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arm out either side of his waist so that my chest is
leaning over his. “Only—I’m assuming you’ll need excusing from all sexclusivity
activities for… say… five days?”
     
    Jax firmly takes hold of my upper arms.
     
    “No, thank you Nurse. That won’t be necessary. Where
there’s a will—” He pulls me forward so we’re nose to nose. “—there’s always a way.”
     
    Before he has chance to beat me to it, I clamp
my mouth gently over his beautiful lips and indulge myself at last. It’s slow
and meaningful. Clearly saying, ‘ I’ve missed you’ and ‘ I wanna fuck
you’ . We let our bodies start reacquainting.
     
    I pull back and stroke my tongue along his
bottom lip. Kissing the cut underneath the corner of his mouth, I stroke my tongue
back across his upper lip.
     
    “I’ve missed this.” I whisper against his mouth.
     
    “I’ve missed you, Angel.”
     
    Mmm. Angel.
     
    But instead of flipping my stomach over
sideways, that word sends a pang of bitterness through me. I lean back a few
inches so that I can study his eyes.
     
    “Jax, do you call Carmel ‘Angel’?”
     
    “What? No .”
     
    “She knew that that’s what you call me. She
used it to get a rise out of me. Why would you tell her that?”
     
    Suddenly the fact I told Wills that Jax ‘ eats
my pussy like it’s what he was put on this earth to do’ creeps into my head
for split second. O-okay, so maybe I’m blowing this out of proportion… I’ve
been sharing far more intimate details than a name.
     
    “I wouldn’t.”
     
    How did she know then? I can see that he hasn’t
a clue what I’m talking about and that’s good enough for me.
     
    “Well—she’s strange anyway. Now , where
were we?”
     
    Satisfied
‘Angel’ hasn’t been ruined for me, I kiss him again but with more urgency. Our tongues greet each
other in their own familiar way. I roll mine against his, tasting him. Jesus,
he is such a great kisser. Gripping my jaw roughly, Jax lets out a low growl
into my mouth, echoing down my throat and filling that earlier emptiness. He sucks
hard on my bottom lip, dragging it in his teeth. I love it when he’s more
forceful yet manages to still show his restraint, clarifying what I do to him.
It ignites that sacred roaring fire within me, which he is in complete control
of.
     
    I shift one hand to grip the headboard behind
him, holding my weight and then drift my right hand leisurely up over the bed
covers, starting with his right thigh. I intentionally smooth straight over his
long, firm erection, showing my own restraint too.
     
    He frustratingly groans at the loss of brief
contact as he knots his fingers into my loose hair. I stick to the right side
of his torso and skate my fingers over the edge of the covers, high on his
chest.
     
    Smiling on top of his lips, I press my tongue
back into his mouth. Slipping my hand beneath the covers, I reverse my
direction back down. Gliding over his ripped pecs and skirting over his bandage
carefully. Raising the elastic on the waistband of his briefs, I eagerly dive beneath
with zero hesitation.
     
    Taking hold of his hardness at the base, I moan
in appreciation—I haven’t touched him for so long. I’m always astounded by his
sheer size, loving the conflicting feel of the silky smooth skin enveloping his
solid erection. Skin to skin, my pussy promptly tightens, screaming out from where
I want him—as if there was any doubt! But this is swiftly followed up by a
shake of my head out of frustration because my period came yesterday. It’s
not gonna happen Bethany!
     
    Whilst still kissing, the next best option quickly
descends into my one-track mind. My mouth waters at the thought of swallowing
his thick length. Withdrawing my tongue, I entice him until he plunges deep
inside my mouth. Wrapping my lips around his warm tongue, I suck him nice and
slow. Suggestively—teasingly rippling my tongue underneath, I suck in sync with
the motion of my