, his voice somehow sounds deeper, more serious when he says, "I'm gonna enjoy this," and then dives right in as his tongue follows an unflinching line up through her lips.
His tongue takes no prisoners as he continues to lick her. Deep adoring licks, as if she's the queen and he's her servant, he's even still dressed the part in his black slacks and white -although open- dress shirt while on his knees for just her pleasure.
Her legs draped over his shoulders give him full access, and he takes advantage. Plunging into her wetness, starting to tongue-fuck her as if possessed.
He's no Gene Simmons, his tongue size is average at best, but he still presses it so far inside her that she groans out loud. Though the groan is a mixture of pleasure but also frustration, because his tongue is merely a mediocre tease compared to what his cock feels like buried deep instead.
"Please, Jax ..." She moans. A small part of her hates how needy she sounds, but the rest of her is beyond the point of giving a damn, because she's just so ready for more.
"Fuck," he groans, fingers digging into her hips as he holds her closer, his entire face is between her legs. "I love you." He groans again, the words vibrating against her core right before his mouth finally finds her clit and almost savagely latches onto it, trying to give her what she needs.
Her hands disappear back into his hair, and her eyes feel too heavy to keep open as her head lolls back against the wall behind her. A content sigh escapes her lips as she loses herself in the exquisite sensation of Jax finally tending to her aching clit with the finesse of an experienced lover.
Her body feels like it is on fire as small shock waves of pleasure begin to course through her. She loves the feel of the roughness of his beard against her softness down there. Loves his strong hands that pull and hold her exactly where he wants her. Loves the way his hair feels as she grabs onto his head between the warmth of her legs. Loves how his tongue isn't shy, the way it's swirling, licking, sucking expertly around her clit. Loves his mouth on her, and his relentless pursuit of her pleasure.
With his fingers, he retraces the route his tongue took first. He teasingly rubs them through her lips, rimming her opening for a few long beats. Then he finds her center, easing a long finger deep inside, but on account of how incredibly wet she is, he quickly adds a second, driving and thrusting them deeper inside her.
At first, Tara moans and gasps and struggles and wriggles as he begins a rhythmic pump with his fingers while his lips and tongue continue to work on her clit. Everything's feeling hot and slick, conjuring star-bright spasms, shooting in her belly and pushing her closer to the end.
But then, she can't help the way her hips grind against his mouth seemingly on their own. She swears she's never felt so needy, so possessed with yearning as her fingers hold onto the short strands of his hair while she's riding his face and fingers, searching for even more friction.
Jax groans because he loves that she's this needy for him. And loves his fucking view from below while he's eating her out. Loves watching and feeling Tara's body writher and tremble because she wants him so badly, and it just makes him want to keep eating her out forever.
The way she reacts to him is truly one of his favorite things to witness. The sounds she makes are music to his ears, like her broken moans as she pushes her pussy harder against his mouth, grinding her clit on his tongue as she gets closer and closer. And the way her breathing gets harder and the feeling of her legs beginning to shake while she looks down at him as he looks up at her and she bites her lip. And not to forget, the death grip on his head right before she comes, arching her back and her legs giving out. He loves every second of it.
And although this is familiar territory to him, he still never tires of discovering the newness these moments offer every time his lips touch her skin.
"Oh, God!" Tara writhes against him, unable to stop herself from driving the heels of her shoes into his lower back in a bid to control the chaos threatening to overwhelm her.
And there she goes, digging her fingers into his hair even harder, a beat of sweat trailing down her bare back as she arches it, grinding against him on the verge of an orgasm, as he continues his assault. Her core is burning with a delicious fire, and she can feel herself skidding closer and closer to that precipice.
It is starting to be too much. Too intense. Little stars shoot and fizzle and torment through her with every flick of his tongue, and every thrust of his hand.
She thrashes, still trying to get closer one second, only to then try to get away the next. She wants more, but she's not sure she can handle more. Her body's feeling unbearably hot, as her pussy contracts and contracts, thrumming with its own heartbeat.
But then as she's grinding her pussy against his mouth, she swears she comes harder than she ever has before, groaning in relief as the waves of pleasure tear her soul apart. She throws her head back in bliss, tries to pull away from Jax, unable to stop herself from moaning out loud in pleasure.
When the waves slowly decrease, she feels spent, her mind too strung out on bliss for a long moment. But her senses start to return to her when Jax carefully lowers her still trembling legs off of his shoulders, with one hand holding onto her hip as he stands up again.
She notices his fingers are still glistening with her juices, and just when he's about to raise them to his mouth, Tara's last little specks of inhibitions fall away completely as she reaches for his wrist and raises his hand to her mouth instead. Wrapping her lips around his fingers, she sucks them clean and elicits a painful-sounding groan from him as he watches on in fascination.
Even after all this time, it still feels freeing to be so unashamed with him. Behind closed doors, she doesn't worry about what anyone might think. She can shed her good girl skin, and just feel and indulge in all the naughty things they want to do to one another. She can just be. With Jax she can have whatever dirty thing she wants and feel no shame about it. And truthfully what she wants right now is his massive cock fucking her mouth to return the orgasmic favor.
