He needed two hands to restrain her. The taste of her, the scent of her passion overwhelmed him, and he lifted her hips into the air, hauling her closer to his mouth to feast easier. Blake dragged his tongue hard over her clit, and the convulsion that shook her body nearly ripped her from his grasp. He did it again, laving the length of her wet slit harder and faster until Jaxi screamed, and her core pulsed in waves with her orgasm.
Rising over her, he pressed his erection against her scalding heat. He rocked carefully, each motion spreading her cream and making the length of his shaft ready for her. When she protested, he changed angles, slipping the head of his cock between her folds, moving inward slowly until she froze.
Blake dropped his mouth to hers and bit her lip, flicking his tongue against her mouth until she opened. As she responded to his kiss, he pulled back his hips, then thrust to bury himself deep.
Jaxi gasped into his mouth, her body gone tense. Blake locked their hips in place, forcing himself to wait until she relaxed and eased around his girth. He kissed her softly, licking and nibbling until she squirmed under him.
“Alright?”
“Damn, you’ve split me in two. It feels, oh hell, it feels good but…”
“Oh, Slick, you’re amazing. Just wait, I’m going to move. Nice and slow.”
He watched her closely as he withdrew a short way and eased back in. He grinned as her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned.
“Oh yeah, that feels better. Do it again.”
Blake kissed her as he rocked in and out slowly, dragging his body over her as he memorized the taste of her lips, the feel of her tongue tangling with his.
“Bend your legs, open to me a little more.”
She shifted, and on the next thrust, the crown of his shaft bumped her inside. She let out a squeak, but the way she tried to open even wider let him know she wasn’t opposed to the sensation.
He finally noticed she still clutched the quilt with a death hold and he chuckled. “You can touch me if you want.”
Jaxi instantly wrapped her arms around him and helped pull him deeper. “I wasn’t going to take a chance and have you stop. More, I need more.”
She lifted her hips toward him a couple of inches, speeding his movements.
He was only going slowly for her sake. On the next thrust he went a little harder, forcing her into the bed. One hand slipped between their bodies, as he looked to step up her pleasure quicker. He wanted to feel her come, to feel her body welcome him in and delight in him. Wet and ready, he stroked her clit as he pumped his hips faster. She squeezed him, her passage slick with moisture but tight around him as his cock rubbed again and again.
Under him Jaxi shook, her breath coming in short, tight pants. Her wide eyes stared at him as she took his thrusts willingly, eagerly. She tightened around him and cried out, waves of pressure squeezing around his shaft. He pumped twice more, releasing his control to explode into her hot depths.
It was like coming home. Locked together, hearts pounding wildly, Blake had never felt such a sense of belonging. Such a feeling of being right where he needed to be. He stared into her pleasure-glazed eyes and leaned down to kiss her again.
He barely managed to roll to the side to avoid crushing her, their bodies still tangled together intimately as they stroked each other, unable to stop touching. Blake nudged her head back to get at her mouth. He wanted more of her taste, the feel of her gentling under his mouth.
The reality of loving her beat all the fantasies he’d ever had.
He would be ready to go again if he kept this up, and it was too soon for her to handle him yet. Distraction needed—he had to care for her. He gave her one last kiss before pulling away to get a washcloth.
She was all soft and relaxed when he returned, lying on the surface of the quilt with her arms back by her sides, one leg bent. As he knelt beside her, touching her carefully, the realization struck like a brick wall.
He’d taken her without a condom.
Every pass of the cloth he made as carefully as possible, a strange fog filling his mind. The cloth was dropped to the floor, then he drew her back into his arms, brain-fuddled and blood roaring in his ears.
He’d never done that before. Never even been tempted. Every time he’d been with a woman, he’d sheathed up early with no questions asked, no matter if she said she was protected. He was clean, but…
Fuck.
Jaxi curled in tighter to his side, her warmth scorching his body as his guilty conscience seared his mind.
Blake dropped another kiss on the top of her head as he struggled out of post-coital mindlessness into what-the-hell-had-they-just-done territory. And why.
It wasn’t the kind of mistake he would make. He stared at the ceiling, wondering if he’d done it on purpose. On some level, had he wanted to mark her permanently as his, make sure this wasn’t a one-time deal?
There was nothing more permanent than a baby.
Jaxi laughed softly in his arms and jostled him, her bright smile fading as she caught a glimpse of his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing wrong, but…” He tried to sound gentle and caring, but he was afraid the question came out a little scared. “You on the pill?”
She looked confused for a minute before her lashes dropped and hid her eyes from his view. “Oh, damn. I didn’t even think about that.”
He kissed her cheek, tried to convey his emotions with the action since the words were stuck in his throat. Hell, the words were stuck in his brain—he didn’t quite know what he was even thinking.
Jaxi wiggled back and he reluctantly released her.
“Are you going to flip out on me? You regret making love and now you’re going to head for the hills?” Her eyes had filled with moisture, and Blake’s heart cracked at the hurt he’d unwittingly caused.
“I ain’t going anywhere, Slick. I know what I feel inside. I just don’t want you to think you have to agree to anything because I made a mistake.”
She shivered as she sat up.
“I hate that word. Mistake. Don’t you ever use that word again, Blake Coleman. If we made a baby right now, it’s no mistake. Even if we had used a condom, I could get pregnant.”
Her indignation was stronger than he’d expected. “What you telling me?”
She blushed. Hard. Harder than he’d ever seen. Then she lifted her chin and stared him down as she spoke.
“You want me to spell it out for you? I hear you say my kisses are all yours, and my body is all yours, and I tell you no one’s ever made love to me before because I was waiting for you. If you weren’t thinking about forever, Blake, fine. But I was. That’s why I almost don’t care that we didn’t use a condom, and why if…hell, if I had my way we’d be making love again in about two minutes, condom or no. ’Cause even if it scares you I’ve got to tell you—I’ve been thinking about you and loving and forever. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.”
Blake stared at her, all bold as brass as she sat naked at the foot of the bed.
Damn, she was glorious.
He reached and enveloped her in his arms. Tried to ease the tension in her shoulders, relax the tightness from her body with pets and caresses and whispers against her skin. He slid her over him, letting her weight cover him with heat and silky pleasure. He took her face between his hands and kissed her tenderly on the eyelids. Used his lips to brush away the tears that hung there.
Had he thought about forever? He’d wanted her forever, and she felt right in his arms. A part of his heart had always belonged to her. He kissed her mouth, simple and soft, before whispering over her cheek.
“You make me feel the biggest fool, Slick, ’cause you’re braver than anyone I know. I can tell you with my body how I feel about you, but saying the words seems mighty hard.”