Second Time Around...

✨Chapter 17✨

"Your turn," Jax murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. His fingers traced the delicate line of her shirt hem, a prelude to the gentle tug that lifted the fabric and sent it cascading over her head. It joined the growing pile of his own discarded clothing on the floor, a testament to the mounting heat in the room. His gaze lingered on her, a slow burn that started at the curve of her neck and drifted downwards, taking in the hot pink sports bra that barely contained her ample breasts. A soft gasp escaped her lips as his eyes finally settled on the tattoo etched into her side. One of Jax's hands moved to the ink, his fingers brushing over the long-ago healed tattoo. It was the lightest of caresses, like a feather brushing against her heated skin, yet it sent waves of sensation through her. "So goddamn beautiful," he breathed, the words a husky whisper filled with genuine awe. The air crackled with unspoken desires, the silence amplifying the sound of their ragged breaths and the anticipation of what was to come.

Avery's fingers trembled with a mixture of anticipation and haste as she wrestled with the stubborn buckle of Jax's leather belt. The small metal prong finally gave way with a soft click, and she moved on to the more familiar challenge of the button at his waist. Her breath hitched as she deftly unsnapped it, the sound seeming loud in the otherwise quiet room. With a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered the zipper, the rasp of the metal a low counterpoint to the quickening beat of her own heart.

Her hand, now emboldened, slipped beneath the elastic waistband of his boxers. The soft cotton yielded easily to her touch, and she found the solid, pulsing heat she sought. A gasp escaped her lips as her fingers closed around his already impressive length, the smooth skin taut beneath her gentle squeeze. He groaned softly, a deep rumble in his chest that vibrated against her palm, and she knew, with a thrill that shot through her, that she was just beginning.

Jax broke the intense kiss, a groan escaping his lips. He gazed down at Avery, his chest heaving, eyes dark with a potent mix of desire and something akin to desperation. "Christ," he managed, his voice thick and rough, a stark contrast to the earlier tenderness. The lingering sensation of her lips on his, the closeness of her body against his, had pushed him to the very edge. He ran a trembling hand through his already disheveled hair. "You're gonna fucking unman me," he repeated, the words laced with a raw honesty that laid bare the depth of his reaction to her. Every touch, every taste, threatened to unravel his carefully constructed control, leaving him utterly consumed by her.

Slowly, he reached for the hem of Avery's sports bra, his fingers brushing against the smooth Lycra. He grasped the fabric firmly underneath and gently tugged it upwards. The elastic stretched, sliding over her head. He held the soft material briefly, a reminder of the barrier now gone, before letting it fall. His gaze fixed on Avery, he stepped back, his eyes slowly tracing her exposed figure. A silent moment passed as he observed her with intense scrutiny. "Just as good as I remembered," Jax said, licking his lips. "Wonder if they taste the same." Under his gaze, Avery's nipples hardened.

A hush fell between them, the only sound the soft rustle of fabric as Jax shifted closer. His gaze, dark and intent, locked with Avery's for a fleeting moment before dipping lower. Without a word, a silent understanding passed between them, thick with anticipation. He leaned forward, the air growing heavy with unspoken desire. His lips brushed against her skin, sending a shiver through her before he gently drew one hardened nipple into the warmth of his mouth.

Avery gasped softly as the tender suction began, a sweet ache blossoming deep within her. Jax suckled slowly at first, exploring the delicate sensitivity with infinite care. Then, with a low growl rumbling in his chest, his tongue flickered out, lapping over the taut peak with expert pressure. A wave of pure sensation washed over Avery, stealing her breath. A moan escaped her lips, an involuntary sound of pure pleasure that echoed in the quiet room, letting him know the exquisite joy he was igniting within her.