Jax's blue eyes are filled with pride and mischief when he pulls her fast and hard enough against him that she slips off the edge of the table. She notices his sexy beard also glistens from eating her out when he cups her cheeks, and kisses her crudely, and deeply, giving her another taste of the sweetness of her own arousal from his lips and tongue. And even though she literally just climaxed spectacularly, it's impossible to deny that it's an incredible turn-on when he groans against her mouth, "I fucking love the taste of you, Babe."
His words have her trembling naked against him, the different materials of his clothes feeling odd against her bare skin, and reminding her again that unlike her, he's basically still fully dressed. And despite her naughty display from just a few seconds ago, she suddenly finds herself thankful for the dim lighting the candles provide, casting him and her in mysterious and romantic lights and shadows. But still, she wants to level the playing field, literally, so while continuing their kiss, her fingers tug on his open shirt, brushing it off his shoulders and trying to peel it down his arms to get it off him for good.
Without pulling back from the kiss, Jax helps her, fiddling with the buttons at his wrists, popping them open to allow Tara to pull his shirt completely off, letting it join her dress, lingerie, and their jackets left behind on the floor.
She breaks away from the kiss to glance down at the pants he's still wearing. His cock is hard, straining against the material, and she reaches out, seductively running the palm of her hand over his obvious bulge.
To Tara's surprise though Jax only offers a throaty chuckle instead of helping her undress him before he pulls her tightly against him and kisses her again, and if she had to guess what that is about, she'd say he's trying to draw this night out even more. For whatever reason Jax seems determined today to drive her to the brink of insanity with longing, undoubtedly trying to make up for the honeymoon they never had when they did this the first time.
She deems her suspicions confirmed when the kiss starts out very soft and slow this time, so incredibly gentle and in complete contrast to how he'd just violently devoured her pussy. But it doesn't take long with her arching her body against him and grabbing onto his neck in desperation to draw him nearer, that he gives in and joins her in her efforts to deepen the kiss after all.
Tara moans against his mouth, and the sound takes him off-kilter, turning his hunger for her back to ravenous. Desperate for more. More of her. More of this.
Jax grinds against her, lost in the kiss and holding onto one another, he stirs them in the direction of the bed, his thigh grinding between hers as they continue to make out like horny teenagers along the short way.
By the time they reach the edge of the bed, Tara's made up her mind about what she wants to do. Since he seems to want to draw this out, what better way to do just that than to make him feel wanted and adored as he made her feel.
Feeling empowered by the orgasm Jax already gave her, she spins them around before giving him a hard shove, and pushes him onto the mattress. And although Jax seems to look surprised as he falls back, something tells her she wouldn't have been able to push this delicious block of a man onto the bed if he wasn't already on board with the idea to begin with. She's just surprised he didn't reach out and pull her with him.
He's propped up on his arms, palms flat to the bed, but doesn't say a word, just looks back at her with love, and lust sparkling in his eyes as she kneels, leaning into him in all her nakedness, and begins to undo his belt and pants.
She makes quick work of the belt, button, and zipper, and with his help, she quickly works his slacks and boxer briefs over his hips, his impressive cock springing free in the process, as hard and ready as she expected it to be.
Although she has other plans first, Tara can't help herself from climbing onto his lap to grind against him and deeply kiss him at least once more.
Straddling him naked, for a moment his undone belt buckle bites uncomfortably into the skin on the inside of her thigh, but she honestly doesn't care as he bucks his hips against her. Her senses are exploding from the heat and the length of him grinding deliciously against her bare skin. Any pain is outweighed by the pulsing beat of neediness she feels coming back with a vengeance, cascading like an unstoppable avalanche to the apex of her parted legs around his hips.
Jax groans against her mouth and is ready to take matters back into his own hands, literally dropping said hands from her face to reach for her naked hips on top of him. But Tara stops him by forcefully grabbing his wrists, firmly pushing his hands off of her hips only to move back down and off of his lap instead before he even knows what happened.
Surprisingly, he doesn't say anything, but his curious eyes never leave her body as she kneels in front of him, untying his shoes, ridding him of them and his socks, before quickly doing the same with his pants and boxer briefs, and tossing them all aside.
Kneeling between his parted legs now, Tara swallows hard as she takes a second to admire him. He is finally nude from the waist down too, revealing hard muscular thighs, and firm quads, and damn him … even his bare feet look fucking perfect. But standing out in the most literal sense of the word is his long hard cock jutting out to his stomach, the head glistening with wetness that she can't wait to lick, and her body reacts as expected.
Oh, God. Somehow everything immediately tightens, liquefies, and responds. The familiar liquid heat pooling achingly between her bare thighs is back. Embarrassment for how wet the sight of him makes her, paints her cheeks a deeper pink. She just can't control her reaction. Jax is a beautiful man in every sense. There's no denying that even in his mid-thirties, he still has the kind of body women all over the world fantasize about.
