The Yeah Baby Series(59)

I’d never taste anything sweeter than her mouth, but I tore myself away to move down her body, to another place I was sure would be every bit as addictive. Along the way, I stopped to pay homage to her spectacular tits, nibbling and sucking on her hardened peaks.

Moving to kneel between her legs, I spread them as wide as they would go. Then I slid my hands under her ass and lifted her pussy, allowing me to drink in the sight. It was pink and swollen, glistening with her arousal, dripping down her cheeks onto my hands.

“Jax, I don’t think—”

My palm went up and came down hard on her ass causing her to yelp. “I’m pretty sure you weren’t about to say what I want to hear, sweetheart,” I stated calmly. Fuck. Her lily white globes. Lowering her back down, I positioned myself on my stomach, opening her pussy lips with my thumbs, my bent arms holding her pelvis in place.

One long lick up her center had my own hips thrusting into the bed, seeking relief. Natalie cried out, trying to buck me off, but I stayed immobile, repeating the action.

Stiffening my tongue, I plunged it inside her, then licked up and swirled it around her clit, before sucking the little bud into my mouth.

“Oh!” she practically screeched. “Jax!”

I lifted my head to stare directly into her glazed eyes. “What, baby? Are you ready to admit the truth?”

She didn’t respond fast enough, so I dove back down and attacked her pussy with a vengeance. Over and over I drove her to the brink of orgasm, then pulled back to slowly edge her back down, until she was writhing and crying out for release. “I’ll give you what you need, sweetheart. Just say the words.” I was praying she gave in quickly because I was already on the verge of coming, my cock continually seeking relief with steady thrusts into the mattress.

“I’m yours,” she panted. “Please, I’m yours.”

“Damn fucking straight you are,” I snarled before pulling on her over-sensitive clit and driving two fingers into her tight pussy. “Let go, sweetheart. I need to be inside you.”

She splintered apart, her screams of pleasure washing over me. Before she was finished coming, I’d already gotten to my knees, lifted her ass, and buried myself deep. The sensation of her walls pulsing, squeezing me so tight as she orgasmed was too much and I lost all fucking control.

I’d intended to make love to her on our second round that night, but I wasn’t capable of anything at that moment but another rough, hard fucking. The bed squeaked with the force of my thrusts, our skin slapping loudly as it came together, our sounds of ecstacy ringing off the walls. The headboard added a steady thumping to the mix as it banged wildly. It was music, all of it. A symphony all our own, one composed by the knowledge that we belonged to each other, that our bodies were made to fit perfectly, to sing in harmony.

I couldn’t hold out for very long, but I managed to wait until Natalie spiraled off into a third orgasm before I exploded. I continued to pump hard as hot jets of come spurted from my cock, filling her, marking her. I’d already known it, but right then, it became glaringly clear that Natalie owned me.

We managed to finally eat, and I succeeded in making love to her. Worshipping her from head to toe before soaring into the heavens together. Around one in the morning, she made noises about needing to get home, but I pretended I hadn’t heard her, holding her to me with no intention of letting go.

When my alarm went off in the morning, I felt better than I had in . . . I couldn’t ever remember feeling that amazing.

“Mmmm,” I groaned. “You’ve offically ruined me, sweetheart. Waking up with you every morning is now essential to my survival.”

Natalie giggled and shook her head, bumping my chin from where she rested on my chest. “I’ve got to get to work,” she pouted.

Glancing at the clock, I sighed, we both needed to get going. I’d forgotten to set the alarm for earlier, in order to get in a morning fucking session. I kissed the top of her head and snuggled her a little closer.

“Bring a bag with you tonight,” I instructed softly. “That way you’ll have more time in the morning and I can drive you to work tomorrow.”

Natlie raised her head and turned to meet my eyes. “Pretty presumptuous,” she muttered.

I raised a single brow. “You’re mine. I’ll presume as much as I please. Now, get your sweet little ass out of bed before I decide we can both afford to be late while I stake my ownership of this delicious body this morning.”

A pretty blush stole across her face and for a beat, I could see her actually considering the idea. “Out, sweetheart,” I muttered. “I don’t want to be the reason you lose your job. Now go get in the shower and I’ll bring you something to wear home.” It made me feel marginally better about letting her go that morning, knowing she’d be in my clothes.