Adelina's tongue left a shiny, wet trail on the tip of his cock.
She pulled back, her lips were glistening and looked at him with eyes full of a new hungry light.
Without a word, she moved. She didn't guide him inside her.
Instead, she sat on top of him, letting his hard length press against the cleft of her ass, his balls resting beneath her soft weight.
She leaned forward, her body a warm line against his, and gave him a gentle, searching kiss.
Her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, popping them open one by one.
Jax just lay there, shirt falling open, chest bare. His mind was a storm of pure awe.
'Gods. Look at her.'
Her curves, always regal and perfect, were now a landscape of desire right above him.
The way she moved—confident, in command rubbing his cock with the gentle pressure of her ass through the fabric… it was driving him insane.
This was a side of her he'd only dreamed of.
