by Danda K.
“Fuuuck...” is all I can spit out because this girl has gone from innocent to fiery vixen almost instantly. She rolls off me and pulls me on top of her by my shirt, my body coming to rest between her legs.
Bringing the tip of her tongue to my lips, she licks along the bottom.
“I want you, Jaxon. I’m ready.”
I pull back and try to talk some sense into her. ”Believe me, Cameron, I really, really want this too, it’s just--” I try for the second time, but she interrupts me again.
“I want this with you. There’s nobody else in the world I would want to give myself to. And there’s nowhere else in the world that’d be a more beautiful place for me to experience this for the first time.”
I shake my head slowly. “I just don’t want you to regret--”
“Trust-fall!” she shouts from underneath me. And I’m stunned for a minute.
I collapse next to her, out of breath. And now, out of arguments.
Well, fuck.
Twenty-nine
Cameron
“Trust-fall!” I shout from under him. He never breaks promises, and if there’s anything he needs to trust me on right now, it’s the fact I want this more than anything. Jaxon rolls off me and stares at the ceiling
Rolling onto my side, I lift my head and prop it in the palm of my hand. “Look at me.” I grab his cheek and turn him to face me. “We both deserve this. I want to be fully yours. You asked me to trust you, right?”
He nods his head and grabs my hand to kiss it.
“So, I need you to trust me now when I tell you that I want you to make love to me.” I sit up straight, facing him. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course I do, baby. I just don’t want you thinking I expect this from you.”
“You should expect this from me, Jaxon. We should expect this from each other. We just admitted we’re both in love with one another. And I want to celebrate that love by...you know...” I give him a pointed look towards the bulge in his pants.
“I didn’t even bring a condom with me, Cameron. I had no idea tonight would turn into this.”
I shrug and smile, happy with that comment for some reason. “I’m on the pill for my period and go for yearly check-ups with my OB. I’m obviously clean...”
“I’m clean, too. And I get yearly check-ups.”
“Okay, so we just won’t make it a habit.”
I don’t push him too far here because I’d never blame him for wanting to be cautious and safe. I’m just hoping we don’t lose this moment. He seems as though he’s thinking about it. I rub his arm to reassure him I won’t be mad at his decision.
Looking back at me, he asks, “Are you really ready, Nyx?”
I nod at him again. “Yes.”
Jaxon stands up, pulling me with him. He kisses me softly on the lips, then grabs two blankets, placing them on top of the blanket on the floor and adding a third to the side of the spread. He rearranges some pillows and sits back down. Reaching his arms towards me, he guides me down next to him.
I lie down on my back, and he climbs on top of me. Shifting his body a bit, he reaches behind his back and pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it to the side. The beautifully toned muscles of his chest are glowing with the candlelight. His waist is on the leaner side, the cuts and curves of his torso make my mouth dry suddenly.
Jaxon kisses along my neck and moves his lips down between my chest as he reaches his arm behind my back. I arch my body as he pops open my bra with one hand.
“Oh!” I jerk in surprise at his swift success in removing my bra.
Jax shakes his head and smiles as he pulls the straps down my arms, exposing my chest to him. I can see the small flames mirrored in his eyes, literally and metaphorically. His pupils are fully dilated as he admires my bare breasts for the first time.
My nipples are hard from both the chill and how Jaxon’s staring at me. My breath picks up as he runs his finger over my nipple and pinches the taut skin. A rush of heat travels to my core, and I arch my back off the floor from the sensation.
He lowers his head to take a nipple in his mouth while massaging the other breast with his free hand, his breath warm on my wet skin. “So pretty.” Jaxon sucks the pink skin, making my heart beat so fast I feel like I’m seconds away from an organ malfunction. He licks the shiny point again and moves towards my other breast, repeating the same action.
“Jaxon...” I plead. I don’t know if I want him to continue what he’s doing or stop. My hormones are all over the place.
