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I cringed as my mind flashed back to the time I visited Jaxon’s house at the beginning of the summer. “I’d rather not live in that bachelor-pad-slash-whore-house you were living in.”

Jaxon rolled his eyes. “It’s not that bad. Okay, I’ll sell it and get a new place. I’d like to live in Liverpool though. It’s a cool area and you’ll get used to the accent.”

“This would be a big move,” I said, stating the obvious. “Would we be able to keep our relationship a secret?”

“Do you want to?” Jaxon asked. “Mom already knows and I think your Dad does as well.”

“He suspects something, but it’s still going to come as one hell of a shock. What about the media? They’re going to make this sound gross and disgusting.”

Jaxon shrugged. “Then so be it. I want to be with you Jenny, and one way or another it’s going to happen. I’ve wanted this from the moment I first laid eyes on you.”  

“You don’t believe in all that ‘love at first sight’ stuff, do you?”  

“I didn’t,” Jaxon replied. “Okay, maybe not first sight, but do you remember that first time we stayed up all night talking and you tried to convince me that the ending to Lost was not a complete cop out?” I nodded, but didn’t tell Jaxon that I had since changed my mind about that one. “Since then,” he said. “I’ve loved you ever since that night. I never stopped.”

“You’ve loved me since then?” I asked. Jaxon seemed to be oblivious to the fact that he had just used the ‘L’ word for the first time.

“Yes,” he said. “Even when you were with other men and I was with other women.
Especially
when I was with other women come to think of it. I know you must have spent most of the last four years hating me, but I’m going to make it up to you.”

“I didn’t hate you,” I replied softly. “Well, I guess I did hate you, but I loved you too.”

Jaxon smiled, lighting up his face as he did so. “Does that mean we’re going to do this?”

I nodded. Jaxon still had to beat his illness, but once that was done we could move to England and leave this whole mess behind us. I didn’t like leaving Dad alone—Carrie didn’t really count as company—but he would want me to live my own life and Mom had always been a huge fan of London. She’d come to visit as often as she could.  

“Do you want dessert?” Jaxon asked. “I don’t have a clue how to make ice cream, so we’ll have to order room service.”

I nodded. “Have them bring up some ice cream.” I stood up and walked over to the bed. Right now I was in an old white bra and a pair of black panties; Jaxon wouldn’t care, but I wanted to keep some degree of sexiness alive while I could, and there should still be some lingerie in the dresser that I’d stashed there last week.

Jaxon placed the order for ice cream and some champagne. “It’ll be about fifteen minutes,” Jaxon said.  

“You wait outside for it,” I ordered. “When it’s arrived you can come back in. I’ll be waiting.”

I pushed Jaxon into the corridor as I walked over to the bed. It wouldn’t do him any harm to wait for a bit, and I planned to make it worth his while.

The lacy black underwear was right where I’d left it in the bottom drawer. I’d never owned sexy underwear before. I guess I’d never really felt the need to impress any of my previous boyfriends or make a special effort for them, but Jaxon was different. I loved the way he looked at my body, which he seemed to admire regardless of whether I was naked, fully clothed, or somewhere in between.

Jaxon had needed some time to himself one morning, so I’d gone and done a bit of shopping in New York. My eyes were drawn towards an underwear shop that I’d always walked past on the way to work, but had never bothered going inside. 

The shop sold plenty of plain underwear—some of it quite cheap, both in price and appearance—but at the back of the store the mannequins modeled bras and panties that I knew would have Jaxon drooling. 

I immediately fell in love with one set in particular. There was nothing out of the ordinary about the set, but the material was so smooth to touch that I knew I just had to have it. After trying on the bra and finding the perfect fit, I pulled out my credit card and made the purchase before my mind could butt in and point out that it was costing me more than any pair of jeans I owned and only one person would ever see it.

I’d had to cut my shopping trip short that morning and hung out in a coffee shop for a few hours because I didn’t want to spend any more money on clothes. Now that would prove to be money well spent.

I stripped off my clothes and put them discreetly in the corner, before slipping on the new underwear. It felt every bit as good then as it had in the store. Standing in front of the mirror, I took a few moments to admire my breasts which were subtly pushed up by the bra, and then down at the panties which made the best of my small ass. I’d always liked my rear, but I rarely made the most of it. These panties did it justice.

I lay on the large bed, propped up by all the pillows and cushions, and tried to relax before Jaxon came into the room. The minutes ticked by slowly and I started to regret ordering the ice cream. I just wanted Jaxon to burst in and take me on the bed now. Dessert could wait. 

My fingers wandered down between my legs and lightly touched the wetness forming on the crotch of my new panties. He wasn’t even in the same room as me and I was already wet. I let a finger creep under the silk and touch my sex. Slowly, I pressed my finger inside my channel and gasped as the finger disappeared from view. Soon it would be Jaxon sliding inside me, although his shaft would open me a lot wider than my finger could.

I heard Jaxon talking with someone outside, so I quickly pulled my finger out of my sex and rearranged my panties just in time. Jaxon burst through the door, a bowl of ice cream in one hand and a bucket of champagne in the other. 

“Thank God for that,” he said, turning round and kicking the door closed. “I thought that was going to take—” He froze when he saw me lying on the bed. “Sweet Jesus.”

Jaxon put the food and drink down on the table near the bed, and peeled off his clothes at an impressive pace. By the time he approached me with the ice cream he was already rock hard in anticipation.

