She spread her thighs wider, but he wouldn't touch her opening. Instead, he circled her clit over and over again, switching directions with every few beats and making a bran new wave of electricity sweep over her again.
"I--" she started, but she lost all track of thought when his mouth moved to her other breast and the hand that had been secured on her waist pinched the other cherry peak in time with his kisses.
This wasn't supposed to be about her.
This was supposed to be about him. His fantasies. His--
Oh god.
His nails teased the underside of her breast and her eye snapped open in spite of the shower's downpour. "This isn't supposed to be about me," she could only speak in pants and moans, but she'd gotten it out nonetheless.
Jax smiled, then released her nipple with an audible "pop."
"This is for me. Trust me." He licked his nipple so that she could see and her walls quaked at the sight of him.
Fuck he was sexy. And all hers. And--
The world split apart as he thrust into her so fast that she hadn't even seen it coming. In one moment, his hand was pleasuring her, and then the almost all-consuming teasing strokes were replaced by the feel of her walls stretching to accommodate his massive length.
This time, though, there was no gentle slide until she'd adapted to his thickness. No, it was all full and forceful and buried to the hilt, and he groaned against as he slapped one hand on the wall beside her head.
"Fuck, you feel amazing." He said.
"So do you." And he did. He didn't even have to move to make her writhe with desire, and already she was arching into him, trying to bring him even deeper into her.
In spite of the water, she was still slick and waiting, desperate for another push, a new pull. And he met each of her demands with ease.
She buried her lips against his neck, peppering him with kisses as his spare hand dug into her hips, guiding her every push and pull and making it that much more electric.
She was already so close, so near the breaking point that she new just one more push off the edge would do it. Once they found that angle, she'd close her eyes tight and lose herself in the contracting of her muscles as wave after wave of pleasure flooded her body.
But she fought it off.
She had to. For Jax.
So she bit her lip until it nearly bled, squeezing her muscles tight around him to prevent the swell of release, but it was a near impossible task. With his hard muscles pressed against her chest like this? Wth his heated breath fanning her neck with every thrust--
What woman could hold back for a man like this?
"I want to come with you, baby," he groaned.
And then he lifted her up off of the ground, wrapping her legs around his back until he was as deep as he could go and she bobbed against the wall, the impact of his thrusts so powerful that she thought she might bruise.
Somehow, though, she thought that would only make it better.
Like tomorrow, when she saw the tiny thumb-print sized bruises where he'd held her thighs, she'd be able to smile at herself in the mirror. Hell, she was getting wetter just thinking about it.
"Are you ready?" His voice was little more than a rasp and she panted her reply quickly.
"God, yes."
And just like that, she was spinning, the whole world dark and light at once as the ball of need low in her stomach split open and filled her body were sheer pleasure.
As he groaned, pushing into her harder and faster still, her tail bone bumping against the shower wall so hard she thought it might splinter, her orgasm redoubled on itself, pulling for a moment and then rippling out, pushing her to even further heights.
And when she saw his face? The way his hungry eyes stared at her as he fills her with his hot need? Then she really knew this was the real thing.
They were starting over.
Best of all?
They were going to be better than ever before.
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When Jax walked into the bedroom, it was to find Dana naked and waiting for him. not even bothering to slip beneath the covers.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Hanging out." She grinned.
He joined her on the bed, then pulled her close so that their bodies were flush together. "So." He nibbled her earlobe. "Did it turn out the way you wanted?"
"Even better. I hate knowing we were together for so long and never asked for things. Like, do you have any fetishes?"
"What? No."
"Come on, you don't have to lie to me."
He kissed her, then said against her lips, "I swear. Do you?"
"I like when you take charge. I'm wondering if I've got a little sub kink."
"Sub kink?" He raised his eyebrows.
"We'll try handcuffs for now, but if the urge fills me, you'll be the first to know."
"You got it." Silence stretched over them, then Dana piped up again.
"What about role playing?"
"What about it?"
"Do you have any role playing fantasies? Like, you know, I'm a cheerleader and your the quarter back? Sexy schoolgirl? Or, like, a little more out of the box. Sexy beekeeper or something?"
He laughed. "No, I've never really thought about that, but you would make a pretty sexy beekeeper."
"I definitely would."
He pulled a blanket over them and lay with her for a long while. Then he said, "I've got a question, though."
"What's that?"
"If we've both got a list of stuff we want to try, how do we decide who gets their way?" He kissed her nipple then glanced up at her from beneath the sheet.
She smiled, those perfect lips of hers tilting to one side as she thought over what he'd said.
"Well, I'd say we could make a list, but..."
"But that didn't work out so hot." He agreed. "Plus, I like the idea of telling you my fantasies. I want you to know."
Dana bit her bottom lip, then rolled away from him and pulled out a pen and paper from the bedside table. "Here's what we'll do. We'll take turns telling each other fantasies and I'll write them down. We'll know what's on the list and we'll cross them off when we want to do them. It's not a list of goals, it's a list of hopes. Sound good?"
"Sounds great." He grinned and she did the same, then she began scribbling her first fantasy involving whipped cream, strawberries, and his mouth.
From what he could tell, things were only going to get better between him and Dana.
Whether they had a list or not.
About the Author
Allison Blane is an author of steamy erotic romance, a watcher of television, and a player of Mario-Kart. When not writing scenes that would make her parents blush, she can be found chilling with her husband at home or hiding under her bed while thinking of schemes to stay home for the night instead of engaging with the outside world.
To get in touch (or lure her out from under the bed), contact Allison here:
www.AllisonBlane.com
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