His posture is relaxed, but even if it wasn't for the giant hard-on so prominently on display, she can see in his gaze, in the feverish glint that those sky-blue eyes get, how much he wants her. That look, along with the rapid rising of his chest, also tells her he is feeling just as wild and worked up as she is, and it makes her all the more eager to do this.
He widens his legs a little more, giving her room to work and watching her as she starts by slowly stroking his swollen dick, up and down, up and down.
With one hand sprawled out on his muscular thighs, the other is still wrapped tightly around him as she eagerly leans over him, ready to finally have a taste of him.
The truth is, the only thing that excites Jax more than sliding his hand up between Tara's thighs, and discovering how soaking wet she is for him, is this right here. The carnal look of hunger in her eyes right now as she kneels before him, ready to take him in her mouth, and focus on just his pleasure for a little while.
Jax sighs at the first tentative contact of Tara's soft lips on him, closing his eyes and letting his head drop back as she tongues the tiny slip at the very top, tasting the drop of saltiness that has pearled there. The moment it reaches her taste buds, she swears her entire body erupts into euphoric bliss, that feeling combined with his initial reaction urges her to keep going.
Opening his eyes again, he watches her as her tongue laps around the tip of his dick with more vigor, and his relaxed posture quickly morphs into his abs tensing and him gritting his teeth.
Her eyes meet his, gleaming in delight as she dips down further causing him to groan out loud when she sucks the thick head of his dick completely into her warm mouth for the first time.
Loving his reaction, Tara keeps at it, swirling her tongue around him again and again, relishing in and swallowing away the salty taste of his lust that continuously reappears at the very tip of his shaft, before she goes back to sinking her mouth further and further over him, expertly pushing him more and more toward her throat each time.
He shuts his eyes and leans his head back again, his fingers firmly closing around the soft bedding beneath him as she starts taking as much of him in her mouth as she can. His length and girth always make it a challenge to take him, but she was never someone to back down from that challenge.
Tara sucks him off, swirling her tongue along the underside of his shaft when she pulls back, only to sink her head further down again. She begins to pump her head up and down, and he grunts through gritted teeth. He reaches for her hair, trying to push his fingers into the top of it, but finds unexpected resistance from the countless pins still in her hair to hold it back from her face.
Surprising Jax, Tara lifts her hands to her hair, and although she's losing some of the previous rhythm for a few moments as she continues to work him over, she quickly finds the pins one by one, and carelessly lets them fall onto the floor beside her. Only then, after the last pin drops to the ground, does she pull back enough to let his cock slip free from her lips, to run her hands through her hair, shaking her head and with it her hair out, making her long brown tresses look wild and -even though he didn't think it was possible- even that much sexier.
She looks up, meeting Jax's gaze again. His face is brimming with pure unconcealed lust at the sight of her. The intense carnal look on his features somehow makes him even more attractive.
Lowering her head, she takes him into her mouth again, for now still bridging the gap between her mouth and the base of his cock with her stroking hand, all the while cupping and caressing his balls with her free hand.
She massages them gently while she enthusiastically bobs her head up and down over him, mimicking the sex she wants to have with him before the night is over.
Her mouth around his dick is heaven and hell all rolled into one, but it's no surprise since she honed this particular skill when they first started dating. His girl learned how to suck a dick on this particular dick, and if memory serves him right she loved every second of it.
"Damn," he swears out loud, her tongue doing things to him that he'd bet money on are illegal in parts of this country. Unable to hold himself back any longer, Jax leans forward a little more, pushing his hands deeper into her hair to grab hands full of the soft strands now. Gently urging her to take him in deeper, groaning and gasping when she does.
She lifts her eyes to look at him, noticing how much he's holding back, his muscles tight, his abs flexing, and reminding her how fucking sculpted he is as she brings him closer and closer.
Relaxing her throat, she fights the instinctual choking sensation that happens whenever she takes him that much deeper, but she's determined to make him feel as good as he made her feel a bit ago. His deep guttural groans as he thrusts down her throat leaving no doubt that he is.
Looking up at him with innocent eyes as lustful fingertips tease his balls, she's silently begging him to let her keep going until she can feel his salty cum drip down her throat. Deepthroating Jax's cock is no small feat, but she doesn't get to do it for long before Jax's fingers tug on her hair, pulling her head up and off of him.
He is breathing hard, his chest rising and falling in quick succession. "You're gonna end this before we really started," Jax declares in a throaty voice, then commands, "Come here, Babe."
He takes her hand, trying to pull her off her knees, but to his surprise she refuses. Swiping her tongue across and biting down on her swollen lip for a split second before she admits, "I want you to come in my mouth."
Even though he seems surprised by her admission, his voice is a low whisper that wraps around her, tightening around her skin, but she can still make out the questioning undertone behind his familiar term of endearment for her when he groans, "Babe."
