This time when I moan, I let it vibrate through him. Jax’s hands tangle in my hair as he presses his hips up. I move my hands out of the way, giving him what he needs. Control. Jax likes control when he’s coming, if it’s in my mouth or deep inside my body.
“Eyes,” he demands. That need for us to have eye contact shines through. My mind and body listen, seeing him come undone with my mouth on him. It causes my body to shiver as he thrusts his hips up one last time while I go down on his length, and I suck up every drop he has to give.
I lazily clean him up with my tongue before slithering up to lie next to him. He’s still breathing heavily, eyes now closed, and now it’s me who jokes, “Are you falling asleep on me?”
“Fuck no. Love you, sweetheart.” His hand cups the back of my head until our faces are close to one another.
“I love you, Jax, always.” I give his lips a peck, my own eyes drooping. This week has caught up with me, and I’m ready to fall asleep wrapped up in my husband’s arms, right where I belong.