New Year Second Chance

Dax’s hands creep beneath my shirt. His fingers leave a molten trail as they travel up to my bra. They push the garment away and free my breasts from their prison. Then they rub and tug at the pebbly peaks.

I pull my mouth away to let out a strained gasp and also to force air back into my deprived lungs. Dax moves his to my neck. He licks the patch of skin just above my pulse point, then sucks on it while he continues to tease my nipples. I moan as I feel my panties grow wet.

When I’ve caught my breath, I play with Dax’s ear. I trap the lobe between my lips as I run my hands across his back. I lick it and feel a shiver down his spine. I grin.

Now, what else should I play with?

I press my lips against his again as I give his firm butt a squeeze. I leave one hand there while I bring the other to the front. My fingers brush against the bulge in his crotch and I feel it quiver.

Dax pulls away. His eyes, darkened with lust, lock with mine. He speaks in a hoarse voice as he grabs my wrist.

“Not now, Jenna.”

I give him a puzzled look. “Why not?”

He chuckles and touches my cheek. “Because if you do that, I won’t be able to control myself. My sanity is hanging by a thread as it is now that I’m finally able to touch you again.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Are you holding back again?”

“I have to,” Dax says. “I haven’t been with anyone since I was with you.”

He hasn’t? So he really still is mine.

The knowledge fills me with rapture. I cup his face and kiss him. He kisses me back as he leads me to the bed. We stumble over the edge. I let myself fall and Dax climbs on top of me. He gives me another firm kiss before pulling my shirt off.

After he does that, I take off my bra. Dax removes the rest of my clothes and tosses them aside. He takes one of my breasts inside his mouth as he slips his hand between my legs. His fingers brush against my sensitive nub and I tremble.

Dax teases that nub with his thumb as he drags the tip of his tongue around and over my nipple. The combined pleasure from the two buttons sends my head spinning and I throw it back against the mattress. My fingers grip the black sheets as moans spill from my mouth.

Dax moves his mouth to my other breast. At the same time, he abandons my nub and reaches lower. His fingers brush against my other pair of lips, moist and swollen like the ones I’m trying to purse to hold back cries. Then two of them slip in.

My hand leaves my side to grip Dax’s arm as I let out a silent cry. My toes curl and dig into the sheets.

Dax moves his fingers in and out of me a few times, causing more of the heat I have pent up inside me to leak out. Then he pulls his fingers away. He lifts his head and moves his body down. I lift mine and watch him settle between my legs.

What is he doing?

I get the answer a moment later when Dax spreads me with his thumbs. Then his tongue delves in between. It enters me and my head crashes down. It moves from side to side, thrashing as electricity crackles in my veins.

What the hell?

Dax tongue moves in and out of me and I grow weaker by the second. He starts to play with my nub at the same time and a cry escapes my throat. My fingers pull at his hair.

I’m going crazy. It’s too much. I’m on the verge of exploding.

“Dax…”

I try to warn him, but it’s too late. The explosion starts at my core and spreads throughout my body. I tremble all over. More of my cries fill the air, leaving me with my every breath.

I’m still gasping, trembling, disoriented, when Dax stops his attack. Through half lidded eyes, I watch him take off his shirt. He pulls down his pants and his boxers. Then he grips my thighs and starts to enter me.

Maybe it’s because I’m still in a numbing haze of pleasure, or maybe my body still remembers Dax even though it’s been more than a year. Whatever the reason, Dax fills me to the brim with just a few thrusts and hardly any discomfort. He moves and the assault on my senses starts again.

I close my eyes and moan as I savor the pleasure running through my veins. I forgot how good this feels, how amazing it is to be connected to someone in the most intimate of ways.

Dax’s cock slides in and out of me, setting pleasure bombs off. He moves faster and the lava beneath my skin catches fire.