The Dangerous Curves Series

Chapter 35

Sarah wasn’t capable of answering him. Those huge hands were stroking her hidden flesh, the most secret and tender parts of her body, and he was so gentle, she couldn’t believe it. Jax was so hard everywhere, pure steel under her touch, and the fact that this man could be so soft and careful confused her, moved her.

He held her close, feeling every inch of her body on his. He was so in tune with her now, he could tell what she was feeling by how she breathed, how she moaned his name, how her body shook, how her p***y tightened and fluttered. Somehow, he knew Sarah already in all the ways that mattered, knew her inside and out, and as a man who had never known a woman before – not fully, not really – this stunned him.

Sarah’s cry was muffled against his shoulder when Jax sped up the plunges inside her, slightly increased the pressure on her hard bud. She was moving on his hand, f*****g his fingers, and she couldn’t have stopped even if someone had put a gun to her head, and ordered her to do so. She was at the mercy of the sensations now, and all she wanted was to keep feeling this way. It was almost too much, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet.

The tension inside of her built, coiled, intensified. Every plunge down and thrust in, made the edge sharper, keener. Sarah didn’t know how much more of this almost-painful pleasure her body could take, but she trusted Jax to take her all the way. She knew he wouldn’t leave her hanging and frustrated. He’d see her to completion.

She was so close now, Jax knew. She was sobbing and incoherent in her single-minded pursuit for release, clutching at him, begging and writhing. He wanted this for her so much – he wanted her to come more than he wanted anything for himself. He needed to see her unravel for him, and as her movements got wilder and more frantic, he thumbed her c**t, hard and fast.

That was it; that was all it took. Sarah went rigid on top of him as the tension reached breaking point, and for a few seconds, she wasn’t even breathing. Then the explosion began deep inside of her, and the force of it started her shaking. The orgasm rippled outwards, running along every nerve ending, all the way to her tingling toes and fingers. Jax nipped her neck now, and the small shock of pain brought back her breath, and she screamed.

“f**k, yes. Again…” Jax pushed one last time, reached deep, loving the helpless arch of her back, her sweet p***y gripping his fingers. “Scream for me again.”

Unable to help herself, she did, riding the wave long and hard. Then she fell forward on him, limp and panting, her face turned into his throat. Jax gently pulled his fingers out of her hot center and wrapped his arms around her, never wanting to let her go.

“Jesus Christ, Sarah.” Jax heard the wonder in his own voice. “So beautiful, baby.”

She barely heard him over her thundering heartbeat. Her whole body was weak, but not in a bad way – this was a languid, relaxed weakness. Like honey, it was sweet and thick and golden. A bit decadent. It was the weakness of a body that had been given almost an excess of pleasure – and wasn’t even the slightest bit apologetic about it.

He stroked her hair, over and over again, waiting for her to recover. He was amazed, yet again, at her just handing herself over to him, just placing her body in his hands. Jax had no idea why she trusted him the way that she did, but he found that he was grateful.

He also wanted to give to her, instead of take from her. He wanted to take care of her, mark her as his, and in some base, feral way, he was pleased to be her first.

A part of her is mine now. I’m the first man who ever gave her this – and in that way, we’re connected. Forever.

Her breathing had calmed a bit, so he gently lifted her chin, kissed her. “See? Not defective.”

She gave a half-laugh. “You were right.”

“Damn right I was.” Jax touched her cheek. “That was incredible.”

“For me, too.”

“You OK?” It was a bit late to ask now, but he still felt that he should. “Was I too rough? Are you sore?” His voice was husky with worry.

“Oh, God. I’m so OK, and I’m feeling no pain at all.” Sarah kissed him. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

“Our pleasure.”

“Yeah.” Jax grinned. “Ours.”

They smiled at each other, then Jax gathered her close again.

“Want to look at the stars now?” he asked.

Sarah laughed. “Yeah. That’s what we’re out here for, right?”

“Uh-huh. That was the plan.”