The List (Part Five) (2 page)

She moaned lower at the thought, and then his thumb circled her clit, making her grind into her harder. Making her want to climb on top of him right there on the shower's floor and bring them both to a screaming release.

Instead, she cupped her own breasts, rolling each of her nipples between thumb and forefinger until her moans became silent screams of satisfaction.

"Yes, baby," Jax urged her, "You look so hot."

And so did he. Smiling up at her, his dark hair darker still from the spray of the shower. He looked like something out of Calvin Klein commercial and she thought, not for the first time, of exactly how lucky she was.

Sure, he'd made a mistake.

But a mistake that could lead to this?

That was something she was more than willing to forgive.

Suddenly, he thrust another finger inside of her, working her even faster than before, but she slipped away before she lost herself in him. If she let this go on, this would all become about her, just as all the other times had been.

Now? Now was her time to prove that she was just as ready and willing to satisfy him as he was with her.

She crooked one finger to him and he rose to his feet, towering over her in a matter of seconds. Gently, she pushed him back against the wall, and though she'd wanted to skip right to pleasuring him, she couldn't bring herself not to meet his lips with hers.

She had to taste his tongue, to circle it with hers, to feel the electricity that always waited for her there. She closed her eyes and pulled his bottom lip between her teeth, nibbling gently before releasing it and then finally lowering herself to her knees and bracing herself against his thighs.

It was all she could do not to lavish all her kisses along those thighs. To massage his calves and dip beneath his shaft to tease his sack with her tongue. To take each of his balls in her mouth ever so gently and suck until he begged for her to take all of him.

Bu that wasn't what her husband had asked for, and so that wasn't what she'd do. Instead, she gripped the base of his shaft with one firm hand and then slid him between her lips, bobbing over his head once, twice, three times before pulling him in all deep as he could go.

She gagged a little when he hit the back of her throat, but she didn't care. The way he groaned her name, the way his fingers slid between her locks and pulled her hair away from her face made it all worth it.

With her free hand, she teased the space between his thighs until he groaned louder still.

"Fuck, baby." He said, and she smiled against his cock before moving up and down again. With every groan she worked him faster, loving the instant gratification of his approval, but then he gripped her hair a little harder, moving her slower against him, and she obeyed without a thought.

She moved along with him to match the speed, massaging each of his inner thighs slowly and gently. And as much as she wanted to feel him push inside of her, another part of her wanted to feel him spend himself in her mouth so she could swallow him down in one. Or lean back and watch him work himself until he came all over her breasts.

Then he could wash the white liquid away and lay her down on the floor of the shower, each of them panting as they felt every little drop of water on their naked bodies.

She should ask--would ask--but no. This was what her husband wanted, and before she knew it, his strong hold was pulling her back. Then her hair was released and his hands were on her biceps, pulling her to standing though part of her was still in a lust-induced haze.

"Let me finish," She breathed when he was near enough, and though he smiled, he didn't bother to answer.

Instead, he pushed aside her soaking hair and dropped kisses along the column of her neck, then lower, past her color bone and over the top swell of her breast until he'd found her nipple.

One hand dipped between her thighs and he teased her there for a moment before his teeth closed over the nipple and he sucked, gently at first, and then harder until he arched into him and whimpered.

She spread her thighs wider, but he wouldn't touch her opening. Instead, he circled her clit over and over again, switching directions with every few beats and making a bran new wave of electricity sweep over her again.

"I--" she started, but she lost all track of thought when his mouth moved to her other breast and the hand that had been secured on her waist pinched the other cherry peak in time with his kisses.

This wasn't supposed to be about her.

This was supposed to be about him. His fantasies. His--

Oh god.

His nails teased the underside of her breast and her eye snapped open in spite of the shower's downpour. "This isn't supposed to be about me," she could only speak in pants and moans, but she'd gotten it out nonetheless.

Jax smiled, then released her nipple with an audible "pop."

"This is for me. Trust me." He licked his nipple so that she could see and her walls quaked at the sight of him.

Fuck he was sexy. And all hers. And--

The world split apart as he thrust into her so fast that she hadn't even seen it coming. In one moment, his hand was pleasuring her, and then the almost all-consuming teasing strokes were replaced by the feel of her walls stretching to accommodate his massive length.

This time, though, there was no gentle slide until she'd adapted to his thickness. No, it was all full and forceful and buried to the hilt, and he groaned against as he slapped one hand on the wall beside her head.

