by C R Riley
His hand moves just a tad higher. Brushing against the material of her underwear, the silky pair she wore for him earlier. Not daring to move them any higher, he wiggles those fingers along the skin just below it.
"Here?" Jaxon murmurs in her ear as he squeezes her thigh with his hand.
"Yes." Johannah tries to shove her body lower so that his hand will glide just a tad higher.
"Not yet," Jaxon warns, drawing back so he can look at her. "So beautiful. You look so beautiful. This I believe I like very much." He takes his finger and dips it in the triangle between her breasts, where the material is missing. "Just enough to give me a peek of your lovely breasts."
A voice echoes over the speakers. "Mr. Cristiano, we are just now pulling into your driveway, sir."
Jaxon sits up and tugs Hannah up with him.
"Thank you. We will be ready to exit as soon as we arrive at the house." He informs the driver as he lowers the partition.
As soon as the car stops, Jaxon opens the door. He then extends his hand to his bride, so he can help her out. Her feet barely have time to land on the pavement before he swoops her up into his arms. Hastily he makes his way for the front door that has been opened for him by his chauffeur.
"We should be good for the rest of the evening. You may return to the restaurant and take Mr. and Mrs. Kohl back to the hotel when they are ready. We are not to be disturbed unless there is an emergency." Jaxon dismisses the man.
"Yes, sir." He nods and then takes off back toward the car.
Jaxon stares into Johannah's eyes for a moment. And then proceeds to carry her over the threshold as he kicks the door closed behind him. He doesn't even bother putting her down until they are in the master suite upstairs.
As soon as her feet hit the floor, it is on. They attack each other, as if fearful that if they don't hurry this along, something will prevent them from continuing.
She is rapidly working the buttons of his shirt loose, while he is trying to unsnap the strap to her dress. Somehow, she beats him and shoves the material of his shirt over his shoulders, forcing him to stop what he is doing, so it will fall to the floor.
Once it is off of him, he spins her around, where he locates the zipper and yanks it downwards. Loosening the dress enough that as soon as he is done, it literally tumbles off of her and pools around her feet.
"Geez, Hannah." Jaxon gasps at the sight of her standing there in front of him.
Her thong covers nothing from behind, so he gets his first view of her perfect body from this angle. She starts to twirl around, but he stops her.
"Don't move. Let me enjoy this."
Still, in the heels she slipped on before they left for the restaurant, Hannah doesn't move. She only rotates her head, so she can watch her husband standing behind her. His eyes are leisurely taking in the sight of her. Moving up and down it, as if memorizing each inch of her skin. Finally, his eyes rise high enough to meet hers. The fire that burns in them singes her.
Taking a step closer, he leans forward and kisses her lips first. "Would it be alright if I take my time to adore your body with my lips?"
"Yes please, as long as you allow me the same pleasure." Johannah moans as he begins.
Jaxon starts with her neck and works his way down. He adores her back with agonizing slowness, with his lips, tongue, and hands. Taking his time, launching sparks directly to the vortex between her legs. When he reaches the small of her back, he bites down where the thong of her panties rests, making her cry out.
He doesn't stop there though. He continues to nip his way south, along the curve of her backside, causing her skin to break out in goosebumps.
"Jaxon." She whimpers his name. "I'm not sure I can take much more."
He groans and spins her so she is now facing him. Not once does he take his mouth off of her body during the process. He nips her hips first, then her stomach, just below her bellybutton. "Now the front." His voice is low and sensual.
Johannah throws her head back and digs her nails into his shoulder, so she can balance herself. He is killing her slowly with his wicked attack on her overheated body. She is somewhat surprised when she feels him moving north and not south. Not that she is complaining.
Making his way to her breasts, Jaxon isn't sure he can take this much longer either. He is so worked up that he is amazed he hasn't had a mishap yet.
When he reaches his destination, his mind recalls how lovely it was the first time he tasted them. After giving them the full treatment they so deserve, he stands and captures Hannah's lips again. The kiss she offers him is filled with hunger, and he knows they are both close to losing control.
She jerks back and shoves him away. "My turn."
"Hannah." Jaxon isn't sure he can take it until her lips claim his naked chest. He never realized that could feel so good. "Yes. Claim me as yours, my love."
Hannah doesn't need any more encouragement than that. She does exactly that. Planting soft fiery kisses all over his exposed skin. Circling him as she does. He relishes in the sensation she is causing, moaning her name as if he has to say it.
She ends her assault when she finds herself back in front of him, eye level with his belt buckle. The bulge in his pants, just below it, catches her attention. So, she leans forward and places a kiss there as well.
Jaxon has had all he can stand. That little move has ended his control. In one swift move, he lifts Hannah off the ground and tosses her onto the bed behind them. Her shocked expression only fires him up more. Before she knows his intent, he grabs the strings of those white panties and yanks them down her legs. Disposing of them and her heels at the same time.
Staring up at the man now leaning over her, Johannah burns for him. "You are a little overdressed I believe."
Her hands find his belt buckle and work it loose. Their eyes are locked in place. Jaxon's hands are pressed hard into the mattress next to her head. Holding himself above her as she works hard to rid him of his pants. The feel of the zipper sliding down sends a sweltering tremor through him.