It isn't hard to figure out what he's thinking, his statement about ending this before it started being the first clue, but the night is still young … well, sort of, and they can still do all the other things they've both been looking forward to. And that's pretty much what she tries to tell him when she leans in further, teases her fingertips across his bearded jaw, and whispers back, "We have all night."
Those four little words from her are all it takes to change Jax's mind, but he still can't help thinking that this must be a dream, this perfection can't be real.
Keeping her gaze on his, she fists him, rolls his balls, and sucks the head, tonguing the tiny slit at the top again and humming around it, before she's opening wide and begins to deep-throat him again.
Jax's eyes close for another moment, his head falling back again too, and she takes him as deep and fast as she can, trying to fill her mouth and throat with him. His body shakes with the force of the desire pulsating through his veins. He slides his hands back into her silky hair again and begins to tug her head in the rhythm he wants, groaning her name. "Tara … Tara!"
She can't imagine anything sexier than the way he groans her name. With each pull and thrust, she feels a delicious sensation building up in her core again too. A sensation that feels so good that she doesn't fight against it, she wants it to build. She wants it to take over, because … we have all night!
Jax exhales heavily, unconsciously pushing his hips forward, watching her as she takes him deeper. Any man who says great head can't be as good as sex, has never had truly great head before. He loves sex as much as any man, too much probably, all things considered, but there is a certain power that comes with a blowjob. It's a feeling unlike anything else when the beautiful woman that he loves willfully debases herself, drops to her knees, stares up at him in worship, all while she tries not to choke on his dick. It's not a very romantic notion, but fuck if it isn't the truth.
If he dared to speak these thoughts out loud, Tara might argue that she's the one holding all the power, considering she's quite literally holding him by the balls at this very moment, and who fucking know? Maybe she's right. But it's hard to think so while looking down into her hazel eyes that are glazing over with lust and a touch of tears as he grips her hair to keep her head exactly where he wants it.
It feels like every nerve in his body has been lit on fire, and he tugs at her head harder. The warm wetness encompassing him as he eases himself forward is one of the best feelings he's ever experienced.
While it feels fucking incredible, he can't stop the memories that tease his mind back to the first time he looked down at Tara kneeling in front of him like this, and something like drunk double vision takes over, though he's not drunk at all. One eye sees the sight in front of him, his beautiful wife, the other eye sees the innocence of teenage Tara the first time he had her in this position. A deep hum of pleasure from her makes his dick twitch and after a few hard blinks wash the sight away, bringing him back to only the present.
With every push, she takes him a little bit deeper and deeper. She's too fucking good at this, and he's not sure he'll last much longer. That doesn't stop him though from fisting his fingers harder in the hair at the back of her head and setting a faster pace.
"That's it, Babe." She hears him groan. "Fuuuuck … I'm close." She doesn't need his words of encouragement because there is no way in hell she is going to stop now. Her slender fingers softly cradle his sack, then begin a slow massage, around and around.
Both of them already know what comes next, and he widens his thighs even more in preparation. He hears her labored breathing, trying to get as much oxygen through her nose as she can, while she still can. He lets out a long low groan, his abs constrict and his ass clenches, tugging her hair and guiding her farther down his shaft, her nose nearly pressed to his groin, and he holds her there. Just a long second or two, just a stolen breath while she works her throat, trying to swallow around his cock as he comes hard and spills down her throat.
While holding her breath, her eyes begin to water even as her own body trembles with lust. His blue eyes hungrily watch her, and it has her breasts aching to be touched, the inside of her thighs feeling wet with new want, her pussy clutching around nothing, needing him inside her while she makes him touch heaven, drinking every drop he has to give. It doesn't seem to matter how many times he has come in her mouth, the feeling never dulls.
Tara releases his softening cock and licks her lips before a satisfied little smirk appears as she dries the corner of her mouth with her thumb and finger.
Looking down at her, naked, her flushed cheeks and pretty, swollen lips is one hell of a gorgeous sight. No actual words need to be said because the evidence is clear. He can see it in her eyes, her face, and how her chest rises and falls. She might've just sucked him dry, but there's no question that she wants and needs more just as much as he does.
He runs his hand down her head and cups her cheek, before simultaneously reaching for one of her hands and her elbow, and pulling her up until she stands.
She wastes no time though, climbing onto his lap, straddling him, heated wet naked skin against wet naked skin. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leans in to kiss him, nipping at his lower lip, demanding entry, and then overwhelming his mouth with her swollen tongue, sharing his taste with him, just like he'd done earlier with her.
He grabs her tightly, kisses her deeply, and somehow shifts her body even closer, holding her up against him as he rolls them over, practically hurling them onto the bed. He is so ridiculously strong, that even though she isn't exactly a delicate or petite kind of woman, his strength and the way he handles her so easily always makes her feel like she is. Like her generous curves don't weigh a thing.
While they kiss, he shifts her body up the mattress until her head is on a pillow. He kisses her, his body half on top of hers, his cock is wet and hot against her stomach, and he grinds himself against her.
