Wasted Lust - JA Huss Page 0,68

on the other. She moans and brings a leg up. Just the sensation of it brushing against mine is erotic.

“It’s all about you right now, killer. All about you.” I continue my journey south, my tongue dancing along her belly, then her hip. I nip her skin and she buckles her back, urging me to find my final destination. “Fuck, you’re so goddamned sexy.” My tongue flirts with the tip of her pussy, easily finding her sweet spot. I lick small circles around it and then nip the inside of her thigh.

“Keep going,” she urges softly. Her fingers are threaded in my hair, grabbing tight fistfuls, like she’s holding on for dear life. And then she pushes me into her folds, her hips doing a little dance along with my tongue.

I grab her clit gently between my lips and then suck. Not hard—she is far too soft to make this hard—but just enough. Just enough flicking of my tongue. Just enough movement of my lips. Just enough of my fingers reaching between her legs to find her opening before sliding in.

Everything tonight is just enough to make her come.

And she does. She contracts her muscles around my finger and she comes on my face with barely a whimper. But I know that giving herself to me like this is surrender. And letting me take control of her body this way is a gift.

“Fuck,” she moans, once the contractions stop. I kiss her once more and then roll off to the side and scoot up to her face. Her eyes are closed, so I surprise her with a taste of herself. Never knowing what to expect from this woman, I have a moment of fear that she will push me off and call me disgusting.

But she doesn’t.

She takes my offering and reaches down for my cock.

“We don’t have to go any further,” I whisper into her mouth.

“Yes,” she says, opening her eyes, saying it back just as softly. Like we’re keeping secrets. “We do.” She climbs on top of me and holds my cock in her fist. Her hand is small, barely arching around my wide girth. And then she lifts up and flicks it across her wet opening before easing back down. She slumps towards me, resting her head on my shoulder like we are lovers.

I wrap my hands around her back and hold her tight as I sit up straight, leaning against the headboard. She moves her hips, rubbing herself with each back and forth motion.

I cup her face again and tilt her head towards me so I can kiss her. And then, just as she really begins to move, I grab her ass with one hand and place my finger over her lips one more time.

I fuck her mouth as she moves on my dick. Our motion is synchronized, like we’ve done this a million times before. Like we know all the small movements, all the tiny gestures that will make each other climax. The motion of her lips. The friction of our bodies. Her long hair gently caressing my chest.

We are love in slow motion. We move as one, leaving the darkness behind, where it belongs, and become the light.

This is the moment I realize we are in this together. No matter what it takes—I don’t care what the sacrifice is—Sasha is mine. She deserves me. She deserves a man of truth. She deserves loyalty and love. She deserves to let her past go, embrace her present, and find her future. I will do whatever it takes to keep her safe so she can find that future, even if it means putting my own life on the line. I will die for her.

“I will die for you too,” I moan as she sucks on my finger. Tasting herself. Embracing herself. What she was, who she is, and what she can be if given the chance to live out her destiny.

She pulls away and frowns down at me. “Please don’t die, Jax.” She says it with such emotion, I feel her sadness flow through me. “Please don’t die. I won’t be able to live if I lose another person in my life. I won’t be able to go on. Promise me, Jax. Promise me you won’t leave me. And promise me you won’t kill Nick.”

“Sasha…”

“I can’t lose him, Jax. I know he’s not the boy I thought I knew, but I can’t lose him. I need to know he’s alive. Even if it’s in prison. Just the thought