He kneels and grips my pants at the waist, sliding them down my legs and exposing my white lace panties. I hear a low groan come from the back of his throat as he moves back and pulls off my boots one at a time, throwing them behind him. He goes back to my pants, pulling them down inch by inch until I’m free, and they join my shoes in the darkness.
Leaning down, kissing along my stomach, Jaxon runs a finger along the scar on my ribs that he always pays extra attention to.
I reach between us, pulling down my panties for him. He watches as I slide them past my thighs, reaching my knees. His fingers hook around the top to take over, and I let go as he pulls them down my legs.
Jaxon climbs back up my body, kissing me again, his tongue swirling around mine in the smoothest of strokes. The throbbing between my legs is so intense, I can’t help the breathy moan that escapes my mouth.
He dips one hand between us and rubs small circles around my sensitive spot, teasing my entrance with his other finger, causing a zing of pleasure to shoot throughout my body. When Jaxon inserts a finger inside me, my body instinctively tenses, despite how much I want this.
“I need to get you ready, baby. Just relax.” He kisses me on the lips, then looks down at his hand and pumps faster. I’m so wet for him he’s sliding in and out effortlessly. He adds another finger, and when he curls them inside, I cry out in pleasure. Jaxon leans on his elbow for support as he continues his tender assault.
“Fuck, Jax. I can’t.”
My whole body shudders from desire as I involuntarily push his head down to where I’m desperate for his mouth. He obliges and lowers himself, wasting no time diving between my legs. I feel his tongue dip and swirl as my thighs begin to twitch. My climax is building, and I’m yearning for it.
I pull his hair and sandwich his face between my thighs, eager to feel more of him. He moans into me, vibrating my entire sex. That’s all it takes to send me flying over the edge, my orgasm crashing into me. I’m pulling his hair much harder now, not really concerned with hurting him. After the orgasm subsides, Jaxon gives one final lick along my slit, and I jerk in response as he brings his body back up to meet mine.
He wipes his face with the back of his hand, his shaggy hair even more of a disheveled mess than before. Placing a gentle kiss on my lip, he says, “That should help ease the pain a bit.”
I swallow and smile back at him, trying my hardest to not appear nervous.
With his chest shining from the candlelight, Jaxon stands up to remove the rest of his clothes. The muscles in his arms and torso tighten as he pulls down his jeans and boxers. When he passes his waist, his penis springs out at full attention, taunting me.
He stands in front of me, completely naked, his dark blonde hair falling over his forehead. Our eyes meet before mine trail down his perfectly chiseled abs, stopping at his V that leads to his erection. Jaxon watches me intently as I stare at his full length. I blink a few times, thinking about where it’ll be very soon.
How much can vaginas fucking stretch?
Jaxon’s voice snaps me out of my stupor. “You good, baby?”
My eyes quickly dart to his, and I clear my throat to rid the scratchy feeling. “Yep, all good.”
He returns to the floor and settles between my legs. My breathing picks up again as I fidget, looking down to where our bodies are connected. Jaxon kisses my cheek and grabs the blanket next to us, placing it over both our bodies so we’re fully covered.
He props himsel
f up on one elbow and brushes the hair from my face. “You ready, Nyx?” I slowly nod, unable to meet his blue eyes. I know he’s looking for any sign of doubt.
“Words, baby.”
I look back at my beautiful person, confident in my decision despite the nerves.
“I’m ready, Jaxon.”
He kisses my lips, and I feel his shaft graze my center. “Spread your legs and try to relax. It’ll make this a bit more comfortable for you.”
I try my hardest to let my shaky legs fall freely to the side as Jaxon rubs his tip up and down my wet entrance. My heart’s beating fast as he adjusts himself.
Kissing along the curve of my neck, the heat from his breath has my blood humming. Jaxon looks down at me, gently caressing my cheek with the back of his hand.
“You’re perfect.”