Jax moves a hand between her legs, and Tara bends one leg, letting it fall open for him as his fingers find and caress her slit. "Christ, Babe," he says when he dips his fingers back and forth through her wetness, leaving no doubt that she's more than ready for more of him.
But taking his time, he runs his fingers in small circles over her clit until she gasps and moans against his lips as he pushes her closer and closer to another orgasm.
Her body jerks as jolts of pleasure run through her, making her tremble and shiver underneath him. But just before she can topple over the edge this time, Jax abandons her clit and pushes two fingers deep inside her instead.
Again she moans and writhes around his hand as he continues to slide in and out of her, writing dirty poetry inside of her with his skilled fingers. Even in this position, hovering over her, the candlelights illuminate the room enough to allow his eyes the shadow-laden view of her pussy as he keeps pushing his fingers deeper into her, her moans growing louder when he picks up his pace.
She desperately wants the release her body is already aching for again, but this time Jax seems to be set on teasing her a little while longer.
Just when Tara thinks she won't be able to stand it any longer, Jax removes his fingers, and nudges his hips between her legs to settle himself there as he rolls onto her, grinding his hips into hers, and pins her body to the mattress with his.
Despite his orgasm not too long ago, she can already feel him getting hard as his lips find hers again. Their tongues meet softly at first, further feeding the fiery desire for more, sending more electric flutters throughout their heated skin. Jax's kisses are always so intoxicating, making her feel dizzy with want, especially when they can still taste one another on their tongues, like right now.
Lost in their heated kiss, his newly formed erection now lies heavy and thick between them as they start grinding their bodies against each other with more vigor. With measured movements, the steely length of him is slipping slowly back and forth between the folds of her pussy lips, repeatedly gliding over her opening and clit, prompting Tara to tilt her hips and part her legs even further, in part to increase the most delicious friction there, but mostly hoping the shift in position will finally draw him inside her, not wanting to wait another second.
As if Jax can read her mind, he braces himself on his elbow, and pulls back from the kiss to look at her as he wedges his other arm between their intertwined bodies to adjust the position of his dick. This moment of intense eye contact is more intimate than words he might say could ever be as he pushes the crown of his dick against her entrance, and makes her moan when he slowly slides into her.
She's still dripping, soaking wet from the magic his fingers have worked between her legs moments ago. So pitifully, embarrassingly wet that despite his size her body all too easily stretches to accommodate him. Her slick wetness accepts him in a smooth, sensual glide -there's no initial stinging pain, only instant mind-shattering pleasure.
She trembles and moans as he hovers over her, her face imprisoned between his muscular forearms, his blue eyes scorching into hers. Then he rests his forehead against hers, and draws his hips back, only to slide in even deeper, slide in fully until his groin and hers are completely flush. There is just something about that first full thrust that always hits differently, the feel of his cock completely inside her is indescribable.
"Ooohhhh … Jax," her voice is thin and trembling when she sighs, her body shuttering in contentment as she wraps her arms around him, her hands splayed open against his strong muscular back. This is what she has wanted all day, what she has waited for all day.
Jax plants another kiss on her mouth, kissing her real slow as he starts to move equally slow, sliding out only to gently push back in, then repeats that motion again and again.
Still moving, he pulls away from the kiss to meet her eyes again, and she shivers and sighs at the intensity of their connection at this very moment. And just when she contemplates if slow missionary with alternating eye contact and passionate kisses exceeds all other positions, he changes her mind when he picks up speed with each following thrust.
Tara trembles and moans as he keeps going at the increasing speed, continuing to pump into her harder and faster with each following thrust. His hand grips her hair while he's plowing her until the only thing they feel, the only thing that they focus on is their shared building pleasure, spiking with every crash of their bodies slapping together.
But it's not enough for him, Jax wants more. He winds his hands even further in her hair, yanking her head back towards him so he can kiss her more deeply, and all she can do is pant against his open mouth as he drives his dick into her harder and harder.
Her panting turns into groans of pleasure as he fucks her incredibly hard, his hips bucking like power pistons between her wide-open legs. He grabs her knee, pushing it higher over his hip, driving himself deeper, all while he stares into her eyes.
With each motion of his hips, he works them further into a frenzy. His thrusts getting stronger and faster as he shoots them for the orgasmic stars, leaving them drenched in sweat and sin, the smell of hot sex sizzling between their gyrating bodies.
His stamina never wavers. The heat of his skin is skimming across hers and creating the kind of friction neither of them can get enough of. By now their skin is slick with perspiration, noisily wet, thighs to open thighs, hot lips, and wet tongues kissing in a rabid tempo, matching the wildly delirious rhythm of their bodies rocking together.
"That's it," Jax says knowingly, shifting his hips just the tiniest bit in a different way.
Of course he's right, Tara can feel it as Jax expertly mashes his pelvis against hers, her clit swelling more, and her pussy tightens. And finally, the orgasm he first started to build with his fingers is now crashing into her, her whole body wants to curl around his at the intensity of it, the way her pussy keeps on spasming around his cock.
