Jax moved over Ashanti, his body a familiar, comforting weight. He didn't settle on her immediately, but instead knelt between her spread legs, his gaze sweeping over her.
She was a masterpiece of shadows and candlelight, her dusky skin glowing, her body a landscape of soft curves and lean muscle he had only just begun to explore.
Her eyes were still closed, but her face was turned towards him, her lips slightly parted in anticipation. The trust she offered him was a sacred thing.
He took his throbbing, still-hard cock in his hand, stroking it slowly. The sight of her, spread open and waiting for him, had him fully aroused again, his blood pumping through his veins.
He leaned forward, his hands braced on either side of her head, and lowered his hips until the heavy length of his cock rested against her slick, swollen folds.
The contact made them both gasp. He was hot and hard; she was soft and wet.
