Long December

"Ohhh...Janeey..." He whispered in my ear. I felt him wrap his fingers in the hair at the back of his neck, "Cum again Janey, cum for me."

The feel of his breath on my neck, the sound of his voice in my ear, brought me over the edge, and I was more than happy to comply with his demand. I wrapped my legs tight around his waist, and rode the surge of ecstasy for the second time that night. I felt Jax's body tense, his cock pulsing then exploding deep inside me, his grasp tightening in my hair, in the fervor of his own passion.

He kissed me tenderly, and rolled off of me and onto his back, breathing heavily. I put my head on his chest, and listened to his heart. Jax stroked my hair absently, and chuckled softly. "That was better than anything I imagined..."