The Dangerous Curves Series

Chapter 81

“Jax?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t remember when we first made love. I wish I did.”

“Well, not yet, maybe. Who knows… that memory may come back too.”

“I’d much rather create a new memory.”

Jax blinked at her. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I’d rather you just made love to me – I want you to be my first. Yet again.”

He laughed. “I’ll be your first for the second time?”

“You mind?”

“Oh, hell, no.” His eyes sparkled down at her. “I remember your first time, baby, and let me tell you this much: if your second first time is anything like your first first time, we may not survive it.”

“Really?”

“You were so hot… so sweet. And you had two orgasms with me inside you.”

“I did?”

“You’d better believe it.”

“So, you think we can recreate that experience?”

Jax stood up, extended his large hand to her. “Partly. But on this second first time, we go for three orgasms… see if we can’t jog your memory again, huh?”

She stood up too, and he admired her body as the water glistened on her breasts and thighs. “Challenge accepted, Stud.”

He wrapped her in a thick bathrobe, donned his own. He helped her back into the house, and when they reached the bedroom, he lay her on the bed like she was made of the finest china.

Jax wanted to take it slow; he wanted to ease into this whole thing, for Sarah’s sake. But just like the first time, she wasn’t interested in waiting. No, she wanted him – she wanted all of him. And she wanted him now.

The second the condom was on, she shoved him onto his back, then spread herself above him. Her p***y rubbed against his stomach and he felt her arousal, wet and sticky, the purest honey he’d ever known. He grasped her hips gently, guided her to his c**k. She lowered herself onto him, slid down his shaft, paused. He gasped, his fingers tightening on her, and she smiled at him.

“Sarah.” He heard the pleading in her name. “Sarah…”

“More, Jax?”

“More. Everything…”

She took him whole now, and he cried out, his lower body coming off the bed to thrust into her. She gave a small scream as he hit an incredibly sensitive place inside her, and then she rocked on him, somehow knowing what she needed and wanted.

My body remembers this, even if my mind doesn’t. My body and heart remember him…

Jax watched her as she rode his c**k, took him as deep and hard as she ever had. She rose, she writhed, she danced. Her orgasm broke over her like a storm and she held on to him, trusting him to be the calm center, to be the thing that kept her from going under for good.

She fell forward onto his chest, her p***y muscles still clenching, and he kissed her. She was still drifting back to him when he rolled over, taking Sarah with him. He stayed inside her, never broke the contact, pushed deep.

Jax withdrew from her drenched sweetness, slid back in. She moaned, and he did it again. Again. And again, over and over, until they clutched each other and flew. Together.

****

It was past midnight, and Sarah and Jax were curled up in his bed. They’d managed to beat the orgasm record of Sarah’s first first time, and she was deliriously, deliciously satisfied. Jax had worked her body to its limits, then pushed it beyond. At this exact moment, she didn’t care if she never remembered the actual first time – tonight was enough. Tonight was everything.

Jax ran his hands over her curves, adoring every lush inch of her. “I love you.”

She gazed at him, her face perfect in the moonlight. “Have you said that to me before?”

“No. I meant to, but I never did.”

“Good.”

Jax blinked at her. “Good?”

“Yeah.” Sarah kissed his chest. “Good. I don’t want to forget the first time you ever told me that.” She ran her fingers over his collarbone. “Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“Oh, Jax… I love you.” She paused. “That was my first time, too?”

“Yes.” Jax kissed her. Hard and deliberate, letting her know that she was his and he was hers, and no discussion. “And I love hearing it.”

“Want me to say it again? Just in case you forget?”

Jax held her as close as he could, feeling like she was the center of his whole world. His woman, his heart, his life-breath. His home.

“I want you to never stop saying it, baby,” he said.

“I won’t.”

“And don’t you worry, ‘cause I’m never going to forget.”

Sarah’s smile lit up the whole room. “Me either.”

A night of firsts, and once-mores, and yet-agains. A night of new beginnings with this man. May there be many, many more.



And may I never forget even one second of any of them.