She has to bite down on her lower lip because an actual scream is threatening to escape her, her legs shaking violently, every single one of her nerves tingling as he pants and groans near her ear. She wraps her arms more tightly around his powerful back, her short nails digging into his skin deep enough to leave a mark.
He grunts through gritted teeth, enjoying the feel of her coming around his dick. She moans until the pleasure takes her breath and voice away, arching her back as she opens her mouth in a silent O of delirious bliss.
She keeps gasping after she finishes, coming down from the sexual high, breathing hard, looking up at Jax, and smiling as she tries to pull herself together again. For a moment she's feeling too sensitive for more, feeling like she needs to slump back into the soft bedding beneath her and just pass out, but she knows Jax has other ideas because he isn't done just yet, he's only slowed his pace for a second.
"You look so fucking hot when you come," Jax says, his deep blue eyes boring into her hazel ones while she lies panting beneath him, still trying to catch her breath. She knows there's some irony in the fact that she blushes, but Jax doesn't give her time to think about that or his compliment for too long.
He leans down to roughly kiss her again before he wraps his arm tightly around her body, and in one smooth move rolls them over, using momentum to pull her along with him.
She cries out in surprise, but the next thing she knows she's on top of him, with his cock still buried deeply inside her.
"Impressive, Teller," she giggles as she sits up, although she's plenty familiar with his bedroom skills and isn't actually impressed, more surprised really at the change in position.
Jax just laughs and winks at her when he sits up enough to slowly kiss her, then seductively sucks her lower lip into his mouth for a moment, his voice sounding hoarse and needy when he's releasing her lip to finally say, "Love me, Tara!"
A rush of pure love courses through her at his words, and despite her still pulsing pussy, she begins to rock her hips up and down on him. She pushes up, bracing herself with her fingers sprawled out on his chest, and slides his cock in and almost completely out of her as she's riding him hard and deep.
Looking up at Tara, he's mesmerized, watching his beautiful wife move over him, gyrating her luscious curves over his tense body. He doesn't miss his chance to ogle over her, captivated by a beat of sweat that rolls down the cleavage right between her breasts as if it is for his own personal enjoyment. Fuck she's beautiful … and she's all mine!
"You're so beautiful," Jax says out loud, unable to keep his thoughts to himself as he gazes into her eyes, and she rewards him by rolling her hips over him a little faster at the compliment.
With Tara's eyes locked on his, the connection is so damn intense and intimate again, it is hard to think they could've lost this. Not just the sex but everything. This chance to be together, to build a life together. It's pure insanity thinking back on how much they've endured, how much they put each other through. This is their escape, with every touch and kiss and fuck, she's making him forget all the bad shit that's behind them, her pussy his sanctuary. This is exactly what he needs, what they need, lusting after one another, indulging, and hunting for gratification together. He's here to please her. This is what he does now, what his new goal in life is.
A strange sense of possessiveness swallows him whole. He can't ever lose her again. It would literally kill him.
Watching her, Jax remains still, letting her do all the work, but she can feel how difficult it is for him to maintain his control judging by the fierce grip of his fingertips digging into the flesh of her ass.
She must be doing something right though, because before long Jax bites his lip and furrows his brow, his beautiful face contorted in concentration as she brings him closer and closer to his orgasm now.
He tugs her forward to kiss her, and she gasps between kisses when he reaches between them and rubs over her clit, swallowing her moans with his mouth.
"Fuck, Babe," he says, back to biting his bottom lip, although a groan still vibrates deep in his throat and chest when -encouraged by the sounds he's making- she rides him a little harder and faster.
Fuck, this feels too damn good. He can't ever get enough of her.
Unable to hold himself back any longer, Jax wraps an arm around her hips and another around her back and pulls her further down onto him. His hands slip to her waist, inviting her to follow the rhythm he's setting, gliding up and down on his throbbing cock. Despite being the one on bottom now, he pushes into her, driving in deeper and deeper, and her soft moans slice through the silence of the cottage.
It doesn't take long before Tara's soft moans turn much louder when Jax expertly angles his pelvis so that her clit rubs against his pubic bone again as they keep rocking back and forth together. She makes the most incredible noises. Sounds that heighten the frenzy inside him. Sounds that bring out the inner caveman in him.
Her manicured fingernails are raking over his chest and abs, leaving pink marks on his skin. Fuck scars he'll proudly wear. Keeping the same angle, his hands are on her hips now, holding her waist so she can't get away as he's starting to thrust harder up into her.
His tight grip on her is almost too much, momentarily balancing on the edge of pain, but the sensation is completely and quickly drowned out by his relentless but delicious pounding from underneath her.
Once more she allowed herself to buy into the illusion that being on top was going to give her more control, but just like countless times in the past, she's proven wrong.
Jax leans up to be closer, and her two big tits -barely contained by his hands- move close to his face, pert nipples calling out for his attention. He responds accordingly, licking and sucking and biting until they are red and swollen, and he feels her getting even wetter. He loves the feel of her sweet juices drenching him like this. "You're so wet, Babe, you're dripping on my balls."
