Jaxon groans against my skin, his lips trailing back up to my jaw as he slows his movements, guiding me through the aftershocks, his movements steady, soothing, loving, even. He whispers against my skin—sweet words, praises, my name like a prayer on his lips.
When I finally come back down, my breath still shaky, he liftshis head, his eyes dark, blazing with satisfaction and something deeper—something that looks a lot like awe.
I'm still trying to form a coherent thought when he smirks, brushing his lips softly over mine.
"Told you I'd take care of you, beautiful." He looks down at me with nothing but warmth in his eyes, his cheeks flushed. "Well…that isn't exactly what I was going for in exchange, but zero complaints."
It takes me a moment to realize what he means, but then, I notice the way he shifts slightly, the dampness at the front of his joggers.
My eyes widen. "Oh my God, did you…"
His cheeks burn the brightest shade of red I've ever seen on him, his hand scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Yeah…definitely did." He places a quick peck on my lips before moving towards the door. "I'm gonna go grab my bag really quick. I'll be right back. Might wanna go brush your hair, or you can leave it. Mama Montgomery would have tons of ideas."
He sends me a cheeky wink before heading out to his car.
I sit up slowly, pulling my tank back on, my legs still feeling weak, my pulse still fluttering in my throat. My body is buzzing, lingering warmth settling deep in my bones. Every nerve ending feels alive, sensitive, like my skin is humming.
And yet…
My mind won't shut up.
Because I've never?—
I've been with other guys, let them try to get me there, and then I let them think they did, though it was never real.
It never worked.
I would fake it, smile, tell them they did great, then roll over and pretend it didn't matter. Because maybe, for me, it just wasn't something I was capable of. Maybe my body wasn't wired to fully let go.
Until now.
Until him.
I exhale, pressing my hands to my face, my heart pounding for an entirely different reason now.
Because it was real.
Because he made it happen.
And I know why.
It wasn't just Jaxon's hands on me, wasn't just the way he knew exactly how to touch me, how to push me to the edge and keep me there until I was unraveling in his arms.
It was because I felt safe.
Because my body knew Jaxon would never hurt me, to hold me together even as he tore me apart.
I exhale shakily, gripping the edge of my bed as the weight of it settles over me.
No one has ever made me feel this way before.
Not just wanted. Not just desired.
But cherished. Protected. Like I'm worth the wait, worth the care, worth the patience it took to get me here.
Like I matter.
Not as a body, not as an experience to brag about later, but as Madison. The real me, with all my broken pieces.
