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hand.
     
    Stroking him from root to tip, with him clenched
inside my overstretched fist. My body claws back memories of the mind-blowing
stretching feeling whenever he first slides inside me. Instead of that, I feel
a dull, empty ache there instead.
     
    “Jax, I want you so bad.”
     
    He groans a rumble of arousal, gently pushing
his hips up.
     
    “Where do you want me?”
     
    “Mmm—between my legs.”
     
    “Hmm, you can do better than that B. Where do you want me?”
     
    Grinding his cock into my grasp.
     
    “Mmm—in my pussy.”
     
    “In your tight pussy.”
     
    “Yes. My tight pussy. Jax, I want to ride you… hard.”
     
    Dirty talk was a mystery to me pre-Jax. It’s so
liberating though, to let go without feeling judged. I love hearing him, it
does things to me that I just can’t explain.
     
    “Are you wet for me, Angel?”
     
    This man never fails to turn me on, he must
know that by now. He has me wet and wanting on demand. I nod.
     
    “So much.”
     
    But I’m also on my period for fucks sake. I swear
I could climax on the spot without him even touching me. He moves his hand from
my face and heads between my knees. I clamp them shut at his wrist and tell him
through gritted teeth that it’s my time of the month.
     
    Now it’s Jax’s turn to shake his head but undeterred
he pushes my legs apart regardless. Without hesitation he rubs his strong fingers
over my heated crotch. My periods are always light and I’m only wearing a slim
panty liner so I can feel him easily through the fabric. He presses his thumb with
precision, where he knows my clit is waiting for him, earning a long moan from
me as I squeeze my lips together and bear down. He looks me dead in the eye.
     
    “If it wasn’t for these fucking stitches I
would be taking you any way I can get you Beth.”
     
    “ Really? ” I’m already breathless and so
turned on. “I’ve never—”
     
    “Me neither. That’s how much I want to be
buried completely inside this incredible body of yours.”
     
    His gruff voice is both confident and needy at
the same time. Crushing against me with the heel of his palm, the pressure hits
the spot and pacifies my ache for him. Thrusting my hips forward, I push down
on his hand each time I reach his thick root, then arch my spine, drawing my
hips back when I return to his tip.
     
    We simulate sex, letting the intensity build up
around us whilst his last words linger in my ears.
     
    I kiss his chest, nipping and sucking his
nipple and wherever my mouth takes me. I love the feel of his defined muscles,
covered with soft skin and a light smattering of black hair. I lick and suck my
way back up to his hungry mouth that’s patiently waiting to devour me.
     
    My breathing’s staggered now.
     
    “I want you to come for me B.”
     
    “Mmm-huh.” I pant.
     
    He leans over with his left hand and partially
unzips my hoody, discovering just my black balconette bra underneath. Now I’m
grateful to have been too preoccupied at the thought of seeing Jax, to pull on
a tee earlier. I blatantly roll back my shoulders, pushing out by chest unashamedly
bursting for his touch.
     
    Closing my eyes, I imagine I’m straddling him—riding
him so deeply. My climax begins to spiral within grasp and my moans vibrate
softly in my throat. But he still doesn’t satisfy my need for him to pay
attention to my breasts.
     
    Concentrating on pleasuring him and keeping my
impending orgasm at bay, my head drops to rest on my outstretched arm, which is
still gripping onto his headboard. He turns his head, breathing heavily in my
ear signifying his own arousal.
     
    “Don’t ever leave without saying goodbye
again.”
     
    It sounds like half question, half command and
it tells me that it’s bothered him more than he first let on. He’s maintaining
his relentless pressure between my legs but, to my dismay, still avoids my
breasts. Dammit. I ride his palm and stroke him faster, firmer.
     
    “Tell me you