Oh, wow. His dirty mouth does things to her insides too. He's never been much of a dirty talker, but lately, he's taking a liking to it and so has she. His voice and dirty words are starting to become the soundtrack to her orgasms.
"Jax, I need …" she whispers, the last words don't make it past her lips because a groan escapes her instead and her fingers desperately grip the blond strands of his hair.
He knows exactly what she needs, and it is so freaking sexy to hear her asking for it. His cock is getting closer to release again too. Her mouth earlier was heavenly, but this time he wants her to give him just a little more. He wants to feel her pussy tighten and milk him empty that way.
His hand wanders south over her soft belly to find her hard clit again. He twirls his thumb over it, drawing tight little circles until she's moving desperately faster, starting to sound raw like she's losing her voice as she moans and groans out loud. She's not holding anything back and he can't get enough of the sounds she makes when she's this close, because at home with the kids across the hall they have no choice than to keep the noises down to a minimum. So now he wants to hear her, and wants her to hear him too.
He sits up more, twisting her arms behind her back while his mouth feasts on those glorious tits again, and drives up hard and fast.
Tara's third orgasm grows, building hot and incredibly fast this way. Her entire body quakes as her open thighs begin to shake around him. He pounds into her again and again, faster and harder until they both are gasping loudly for breath, drowning in each other.
Jax releases her arms and leans back further again, arching up, watching her intently as he fucks her impossibly harder. His hip bones bruise her inner thighs as he gives her the rampage she needs until pleasure explodes in her core and washes through her body, and he finally eases up his movement again.
He's still balls-deep inside her though, his muscles under her hands straining and tightening as her pussy keeps clenching around him while he's still easing in and out of her. "It's too much," Tara moans, placing her palms against his abs to hold him off. She hangs her head forward, the tips of her long hair teasing Jax's chest, barely able to hold herself up while aftershocks of the orgasm continue to crash into her like unrelenting waves against a cliff. Then she meets his eyes, sounding breathless and almost desperate when she adds, "Please tell me you're close."
"So fucking close," Jax replies with a grunt, stopping all movement just long enough to pull himself up and kiss her roughly as she keeps on coming around his dick. He doesn't want to lose this connection though, so he's back to moving his hips to keep her orgasm going, savoring the feel of her sweaty skin while she holds onto him. Her fingers clutching hard onto his neck, as if there was another place he'd rather be. This is the closest thing to paradise, between her legs is his personal heaven on earth. He doesn't want this night to end ever.
As aftershocks of her orgasm continue to ripple through her, squeezing him, fighting his own release has become a lost battle, not that he was actually fighting it. He's back to gripping her hips bruisingly hard, his hips moving at a pace again that feels like he's trying to destroy her, pushing into her as fast and hard as his body allows him to go.
But suddenly his rhythm starts to falter and somehow his body arches further into her as it jerks with pleasure. Thick bulging veins stand out on his temple and neck as he rests his forehead against hers and she feels his cock jerking, pulsating deep inside of her.
Jax's arms wind around her, both hands holding her asscheeks in a vice-like grip, forcing her pussy tightly onto his throbbing cock. Then his brain splinters into a million pieces when -with a loud and drawn-out groan into her neck and tousled hair- he finally comes and comes, his hips jerking at their own, working his climax deeply into her.
When his body eventually stills beneath her, she falls forward onto his chest in the same instance he pulls her flush to him as he falls back. Jax's heart hammers against her cheek, and they both breathe hard, trying to recover from the exertion.
Jax's hand moves over the nape of her neck, grabbing her hair, holding the gaze of those beautiful hazel-green eyes, smiling happily before he leans closer and kisses her deeply, his head still spinning with the aftershocks. "I love you, Tara," he declares in a whisper, loving the way her pupils shine in the dim candlelight of the room.
He's been so loving and caring the whole day, so it's no surprise that he puts a voice to what she has just been thinking too. "I love you, Jackson!" Her reply falls just as easily from her lips as she's holding his gaze, followed by another slow but deep kiss, before she nestles her face back into his broad chest and sighs as the deep-seated feeling of bliss and love settles back over her.
The aftermath of her orgasms still glows under her skin, pulsing like a slowing heartbeat between her legs, when Jax brushes his fingers first over her cheeks and then through her hair, snagging a little on her tousled strands, before wrapping his arms back around her back.
Their bodies feel slick with perspiration, and a healthy flush stains not just her cheeks, but his as well now. His short hair though hardly looks messier than before, like nothing of significance has happened, despite her repeatedly gripping it. Like they didn't just fuck each other's brains out. Yet as she tries to push a hand through her hair, she's not surprised to find hers a tangled mess.
All in all, she's pretty sure she looks the opposite of a blushing virgin bride at the moment, and more than likely looks like she feels, like she's just been fucked good and hard by her handsome husband.