Johannah sneaks her fingers under his waistband and shoves them down over his hips and thighs. She pushes his pants as far as she can and then feels him kicking them off the rest of the way for her until he is free. Her hands run up the back of his legs, over his tight butt, and stop at his hips. She pauses only long enough to let him grasp her intention.
The effect of her hands on him like that has his body heating like never before. He knows he will never forget how her touch feels against his skin. It burns in a good way, and he never wants it to end, never.
He closes his eyes when he realizes her next intended move. As soon as her hand wraps around him, all that heat that has been building travels down his spine and ends there.
"Shit." Jaxon curses.
Johannah takes her eyes off his, the moment he closes them, and allows hers to track down his body. The length of flesh protruding from the junction between his legs shocks her. She has to touch him to see what all the fuss is about now, because to her it is a beautiful sight. The mushroom-shaped head, held there by thick smooth steel. It is covered in soft velvety flesh, which is lined with veins that pulse to the beat of his heart.
One long caress is all it takes for her to witness the effect she has on him. White-hot, spicy, fragrant cream lands on her belly. The firmer she pumps it in her hand, the more she can extract until she feels him go slack.
Jaxon collapses on top of her. "I'm sorry. I should have known that would happen the second you touched me."
"Are you kidding me, right now?" Johannah releases her hold on him and begins stroking his back. "That was the most erotic experience of my life, and I loved it. I had a feeling that would happen as well, since when we kissed that first time and you..."
Jaxon growls. "It's happened a few other times also, I just didn't make a big deal about it. You, Hannah, do that to me. Make me lose all control."
Hannah nips his shoulder. "As do you, Jaxon. I believe I myself may have sprung a leak."
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Jaxon pulls back so he can look at her. He is not well-informed about the female body. Not something he ever felt the need to study until now. He glances down at her belly, which is covered in his semen. Reaching up above him to retrieve a tissue, so he can clean her. After doing so, he decides he might as well do a little exploring of his own now.
The second his fingers slide into her wet canal, Johannah finds her legs automatically opening for him. Her flesh there is sensitive, and each minuscule movement has her burning with desire. When his finger brushes a bundle of hidden nerves. Her hips lift and she moans his name.
That encourages him to continue messing with them, while his other hand joins in on the fun. Running through her folds, until it finds the moist opening that leads to her womb.
Jaxon never realized the complexity of the female body until now. He explores freely and is surprised to discover the sticky, thick substance being produced by her core. He can smell the sweet aroma emanating from it, and wonders if it tastes as good as it smells.
Not ashamed about what he is about to do. Jaxon drags his tongue along the seam and gathers her cream on it. It is an intoxicating tangy mix of sweet with a hint of spicy. It is unlike anything he has ever tasted, and he has to have more.
"Jaxon." Johannah protest.
Not at all concerned about her objection, he laps up all he can. Starting to get into it now, and is pleasantly surprised, when she seems to come undone under his assault.
Her first response is to take exception to such an act. But that is quickly squashed and replaced with her wanting more. Before she knows it, her body is flooding with heat. In one unexpected moment, it seems to rush out of her in the area he is attacking.
"Wow." Jaxon groans as he shifts his body back and then up hers. "That was amazing. I believe I am ready to go again now." He nudges his erection against her thigh. If you are ready for me to take you."
She is more than ready for that. "Yes."
Jaxon never dreamt he would ever get the chance to experience this with a woman. Emotions start to take over him, as he does his best to try to prepare her for this. Those feelings are a mixture of nerves and love. He is a thirty-two-year-old man, who has never touched a woman like this before. He understands how it is constructed to work, but he has no clue of how it actually does.
In college, he walked in on Geoff having sex with a girl who was not at all ashamed to have another man staring at them. He stood there and watched as his friend slammed mercilessly into her, causing her to cry out in pleasure until they both climaxed. His friend seemed to be rubbing on something between her legs to get her to fire off. At the time he wasn't sure what, but after exploring Hannah's body, he believes he knows now.
"Jaxon." Johannah's voice brings him back to her. "I don't expect us to come together like old experienced lovers. I am just as clueless about this as you. Just do what feels natural. We'll figure out the rest as we go. Okay."
He nods, as he aligns the head of his erection to the opening he discovered earlier. Not sure if he should go slow or fast, he waits, and suddenly becomes a little anxious about the entire act. "I don't know..."
Johannah can't believe she is about to do this. Again, she finds it ironic she is the more experienced of the two. Not that she has any experience when it comes to sex, but she at least understands how it all sort of works.
She understands it will be painful for her the first time because her hymen is still somewhat intact, since nothing larger than a tampon has entered her. With the exception of the instrument, her gynecologist uses during her exam. Her passage is going to need to stretch to accommodate his vast member.
Shoving against Jaxon's shoulders, she encourages him to swap positions with her so she is now above him. Aligned just as they were before. She takes a deep breath and lowers her body on him, slowly at first. It seems to take forever, and there is some burning as she stretches. When she feels some resistance, she pauses while she builds up her nerve to just do it.