I close my eyes as he lowers his face and presses his soft lips to mine. As he runs his hands through my hair, I grip his back. Our tongues circle each other, and the scent of cinnamon tickles the inside of my nose. Jaxon breaks the kiss, bringing his lips to my forehead right before he pushes inside me slightly. I immediately tense up and squeeze my eyes shut.
“You okay?”
I nod my head and hold my breath, my eyes opening as Jaxon leans into my ear.
“Breathe for me, baby.”
I exhale as slowly as I can as he pushes inside me a little more. A sharp inhale of breath fills my chest as my whole body stills from the pain.
Jaxon observes my expression. “You want me to stop?”
I just need to rip the Band-Aid off at this point, get through what I know is coming. Hopefully, the pain will ease up once he’s all the way inside me.
“Just do it, Jaxon. All the way in. It’s okay.” I close my eyes as his mouth tickles my collar bone. The tip of his tongue glides across the protruding bone before he gently blows on it, sending shivers all the way down to my toes. Our lips meet again, and my body relaxes, his tongue licking and teasing the inside of my mouth.
Jaxon thrusts himself inside me until I’m filled to the hilt, then freezes in place so my body can adjust to him. I feel a sharp ache deep inside, and I know it’s done. It hurts, a lot, but the way Jaxon’s so thoughtful and gentle with me makes it worth it.
“I love you so fucking much.” He kisses me as he grinds his hips again.
Lifting his face from mine, Jaxon bites his bottom lip. His voice is strained as he says, “Fuck, you feel good, baby.”
By now, the pain is a dull ache, and I really need him to enjoy this moment, too. He deserves to have this be special given how hard it was for us to get here.
I reassure him, “You can move faster now. I’m okay.”
He looks back at me, his eyes tense with strain from holding back. “You sure? I don’t want to hurt you more than necessary.”
“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” I lie. “Please, Jaxon, I’m good now.”
Jaxon takes my chin between his fingers and kisses the corner of my lips. Securing himself on his elbows, he buries his face in my neck as he picks up his pace. I’m actually surprised it doesn’t hurt worse than this. Leave it to Jaxon to make even a painful experience enjoyable.
The blanket clings to Jaxon as he moves in and out of me. The pain has subsided, and it actually feels good now. Not orgasm good, but good enough that I find myself moaning as Jaxon fills me. His movements become erratic as I place my hands around his neck, feeling the beads of sweat forming there.
He lowers himself to kiss me once. “I’m gonna come, Nyx.” He moves even faster now as we’re chest to chest, his hips pounding into my entrance. Jaxon thrusts one final time inside me and holds there, his body jerking a bit as he releases himself inside me.
We’re still connected as Jaxon rests his head on mine to collect his breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly above me.
Once his breathing settles, he pulls out of me and looks down between us. Lifting himself up until he’s kneeling, Jaxon reaches for the paper towels, pouring some water on them. He wipes himself down quickly and reaches for more. I attempt to move, but he stops me.
“Hold on, baby.”
He takes a water bottle and pours it onto the towels. Parting my legs, he gently cleans away the sticky residue around my thighs and entrance, my body already feeling sore. I want to stop him, but I know he appreciates my vulnerability.
And this is as vulnerable as it gets.
I lie here and watch him, but it isn’t until he places the paper towels in a garbage bag that I realize he’s cleaning off the blood. Jaxon gently pats down my sensitive area until there aren’t any fluids left. After he’s done, he cleans off his hands and slides in behind me to cuddle under the thick wool blanket.
I scoot closer to him, feeling his nose in my hair. He squeezes me tightly, intertwining his legs with mine. As Jaxon plays with my hair, my body feels lighter, drowsier.
Jaxon’s hand reaches for mine, interlocking our fingers on my hip. “You have a thing with hand holding while we sleep, I’ve noticed.”
I feel the soft air from his exhale on my shoulder. “I’m just saving you the trouble of searching for me in the middle of the night.”
I turn my neck towards him, puzzled. “Search for your hand? You’re the one who holds mine all night. I noticed it the first time we slept together in your bed, after Dumbo.”