The thing about Jax though is that in matters of the bedroom, he seems to just know what it is she wants and needs. He knows that sometimes she wants to be made love to, gently and with unhurried hands, slow, deep thrusts, and near-silent moans. And sometimes, like tonight, she wanted to be fucked, full force, like the colliding of two feral animals in heat, with strong hands gripping hips, fists full of hair, and mouths sucking flesh. He loves and knows her so deeply, so intimately, that he can tell which one she wants just from the look in her eyes alone.
So whether it's a fast and hard fuck or slow and gentle lovemaking, with Jax they're one and the same, blurred lines so to speak, because even at his roughest, when he's fucking her incredibly hard with an animal-like abandonment, there's no denying that he's still making love to her too. It's in every touch, every kiss, and every look he gives her … it's in the connection they share, not just with their bodies but with their hearts, the undisputable intimacy that has existed between them from the very start.
What they have is way more than just mind-blowing sex. This is real true love. This is as close as two people can get, figuratively, and literally. This physical and emotional connection they share is the best feeling in the world, and she can't imagine ever being without it again!
Wanting to commit this moment to memory, she revels in the feel of his body as he's still so deeply connected to hers. The heat in his blue eyes as they burned holes into hers. And the taste of his lips and tongue against hers too. Jesus Christ, there are no words that'd do justice to how much she loves this man.
"How do you feel?" Jax brings her out of her thoughts with his question, raising one of her hands to his mouth and pressing a kiss to her knuckles.
She bites her lip, trying to think it through. How does she feel? Exhausted. Sated. Amazing. Wonderfully sore. She's got an inkling her legs will be worthless tomorrow. "Perfect." She says because it sums it all up pretty nicely.
She can hear Jax's heart thumping rapidly in his chest, his breaths haven't evened out completely yet either, when he replies, "Me too." Then he tenderly brushes his fingers down her naked spine, making her shiver before he rests his hand on the small of her back, tugging her against him as he sighs contently. "I swear, I wanna stay in you forever."
She laughs quietly, blushing at his admission, and although she wants that too, she enjoys the after-sex banter too much to not make a comment. "We'll need to sleep at some point … Get some food."
"We can just order something, door dash or whatever," He teases, liking this what-if game they're playing now.
"And then burn the calories again?" She answers with another little laugh, and something inside his chest warms at her carefree sound. He knows the feeling all too well because he's loved her for as long as he can remember, so it's nothing new.
"You're reading my mind, Babe." He kisses her forehead, and can feel her pussy clench a little.
"Hmm," she hums, then murmurs, "Burgers and fries sound good."
He groans in a groggy voice. "I'll buy you all the burgers you want." He'll do whatever to keep her here straddling him, order another buffet like they had at the wedding if that will make her happy. What the fuck is happening to him? When has he turned into such a pussy? He silences his mind and kisses the top of her head, trying to think of what else to say to plead his case some more for all-night and all-day fucking.
"Okay, I'll stay right here," she surprises him before he can say anything else, her thighs around his waist relaxing completely at the same moment the words leave her mouth.
Fuck, that tiny little movement almost makes him want to have her again right now, although his now flaccid dick seems to need a bit of a longer recovery this time. "It was the promise of burgers, wasn't it?"
"Obviously, I need sustenance," she says and he can feel her smile against his chest as she's snuggling closer, before she adds with more humor in her voice, "A girl can't survive on just your cum alone, Teller."
He laughs, the notion is ridiculous, but having fun with it he wonders out loud, "You sure about that? You could run a case study" He smirks at the thought of how much he loves her lips swallowing his cock. His hand slowly caresses up and down her spine again as he continues teasing her. "Ain't that something doctors do?"
But when, after a few quiet moments, Tara still doesn't reply, he cocks his head to the side at an awkward angle to get a look at her. Her face is fully relaxed, her eyes are closed, her mouth the tiniest bit ajar, and judging by her even breathing he realizes she's fallen fast asleep … sprawled on top of him, with his flaccid dick still inside her.
His inner caveman roars with pride, loving that she lies wasted in his arms like this, exhausted, and punchdrunk on love and lust. Trying not to wake her, and without moving her off of him, he grabs the sides of the blanket they're laying on to the left and right of them and wraps both sides across her back, tucking the blanket around her, and with it cocooning their naked selves inside.
After whispering another "I love you" in her ear, he places a feather-light kiss against her forehead, and buries his nose in her hair for a moment as he breathes in the scent of his woman, feeling a bone-deep satisfaction come over him. It's the kind of feeling he hadn't known he'd been missing until it settled inside him, and now he never wants to be without it. Nobody can really predict what the future holds, but he can only hope that no matter what happens, they'll spend the rest of their lives wrapped around each other like this.
It doesn't take long before Jax gives in to the exhaustion of the last month, closes his eyes, and holds Tara close as he falls asleep too.
Their primal needs temporarily satisfied.
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Author's Note: I think this might be my smuttiest chapter yet. What did you all think? Too much? I hope not, because I have a couple more scenes like these that'll play out over the next couple of chapters too. Please leave me a review/comment with your thoughts. Thank you. Xoxo, Skater