"Fuck, you feel amazing." He said.

"So do you." And he did. He didn't even have to move to make her writhe with desire, and already she was arching into him, trying to bring him even deeper into her.

In spite of the water, she was still slick and waiting, desperate for another push, a new pull. And he met each of her demands with ease.

She buried her lips against his neck, peppering him with kisses as his spare hand dug into her hips, guiding her every push and pull and making it that much more electric.

She was already so close, so near the breaking point that she new just one more push off the edge would do it. Once they found that angle, she'd close her eyes tight and lose herself in the contracting of her muscles as wave after wave of pleasure flooded her body.

But she fought it off.

She had to. For Jax.

So she bit her lip until it nearly bled, squeezing her muscles tight around him to prevent the swell of release, but it was a near impossible task. With his hard muscles pressed against her chest like this? Wth his heated breath fanning her neck with every thrust--

What woman could hold back for a man like this?

"I want to come with you, baby," he groaned.

And then he lifted her up off of the ground, wrapping her legs around his back until he was as deep as he could go and she bobbed against the wall, the impact of his thrusts so powerful that she thought she might bruise.

Somehow, though, she thought that would only make it better.

Like tomorrow, when she saw the tiny thumb-print sized bruises where he'd held her thighs, she'd be able to smile at herself in the mirror. Hell, she was getting wetter just thinking about it.

"Are you ready?" His voice was little more than a rasp and she panted her reply quickly.

"God, yes."

And just like that, she was spinning, the whole world dark and light at once as the ball of need low in her stomach split open and filled her body were sheer pleasure.

As he groaned, pushing into her harder and faster still, her tail bone bumping against the shower wall so hard she thought it might splinter, her orgasm redoubled on itself, pulling for a moment and then rippling out, pushing her to even further heights.

And when she saw his face? The way his hungry eyes stared at her as he fills her with his hot need? Then she really knew this was the real thing.

They were starting over.

Best of all?

They were going to be better than ever before.

W
hen Jax walked
into the bedroom, it was to find Dana naked and waiting for him. not even bothering to slip beneath the covers.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Hanging out." She grinned.

He joined her on the bed, then pulled her close so that their bodies were flush together. "So." He nibbled her earlobe. "Did it turn out the way you wanted?"

"Even better. I hate knowing we were together for so long and never asked for things. Like, do you have any fetishes?"

"What? No."

"Come on, you don't have to lie to me."

He kissed her, then said against her lips, "I swear. Do you?"

"I like when you take charge. I'm wondering if I've got a little sub kink."

"Sub kink?" He raised his eyebrows.

"We'll try handcuffs for now, but if the urge fills me, you'll be the first to know."

"You got it." Silence stretched over them, then Dana piped up again.

"What about role playing?"

"What about it?"

"Do you have any role playing fantasies? Like, you know, I'm a cheerleader and your the quarter back? Sexy schoolgirl? Or, like, a little more out of the box. Sexy beekeeper or something?"

He laughed. "No, I've never really thought about that, but you would make a pretty sexy beekeeper."

"I definitely would."

He pulled a blanket over them and lay with her for a long while. Then he said, "I've got a question, though."

"What's that?"

"If we've both got a list of stuff we want to try, how do we decide who gets their way?" He kissed her nipple then glanced up at her from beneath the sheet.

She smiled, those perfect lips of hers tilting to one side as she thought over what he'd said.

"Well, I'd say we could make a list, but..."

"But that didn't work out so hot." He agreed. "Plus, I like the idea of telling you my fantasies. I want you to know."

Dana bit her bottom lip, then rolled away from him and pulled out a pen and paper from the bedside table. "Here's what we'll do. We'll take turns telling each other fantasies and I'll write them down. We'll know what's on the list and we'll cross them off when we want to do them. It's not a list of goals, it's a list of hopes. Sound good?"

"Sounds great." He grinned and she did the same, then she began scribbling her first fantasy involving whipped cream, strawberries, and his mouth.

From what he could tell, things were only going to get better between him and Dana.

Whether they had a list or not.

A
llison Blane is
an author of steamy erotic romance, a watcher of television, and a player of Mario-Kart. When not writing scenes that would make her parents blush, she can be found chilling with her husband at home or hiding under her bed while thinking of schemes to stay home for the night instead of engaging with the outside world.

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