long time.
Jaxon was tugging the blanket down her body. She could feel his hardness against her back, and the fact that he was so turned on got her turned on.
She rolled over, and this time, he slid right into her.
She moaned as he began to move inside of her, biting her lip to keep from getting too loud. He kissed her, his tongue probing against hers, his hands in her hair. He was more insistent this time, like he knew what he was missing and couldn’t take another minute of going without it.
He continued his steady, intense rhythm, sliding his finger down over her breasts and over the curve of her stomach until he found her clit. He stroked her as he continued to fuck her, moving faster and harder.
“Oh my God,” she gasped.
It was the wrong thing to say, and as soon as the words were out of her mouth, she knew it. He immediately slowed down, his finger moving in smaller and smaller circles, his cock stopping almost completely.
“You didn’t think I was going to let you come that fast, did you, Princess?” he asked huskily.
“Please,” she gasped. “Please, don’t stop.”
He began to move again, so slowly she thought she might go insane. She tried to move faster on him, but he held her hips firmly, controlling the pace.
Every time her orgasm built to the point she thought she wouldn’t be able to hold back, he would stop, like he had some kind of direct connection to her body that was telling him to slow down.
Then, finally, he began to quicken the pace, his fingers and cock working to create a storm of pleasure that started between her legs but radiated through her whole body.
They came at the same time, her orgasm ripping through her as he filled her with his come, their bodies completely in sync.
“Oh my God, Anna,” he said as he kissed her. “You are amazing.”
They laid back against the sheets, sweaty and satisfied, not saying anything, just holding each other, lost in the moment of contentment. The moon shown through the skylights over the bed, giving the room an ethereal glow.
“Are you hungry?” Jaxon asked. His fingers moved up and down her back, stroking her skin. She closed her eyes and imagined him writing something on her back, the way she used to do with her friends when they were kids. “I LOVE YOU” she imagined him writing.
“I’m starving,” she admitted.
They ordered Thai food from a hole in the wall delivery place. When the food came, Jaxon pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, then handed Anna one of his Bruins shirts. She pulled it on, trying not to be obvious about the fact that she was inhaling the scent of his laundry soap, wanting to feel that connection to him.
They padded downstairs and opened the containers of food, spreading them out on Katie’s big maple table.
“That’s a lot of food,” Anna said, surveying the spread.
“I’m an amazing orderer,” Jaxon said. He pulled down two plates and instructed her to sit down.
She did as she was told, taking a long sip from the glass of cold iced tea he’d set down in front of her.
He fixed her a plate, piling rice and pad thai and curry and dumplings into a spectacular, scrumptious mound.
Anna dug into the food, suddenly ravenous. The long day of sleeping and sex, combined with the stress of last night’s unexpected trip to the hospital had left her hungry. The food was piping hot and filling, and Anna savored each mouthful, enjoying the rich food.
“This is delicious,” she said.
“It’s all in how you put it on the plate,” Jaxon reported.
“Oh, really?”
“Really.” He took a bite of rice. “It wouldn’t taste the same if it’s not arranged just so.”
“Well, thanks,” she said.
“You’re welcome.”
They lapsed into an awkward silence, both of them eating, the only sound the clink of their silverware against their plates.
“Anna,” Jaxon said finally, “I need… I mean, I know it might not make any difference, but I owe you an
Jaxon was tugging the blanket down her body. She could feel his hardness against her back, and the fact that he was so turned on got her turned on.
She rolled over, and this time, he slid right into her.
She moaned as he began to move inside of her, biting her lip to keep from getting too loud. He kissed her, his tongue probing against hers, his hands in her hair. He was more insistent this time, like he knew what he was missing and couldn’t take another minute of going without it.
He continued his steady, intense rhythm, sliding his finger down over her breasts and over the curve of her stomach until he found her clit. He stroked her as he continued to fuck her, moving faster and harder.
“Oh my God,” she gasped.
It was the wrong thing to say, and as soon as the words were out of her mouth, she knew it. He immediately slowed down, his finger moving in smaller and smaller circles, his cock stopping almost completely.
“You didn’t think I was going to let you come that fast, did you, Princess?” he asked huskily.
“Please,” she gasped. “Please, don’t stop.”
He began to move again, so slowly she thought she might go insane. She tried to move faster on him, but he held her hips firmly, controlling the pace.
Every time her orgasm built to the point she thought she wouldn’t be able to hold back, he would stop, like he had some kind of direct connection to her body that was telling him to slow down.
Then, finally, he began to quicken the pace, his fingers and cock working to create a storm of pleasure that started between her legs but radiated through her whole body.
They came at the same time, her orgasm ripping through her as he filled her with his come, their bodies completely in sync.
“Oh my God, Anna,” he said as he kissed her. “You are amazing.”
They laid back against the sheets, sweaty and satisfied, not saying anything, just holding each other, lost in the moment of contentment. The moon shown through the skylights over the bed, giving the room an ethereal glow.
“Are you hungry?” Jaxon asked. His fingers moved up and down her back, stroking her skin. She closed her eyes and imagined him writing something on her back, the way she used to do with her friends when they were kids. “I LOVE YOU” she imagined him writing.
“I’m starving,” she admitted.
They ordered Thai food from a hole in the wall delivery place. When the food came, Jaxon pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, then handed Anna one of his Bruins shirts. She pulled it on, trying not to be obvious about the fact that she was inhaling the scent of his laundry soap, wanting to feel that connection to him.
They padded downstairs and opened the containers of food, spreading them out on Katie’s big maple table.
“That’s a lot of food,” Anna said, surveying the spread.
“I’m an amazing orderer,” Jaxon said. He pulled down two plates and instructed her to sit down.
She did as she was told, taking a long sip from the glass of cold iced tea he’d set down in front of her.
He fixed her a plate, piling rice and pad thai and curry and dumplings into a spectacular, scrumptious mound.
Anna dug into the food, suddenly ravenous. The long day of sleeping and sex, combined with the stress of last night’s unexpected trip to the hospital had left her hungry. The food was piping hot and filling, and Anna savored each mouthful, enjoying the rich food.
“This is delicious,” she said.
“It’s all in how you put it on the plate,” Jaxon reported.
“Oh, really?”
“Really.” He took a bite of rice. “It wouldn’t taste the same if it’s not arranged just so.”
“Well, thanks,” she said.
“You’re welcome.”
They lapsed into an awkward silence, both of them eating, the only sound the clink of their silverware against their plates.
“Anna,” Jaxon said finally, “I need… I mean, I know it might not make any difference, but I owe you an
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