Page 68 of Will to Run

“I don’t give a fuck about your boxes, Tatroe. What I want is you fucking riding me while I watch these perfect tits bounce in front of my face as you see stars. When I make you come, I want the full view before you collapse over my body because you can’t stand how good it fucking feels.”

“Yes, please,” I respond on an exhale.

While still inside me, he bends, kisses me, and then flips me over in one smooth move so I’m on top.

A nervous giggle escapes my mouth. “I don’t know what I’m doing, Jaxon,” I say. “I’ve read about it and watched it, but haven’t done it.

“It’s not going to take much, Del. I’ll guide you, but just move up and down on my cock. No part of it is going to feel bad. If you’re feeling expert level, roll your hips and squeeze your insides like you do to my fingers.”

No time like the present, I think before I brace my hands on his chest and start to move. He grabs my ass to maneuver me, and it doesn’t take long to get into a little rhythm of my own. Holy shit, this is next-level good. Fuck, it’s everything I hoped it would be. The way he’s looking at me with such fierce attraction only makes me work harder. I’m not sure what he means by roll my hips, but we’ll tackle that next time. I just want to keep doing this. I’ve moved from going up and down on him to almost dragging my clit over him. Meanwhile, I swear I can feel him in my stomach.

“Fuck, right there, Della. Oh my God, you are so tight.” He praises me through clenched teeth.

Sweat glazes my skin, and I can feel myself boiling higher and higher and higher… and when I touch off again, I shout his name so loud, I’m pretty sure anyone left outside Hazel’s can hear. My entire body tenses, and I feel him gasp when my insides grip him like a vice. He shouts my name in return, and I feel the jerk of his dick inside of me. As he expected me to do, my body collapses over his, and I’m huffing for air. His hand traces up and down my back in the sweetest way before he speaks.

“You were made to be on top of me.”

“That felt so different. And so damn good. Is it always supposed to feel that good?” I ask out loud by accident. That was supposed to be an inside thought.

“No, Del. Sex doesn’t feel like that. That was extraordinary,” he replies, without even a hint of a joke in his voice, and then kisses me.

And just to make sure, we spend the rest of the night seeing if the subsequent times are just as extraordinary as the first.

In the best news ever, they are.

32

JAXON

Ifall asleep with Della in my arms, but when I wake up, she’s not here. I have a brief moment of panic that she left after we slept together, but then I hear milling around in the kitchen. Hopping out of bed, I throw on a pair of boxers to see what she’s up to.

Standing at the top of the steps, I watch her for a beat. She’s wearing my shirt from last night, and it kisses just below her ass. She doesn’t realize I’m staring as she dances around the kitchen, humming, opening cabinets, looking for what I assume are mugs. I can’t help but smile at the scene unfolding in front of me, getting pulled deeper under this woman’s spell.

“Morning, Del.”

“Oh my gosh!” she jumps. “You scared me! I hope it’s okay that I’m making coffee, or trying to find coffee for you… for us, I guess…”

“Yeah, no worries, I appreciate the gesture,” I get close behind her and kiss behind her ear while my hand moves down her side to her ass. When I squeeze her, she responds by leaning in more.

As much as I want to bend her over the counter and slip inside of her, I realize she’s probably sore, and I switch gears.

“You weren’t there when I woke up this morning, and I have to tell you, Del, I’m a morning cuddle kind of a guy.”

“Bullshit, you are,” she laughs.

“Sometimes I am,” I laugh back in defense. “Like if it’s you. I can’t seem to keep my hands off.”

Picking her up, I lay her on the couch, and jump in next to her, wrapping my arm around her in the way I wanted to do when I woke up. I’m thankful for the deep couch because we fit on it without problems, and we have the best morning of my life. We’re laughing and talking, and there is even a song thrown in. We just… get along. None of my siblings have talked about a connection like this, and the fact that it’s me out of the four of us is laughable; certainly the least expected.

After a bit, I get up to make us the coffee and bring it back over.

“Thank you so much, Jax,” she beams at me. “I was supposed to do that.”

“Eh, get me next time. So, tomorrow morning, because you’ll stay here tonight, right?” I laugh, sitting back down, pulling her legs over mine. What she doesn’t know is that I’m not joking, I’d freaking love to repeat all activities from last night. The way I feel like I could get used to this scares the shit out of me. It’s exactly why I was trying to keep some space between us. Because I opened the door an inch to whatever this is, and it blew right off its hinges.

“Okay, hear me out,” she says, “I was thinking about ways I can show my appreciation to you, and something I thought was maybe I could paint Sir Magnum Biggs?”

I choke on the coffee before it shoots out of my mouth across the table.