Second Time Around...

✨Chapter 17✨

Encouraged by her response, a possessive heat flared in Jax's eyes. He palmed her other breast, the weight of it filling his hand perfectly. His thumb brushed across the already sensitive nub, eliciting another sharp intake of breath from Avery. Then, with a deliberate movement, he drew down hard on her nipple, the intensity of the pull sending a jolt of electricity through her core. Just a little bite followed, a playful nip that sent a wild thrill spiraling through Avery. Her back arched instinctively, her body reaching for more, every nerve ending alight with an overwhelming ecstasy. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close, desperate for the intoxicating sensations he was so expertly delivering.

Jax lifted Avery from the edge of the makeshift desk. Gently, he guided her feet to the cool wood of the floor, his hands lingering on her hips for a fleeting moment before sliding down to grasp the waistband of her workout shorts. A low, guttural growl rumbled deep within Jax's chest, a primal sound of satisfaction and burgeoning desire, when his fingers encountered bare skin beneath the fabric. He hesitated for a breath, savoring the unexpected intimacy before easing the shorts down her slender legs, revealing the smooth expanse of her thighs. Once her shorts were pooled at her ankles, a fierce protectiveness surged through him. His gaze swept over her, a silent claiming, before he swiftly turned his attention to his own clothing, his movements efficient and driven by an undeniable urgency. The snap of his jeans, the whisper of fabric against skin – each sound amplified in the charged atmosphere as he shed the barriers between them.

Completely unclothed, their skin flushed from the lingering heat of their earlier intimacies, Jax gently lifted her into his arms. He carried her a few steps until her back pressed against the cool surface of the nearest wall. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he positioned himself, the hard ridge of his arousal finding the slick entrance between her thighs.

With a low groan that rumbled in his chest and vibrated against her, Jax cupped her hip with one hand, his thumb tracing a slow circle on her skin. His other hand, firm and sure, guided the velvety head of his cock, teasing it against her delicate folds. Her own wetness, thick and inviting, coated him, a natural balm that promised friction and immense pleasure. He moved slowly at first, relishing the sensation of their bodies pressed together and being mindful of the fact that she hadn't been with anyone in a decade, the anticipation building with each deliberate rub. Her breath hitched, and she tightened her grip on his shoulders, her head falling back against the wall as a soft moan escaped her lips. The rhythmic friction intensified, each pass igniting a fresh wave of sensation within her, and within him. He was slick with her desire, and the slow, deliberate movements were driving them both to the edge of wanting more.

"You're so wet." Said Jax nearly growling. "Feels like coming come."

"Yes, you are my home, Jax. Always" Panted Avery.

Jax only needed to hear Avery's words before he thrust his hips forward, sinking fully into her with one hard movement. He paused, allowing her to adjust to his entry, as Avery cried out.

"Fuck. You're pussy is so fucking tight." Said Jax through clenched teeth. "I think I could cum just from the way it's squeezing my cock."

At Jax's words, Avery clenched her inner muscles, squeezing his cock. She watched as Jax nearly went cross-eyed from the feeling.

"Fuck me, Jax." Whispered Avery, practically begging Jax to give her what she and he both wanted badly.

To prove that she wanted him, Avery moved deliberately, her gaze locked on his, and then with a slow, purposeful motion, she shifted so that she was sinking onto his cock deeper. A slight gasp escaped her lips as he filled her completely, but this time there was no sharp cry. A sense of familiarity was returning, the initial discomfort easing as her body began to remember and accommodate his presence.