Page 89 of Close to Heaven

“That too.”

She laughed as they tumbled onto the bed, a mass of naked limbs, groping hands, and eager mouths.

Their first time together had been great, but the fear of being caught had hung over his head. Tonight, with the absence of that fear, he was free to pleasure her the way he wanted to. If she yelled out his name in the throes of passion, so be it since nobody was around to hear them.

He forced himself to slow down, wanting to kiss and explore every inch of her beautiful body. He worked his way down: lips, chin, throat, chest. He took his time there, circling her nipples with his tongue and gently tugging them into his mouth. Then he licked a path down to her belly button and nibbled the indention until she giggled.

He paused and looked up at her. “Ticklish?”

“Just a little.”

He chuckled and kept going until he was positioned right at the apex of her thighs. He was just about to ask the question when she answered by parting her legs and nodding. He buried his head in her warm softness and flicked over her folds with his tongue.

He could tell she approved when she threaded her fingers in his hair, effectively holding him in place. At that moment, there was nowhere else he’d rather be. She circled her hips, chasing his mouth, or maybe it was the other way around. Either way, they both moaned.

He slid his hands underneath her bottom and tilted her pelvis up to give himself better access. He knew the minute he alighted on her pleasure point. Her muscles contracted, hips arched, and she fisted the sheets. Moments later, she ground out her release.

“Jax! Yes!”

It was a beautiful thing to see and hear, her coming undone beneath him. Afterward he eased her back down, slid his hands out from under her, and kissed his way back up her body.

Once they were eye to eye again, she cupped his face and gazed at him incredulously. “That never… I never… It never happened like that before.”

“Never?”

She shook her head.

He felt like she’d just handed him a gold medal, and he puffed out his chest with pride. “I’m happy to be your first.” I want to be your last too. Wait a minute. Where did that come from?

“Jax?”

“Yeah?”

“Get a condom.”

He dropped a kiss on her lips, rolled off the bed, and suited up. When he returned, she was kneeling instead of lying down.

“Lie down,” she said.

Man, he liked being bossed around by this woman.

“Anything you say.” That applied to more than just sex, but first things first.

He lay down and gazed up at her as she straddled him. She wrapped both hands around his erection and stroked him a few times. Then she positioned herself over him and slowly lowered herself down, inch by breathtaking inch.

He groaned at the exquisite feeling of being encased by her tight heat. It was almost more than he could take, and then she began to move.

“Avery…” He gripped her hips and guided her up and down his length, not that she needed any help, but she didn’t seem to mind.

She smiled down at him. “Good?”

“Good doesn’t begin…to describe it.” He’d lost his breath in the middle.

At the rate they were going, he wouldn’t last long, but he managed to take a moment to soak her in. Her silky brown hair was tousled from their lovemaking, her eyes softened by desire, her mouth spread into a radiant smile, and her body moving in perfect time with his.

The sensations he felt reminded him of hiking: his heart rate climbing, muscles burning, and senses on high alert. He’d always credited the mountains for making him feel the most alive. However, the mountains had nothing to do with how he felt right now. Soon he reached his climax and poured out his release.

Afterward she nestled into his side and rested her head on his chest. He’d never felt more satisfied than he did at that moment, and he knew without a doubt that his life would never be the same.