"I'm barely in." Jaxon sounds confused. "I thought..."
The room whirls and all sound goes silent for a brief moment, as the woman above him rises and then slams down onto him. He feels this breach as he enters her, right before he seems to slide home easily. They don't move until the throbbing begins for both of them.
Jaxon reaches up and cups Hannah's face with his hands. Forcing her to look at him. They don't talk. They just stare longingly into the other's eyes.
Then, just as she suggested earlier, they both do what comes naturally. She is the one who moves first. Rising and falling, at an even pace, that drags the length of him along her inner walls. The sensation is incredible for them both.
Certain she will keep her eyes on his, Jaxon releases his hold and drags his hands down her body. Stopping first at her chest that is bouncing in time to the pace she is setting. He pinches the peaks as he rises enough to cover them with his mouth.
His mouth now on her, at the same time he is buried deep inside of her, does something to his mind. Before he realizes what he is doing, he has them back in their original position, with her under him again. Putting him back in charge of how this will end.
Johannah's breathing is harsh. She never realized how amazing this was going to feel. Not just that, but how connected she seems to be to Jaxon now. It's like they are moving now as one while sharing a moment so intimate that their souls are touching.
His rhythm begins to pick up as he slips a hand between them, where he locates those bundles of nerves again. That's all it takes for her to take off like a rocket and blindly explode around him. Jaxon knows he is only seconds away from losing it again. As soon as he touches her, he feels her muscles grip onto him. Pulling him deeper still. Milking him until he detonates.
Right before he collapses on top of her from exhaustion, he rolls them onto their sides, still connected. "Hannah. Tell me. What are you doing for the rest of your life?"
Slowly opening her eyes, Johannah notices her man is covered in sweat. Looking and smelling of that unique scent she has come to love. She answers him as she sees it. "You. I believe I will be doing you."
That has him roaring with laughter and leaning in to kiss her tired lips. "I believe that is the best answer you have given me so far. I love you, my Hannah."
Hannah pats his cheek as she feels him slip out of her. "I love you too. Now let's take a breather and get a little rest. Because I have this crazy hunch, we are going to need it."
They smile, satisfied about their first encounter. Wrapped in each other's arms, they quickly fade and lull off into a deep sleep.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Johannah wakes as a chill travels through her body. It's the kind that causes the hairs on the back of her neck to stand. Something about it warns her to not make any sudden movements, so she doesn't.
Instead, she sighs deeply as if she is just waking. Slowly she blinks her eyes open, trying to take in her surroundings. A shadow by the balcony door catches her attention. Although she can't be sure if it's not the curtain blowing in the breeze, or someone standing there watching them. So, she rolls away from it and focuses on the mirror across the room. Shortly after her eyes adjust, the shadow moves through the door and disappears.
Johannah reacts on instinct now. An agent never goes anywhere without a gun, and hers has been placed in the drawer next to her side of the bed.
Leaping to her feet, she retrieves it quickly before she makes her way out onto the terrace, weapon drawn. She catches movement to her left and pursues after it. A loud thud has her ducking until she realizes it was the sound of the perpetrator dropping to the patio below. Glancing down at the drop, she is about to follow suit, when a large hand halts her.
Raising her gun, she points it in his face without hesitating.
"Hannah, it's me." Jaxon's voice announces loudly.
Aiming her head back at the fleeing suspect, Hannah has only seconds to react. She tackles her husband as a bullet goes whirling by, slamming into the wal
l behind them.
"Stay down." She orders as she squats and waddles along the half-wall, so she can scan the area. "Dang it. He's gone."
"Who's gone?" Jaxon questions her as he remains on his back. "I know this may not be the time to point this out to you, but dang, that is kind of sexy."
Johannah scowls at him, still bunkered down in defensive mode. "You're sick."
She does a quick scan of the area again. When she is sure the coast is clear, she stands. Out of habit, she starts to holster her weapon. Then realizes, not only does she not have a holster, but that she is also buck naked. Now her husband's comment makes a little more sense to her. As she checks him out, she appreciates he is not only naked but also aroused.
"Put your weapon away." She orders him, struggling to not smile. "We certainly don't have time for that right now. Someone was in our room watching us. I need to find out who."
Right then, two security guys from Jaxon's team come running through the master suite patio doors. Guns raised, ready to take out a potential target. They turn to face Jaxon and Hannah, then quickly lift their gazes to the stars.
"Sir, we thought we heard gunfire." Trace speaks first.
"Someone took a shot at my wife." Jaxon strides toward them.
"Actually, I believe they were shooting at you." Johannah contradicts him. "I was in pursuit of the perp when you announced yourself. Until then, he was fleeing the area. I am confident that he knew I was behind him; however, he was not interested in shooting at me until you showed up."
She treads over to the place on the wall where the bullet is wedged in the stucco. Turning her gaze back to the beach. Drawing a line with her eyes as if recalling their positions before the shot was taken, she exhales. There is no way that bullet was meant for her. If she hadn't tackled Jaxon, he would have most likely taken one in the chest.
A female voice interrupts her thoughts. "Ma'am."
Johannah turns to find Evie standing next to her with a robe in her hands.