“Well, who the fuck can say no to that? But first…” I coaxed, leaning into her mouth while I finger fucked her, and she rode my hand. “I want to take your ass.”
She froze. “Wait, what?”
“You heard me.”
Her wide eyes searched my face for any sign of humor. I wasn’t laughing. Far from it. This was the only thing I hadn’t taken from her, and I was adamant about making it happen.
I wanted all her firsts.
They were mine.
Moving my fingers faster and harder, we locked eyes as she started to come apart.
“Oh God…”
“I was the first man to kiss you, touch you, make you come. I’m your first fuck, your first love, your first everything, Sophie. You’re mine, so give me what I want.”
“Will it hur—”
“I’ll go as slow as you need.”
“Have you done it bef—”
Fully aware she wouldn’t like my answer, I fingered her with more determination.
Expressing, “Not with anyone who mattered.”
Before she could give it too much thought, I licked from her collarbone to her breasts, sucking her nipples into my mouth.
“Fuck my hand, Sophie. Yeah, that’s right … just like that. Ride my fingers like you do my cock.”
Her body arched, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her hands fisted the sheets, on the edge of release. I didn’t let up, knowing what she loved.
Until she screamed, “Jax!”
Her body.
Her soul.
Her heart.
It was all mine.
And I had no intention of ever giving them back.
For a moment, I allowed her some mercy, letting her catch her breath while I took off her robe and my gym shorts. I was far from done with her. Gripping onto her thighs, I didn’t hesitate to bury my face in between her legs.
Needing to taste her.
Eat her.
Fuck her with my tongue.
My rough, calloused hands sought out her breasts, kneading them and pulling at her nipples. I made her come undone with my mouth. Her body shook, and her legs squeezed the hell out of my face. Still, I didn’t stop. Instead, I held her down by her legs.
Sucking.
Licking.