with mine, I snap, “You do yours.”
His underwear is tented in front of me, and he looks relieved as I yank my panties down and kick them away. He does the same before standing up and looking down at me. “Oh, wow,” I breathe out, stunned and a bit intimidated.
Seven feet of hard, sculpted man stands in front of me, and he’s totally comfortable with his nudity. There’s no cupping himself with self-consciousness. He’s practically got his hands on his hips as his cock juts out in front of him.
Everything about him is male and cut, with powerful muscles twitching beneath the skin. I saw and felt him hard earlier, but with his pants only undone, I didn’t get that good of a look. He’s much longer and thicker than I realized, and I swallow, slightly intimidated.
Jaxtyn’s eyes drift over me as I stare at him. Traveling down my belly, they land on the apex of my thighs, and it’s as if my pussy knows. Even as it clenches in anticipation, wetness coats me. How can I feel that? I can’t ever remember feeling wet like this. And certainly, not ever this much.
Inhaling deeply, he drops to his knees in front of me and runs the back of his fingers over my hip while he begins kissing down from my belly button. Gripping his shoulders in my hands, I dig my fingers into his rock-hard shoulders as he licks and kisses, over and over, building a tightness in me I’ve never experienced before. He licks his way down; each cool stroke of his tongue alternated with gentle love bites.
Squirming in front of him, his hands glide up my thighs, and the rough texture against me wakes up a need I’ve never realized was possible. My knees tremble as I clutch him for support. “You’re so delicious,” he murmurs as he slips his hand between my thighs, gathering up my dripping wetness. His fingertips skim my slit, causing another shock of awareness that has me moaning. “I don’t know which part I want to taste first.”
Looking up at me, Jaxtyn brings his wet fingers to his mouth, sucking them between his lips with a groan. “Jaxtyn,” I breathe in response.
“What, Zoey? Do you want me?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Forever, Zoey? As my mate?” His eyebrows go up as he squeezes me, making it clear this isn’t a one-time thing. I’m not a one-night-stand or a casual fuck.
“Yes,” I confirm, solemnly.
His face breaks into a smile as he reaches for me again. “Do you feel the pull between us? The recognition and awareness? Does it hit you like a jolt too?”
Grabbing his face, I answer honestly, “Yes.”
Rising to his feet, he stares at my naked body for a long moment before dragging me into his arms. I whimper as our naked skin meets, stunned by the intensity of the contact. My body crackles to life everywhere we touch. It’s overwhelming.
His lips crash into mine, and his tongue is hungry as he plunders my mouth. Arching into his body, my breasts rub against him as his hand travels down my back to my butt. Locking my fingers around his neck, I let him lift me so I can wrap my legs tightly around him. His erection is firmly trapped in the junction of my thighs.
I totally forget everything except this moment in time. He rocks me in his arms, mimicking sex, sliding back in forth in the slick vee of my thighs. My nerve endings scream, “More!” Twisting against him, I rub myself wantonly, pushing my body to a peak I didn’t even know existed.
As my panting becomes more erratic, he breaks our kiss, looking down at me. His face is grave and serious, but his eyes are sparkling and wild, flashing at me as he studies my face. “You’re so beautiful in your passion.”
I’ve never heard anything like that before. So much of my life I’ve spent hiding what I feel, faking what others want to see. Everything with him is a first. This is the first time someone has held me like this, that’s for sure!
“I want to watch you explode in pleasure. Take what you need, Zoey.”
It’s as if the words set me free as I rub against him wantonly. It feels so incredible. Better than anything I’ve ever felt.
He surrounds me, supports me, and inspires me as I begin to fall apart in pleasure.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- Jaxtyn
I’m riveted as Zoey bucks in my arms, captivated by her hunger for me. She’s making me