Page 12 of Jaxson

“Shit, crap, did I hurt you?”

“No, you didn’t hurt me.” He let out a laugh, but he didn’t sound entertained. Actually, he sounded far from it.

She looked up at him and waited. All the time, she was getting aroused just by the feel of him.

Jaxson’s hands were pressed either side of her head, and she knew if he pulled away right now, she was going to be absolutely mortified at the prospect of what would come next. She was afraid he was going to pull away. Nerves started to get the better of her.

And then he pulled out of her, and just when she thought he was going to pull all the way, he paused, then thrust inside her. She gasped.

“Shit, did that hurt?” he asked.

“No, no, no, it felt good. It felt really good.” And she was not lying. It did feel really good. Better than good.

Jaxson started to thrust inside her, going deeper, pumping his cock within her, making her arch up and gasp as each thrust seemed to touch a part of her she wasn’t prepared for. It was magical.

He took hold of her hands, locking their fingers together and pressing them either side of her head, as he started to pump within her. The pain was completely gone, as if it wasn’t even there to begin with.

It happened in a frenzy, as Jaxson all of a sudden gritted his teeth. “Fuck, it’s not meant to be like this.”

And then he closed his eyes, thrust hard, and she felt his cock as he filled her. Each pulse as he came. She looked at him, and then he dropped his head, nestling against her tits.

He let go of her hands, and she didn’t know if she should stroke his head or keep her hands by her head. Finally, she settled on touching his head, stroking the hairs back, and his head was soaked with sweat. They were both completely sodden as her sewing room was like a sauna, which was why she had been in the garden.

Suddenly, Jaxson lifted up and looked down at her. He didn’t look angry now, and she touched his cheek while he pressed his face against her hand.

“Did you not enjoy that?” she asked.

“I did, trust me, I did.”

“But you said it was not meant to be like this.” She was a little confused.

“It wasn’t supposed to be so quick. I wanted to take my time with you.”

“Oh, so you finished, uh, quickly.”

“Yes, quicker than I usually do,” he said.

This did not make her feel any better. “So, you do this often, having sex with customers?”

“Shit, fuck, no, that is not what I meant. Fuck me, I am bad at this.” He groaned and dropped his head down to her shoulder. “I wanted it to be good for you.”

“I did enjoy it.”

“But you didn’t orgasm,” he said.

She could not believe she was having this conversation with Jaxson in her sewing room.

“Okay,” she said. Could this be any more awkward?

“Go out with me,” he said.

This surprised her. “Like a date?”

“Yes, like a date.”

She nodded her head. “Okay.”

“Tonight?”