Jaxon pulls me into him tighter, not arguing, just making his point. “Nope, I barely slept that night, baby. You know that. And your hand was gripping mine so tight, I couldn’t even get up to go to the bathroom.”
“Really?” Jaxon hmms in response.
We lay here together, breathing in sync and silent for a while. My eyelids grow heavier and just as I’m about to let sleep take me, I hear Jaxon’s tired voice in my ear, “You’re my purpose, baby.”
I wiggle into him closer to feel more of his warm embrace. “Yeah? Well, that’s good to know. Because I think you’re my destiny.”
◆◆◆
The next morning, I wake up, still naked, to sunlight beaming through the cracks in the wood of the shed. And it’s hot. I look around the shed and notice all the candles were blown out, and the Mason jar lights above are beginning to dull. I stretch my arms over my head, and Jaxon stirs in his sleep.
His eyes open, and he sits up next to me, stretching his arms over his head.
“Morning, beautiful.”
I hold the blanket over my chest as Jaxon kisses my exposed shoulder.
I wink at him. “Morning, Charming.”
He rubs his stomach and yawns out, “I am starving.” I get up to get dressed, but he pulls me back down. “Where do you think you’re going so fast?” Hugging me from behind, he adds, “You’re a sight for sore eyes in the morning, Nyx.”
I try to tame my very messy hair. “Oh, yeah. I’m quite the looker right now.”
“I think this is my favorite look on you, yet.”
“Yeah, yours isn’t much better, you know.” I gesture to his hair that’s part flat and part sticking up.
Waggling his eyebrows, he quips, “It’s my fresh outta Cameron look.” He tousles his hair in an attempt to fix it, winking at me. “Get used to it, baby.”
“You just can’t help yourself, can you?”
“I think you’re the hangry one, baby. Let’s go get you fed before the beast really comes out to play.”
Rolling my eyes, I push him off me and stand up. We both get dressed and pack up all the leftovers from the picnic last night.
“What about the lights?” I point up to the ceiling.
“Roger actually told me to keep them there. Apparently, he likes it.” He shrugs as we leave our little paradise.
The sun’s shining bright, and I am starving, so we head to a local diner by the beach and grab some breakfast. We order and devour our food. It doesn’t slip my mind how I’ve become so comfortable doing simple things like this with Jaxon; I never would’ve gone into a public restaurant to eat before. But now, I just want to be wherever h
e is. Where nobody else matters.
Just us.
Thirty
Jaxon
We get home from breakfast around noon. As we walk in, I can’t help but notice that Magnet runs straight for us, and by us, I mean Cameron. He rubs both sides of his face on her ankles as we attempt to take off our shoes.
I look over to her questionably. “What’s this about, Cameron Jade?” I point my chin towards my traitorous feline companion. “You telling me you’re a low-key cat person now?”
Untying her boots, she shrugs off my comment, denying what we both know is true. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
I continue to bait her. “You two have very similar qualities, so the bonding does make sense.”
Ignoring my comment, she throws Magnet’s toy mouse at me over her shoulder. I catch it in one hand as she continues into the house. ”I’m gonna take a shower.” She pats Magnet on the head, and he purrs in response. “I’ll leave you two to catch up.” She heads towards the bathroom, and Magnet beelines into the kitchen.
It’s only ’cause she feeds him.
She heads for the bathroom as I go into the kitchen to give Magnet some of his tuna and peanut butter. After placing his dish on the floor, I make my way to the couch and sit down to watch Netflix when I hear the water running in our bathroom.
I weigh my options. Netflix, relax, maybe nap? Or Cameron, naked and definitely wet?
I think about this for around three seconds before I throw the remote on the couch, realizing there’s nothing to fucking think about, and head right for the bathroom.
When I open the door, she’s wet and in a towel, standing over the tub with her hand on the knob, filling it up with water.
“Bath time?” I ask, approaching her from behind.