I beckoned Jaxon onto the bed with the finger that had just been inside my pussy. “Before you eat dessert, you should taste this.”

Jaxon wrapped his lips around my finger and sucked gently, his eyes lighting up when he recognized the taste.

“You don’t really want to eat ice cream first do you?” he asked. “I’m ready to burst here.”

“Sorry, but I’m really hungry,” I lied, taking the ice cream from him. I grabbed a spoonful and slowly took the ice cream into my mouth, letting it melt inside. Jaxon’s hands started wandering all over my body while I ate, until his fingers started playing with the soft fabric of my panties. 

“You look stunning,” he remarked. “It’d almost be a shame to take these off.”

“You can say all the nice things you like, you’re still going to have to wait until I’ve finished with dessert.”

“Give me some,” Jaxon said. His fingers kept moving between my legs, although he didn’t go under my panties and start touching my sex. He would have felt my wetness instantly and known I was dripping for him. I looked down at his hard shaft which was pointing directly at my face and knew I wouldn’t be able to wait much longer. I needed that inside me; I didn’t feel complete without it.

Jaxon took two mouthfuls of the ice cream, each time letting it melt in his mouth like I did, before crawling between my legs. 

I pretended to ignore him and kept eating the ice cream, but his mouth went straight to my sex and his tongue darted under the fabric to explore my folds. My pussy might have been wet and hot, but his mouth was cold and the sensation of his tongue on my pussy lips made me flinch before I relaxed under his touch.

Jaxon’s cold breath combined with my heat sent a weird shiver up my spine. I abandoned the ice cream, and sunk back down into the pillows while Jaxon’s tongue explored my folds. His tongue was still cool when it pressed against my clit and sent me into a frenzy. Nerve endings were exploding, and it was all I could do not to kick Jaxon away, even though all I wanted was for him to keep eating me.

He left my panties on but used his thumb to keep them to one side while two fingers slid inside me. Sweat was dripping down my chest and the pillows suddenly felt suffocating. I tried to push them out of the way, but then Jaxon took my clit between his lips, making me lose all strength.

I grabbed ahold of the posts making up the headboard, and thrust my sex harder into face. His hands pressed me back down as he ate me furiously until I shook and exploded under his expert touch. 

When I opened my eyes, Jaxon was standing by the bed holding two silk ties. He grabbed my wrist and before I’d said anything he tied my wrist to one of the posts of the headboard, and then did the same with the other. I didn’t have the strength or the desire to fight him. I closed my legs expecting Jaxon to peel off my panties, but instead he grabbed my waist and flipped me round onto my front.

My arms were now crossed over and still tied firmly to the bedposts. Jaxon climbed back onto the bed and lifted me up by the hips. I couldn’t see him, but I knew he must be kneeling right behind me with a hard cock just waiting to enter me. Drops of my moisture dripped down the inside of my thighs, my sex still wet from my last orgasm and only getting wetter as I anticipated him filling me up.

Jaxon’s fingers pushed my panties to one side, and exposed my sex. His tip brushed against my lips, before he pressed the head of his shaft gently inside me. I expected the rest of him to follow, but instead he held the head inside for seconds before he pulled away and got off the bed.

“Don’t tease,” I scolded. I’d never had a man tease me before and didn’t think I was patient enough to withstand the wait. Perhaps this was Jaxon’s revenge for me making him wait for dessert to arrive.

I heard the pop of the champagne cork as it slammed into the ceiling and then saw Jaxon standing by the bed next to me.

“I can’t exactly hold a glass right now,” I said, helplessly gesturing with my hands still tied up to the headboard.

Jaxon didn’t say anything. Seconds later I yelled in shock as cold champagne hit my back. He slowly poured it from the top of my back and down to my ass before putting the bottle back down by the ice cream. I squirmed as drops of champagne made their way between my ass crack before dripping down between my pussy lips, once again making them tingle with pleasure.

Jaxon climbed back onto the bed and took a firm hold of my ass cheeks. This time he didn’t tease me. He guided his cock into my tunnel and held himself deep inside me before pulling almost all the way out and then pushing forward. 

He always started slow because my tight sex took some time to get used to his girth, but Jaxon quickly picked up the pace until his balls were crashing into my clit with each thrust. 

I couldn’t do much with my hands tied and crossed in front of me, so I just stuck my ass in the air and let him do the work.

An animalistic growl escaped my lips with each thrust as I moaned for Jaxon to go harder, even though I didn’t think that was possible. 

“Your cunt looks so beautiful when I’m fucking you,” Jaxon moaned. “It’s so perfect. You’re so perfect.”

I tried to reply between gasps of breath. “You’re not. Too bad. Yourself.” 

“You’re coming again,” Jaxon said. “I can feel it.” 

I gave up trying to speak and just nodded instead. My entire body was covered in a mixture of sweat and champagne, but Jaxon didn’t seem to mind. I arched my head as I came and screamed loudly, before dropping my head and chest back down onto the bed. I hadn’t done a lot, but coming was fucking exhausting. 

Jaxon pulled his cock out of me and flipped me back over onto my back. I saw him jerking his cock in front of me for a few seconds until a hot stream of his cum shot out and landed all over my chest and stomach, making a mess of my bra in the process. 

Two more sprays followed, each with less intensity than the last, until the last few drops dripped out, landing just above my panties.

Jaxon grinned as he admired his handiwork and untied my wrists. “I can’t get enough of this sight either,” he said. “This might even be more attractive than your pussy.”