What I saw was like a blast to the

What I saw was like a blast to the hormones. My hand wrapped around him, and he was swollen, pink, and hard. But beyond that, my undies were down my thighs, almost to my knees, my legs open and his hand between them.
Then he slid a finger inside me, and my body reacted. My hips punched up and my head kicked back.
“Calla, baby, you’re so tight,” he muttered, and by the heaviness in his voice, I figured this was a good thing. He moved his finger slowly—a lot slower and smoother than what I was doing and then I stopped doing everything, because he picked up pace. “I’m thinking you like this.”
“I . . .” I didn’t know what to say to that, but I knew I wanted more. I wanted him. The finger was great, but I wanted more. I didn’t stop to think about where I was taking this. “I want you.”
“I know.”
My eyes narrowed, and he chuckled as my hand tightened around him. I could feel him pulse against my palm. “I want this,” I told him in a thready whisper. “I want this in me.”
His hips thrust halfway through what I said, and he made that deep sound again that curled my toes. He dropped his forehead to mine, and the next kiss was sweet and soulful, a different kind of kiss. As that kiss shifted into something far more sensual, he added another finger.
“Oh God,” I gasped against his mouth.
“I want nothing more than to be in you. God, I could come just thinking about it.” He moved slowly, dragging out the feel. “But this thing of yours has to come off.”
His words cleared the haze. “My tank top?”
“Yep, baby, it’s got to go.” His tongue trailed along the seam of my lips. “You ready for that?”
Okay. Today was a different day, but it wasn’t that different and some things would never change. My shirt might come off, but the tank top was never, ever coming off.
“No,” I whispered.
“That’s what I thought.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “But you need to understand something, honey, I’m not going to get in you until we’re skin to skin.”
My pulse thundered at his words, but the look I gave him said we’d see about that, and he answered with an amused chuckle and another scorching hot, wet kiss. His hand shifted between my legs, putting his thumb right over the most sensitive part of me. It wasn’t long before my hips were moving against him, following the pace he set, and then setting my own. He gave me what he could with those two fingers sliding in and out, his thumb pressing on the bundle of nerves.
“That’s it.” He lowered his mouth to mine, slanting his head and kissing me deeply as the knot built to a point. “Ride my hand.”
Any other time, I would probably die of embarrassment hearing those words, and maybe later, I’d care, but right now? I did what he said. I rode his hand as I moved mine over him. Then there was only a subtle warning—a deep flutter—and then the knot whipped out, unraveling inside me, and I cried out as I came. He kept up, prolonging the sensation until my legs went weak.
Then he slowly eased his fingers out of me and then circled his hand around mine. I watched him—I watched us—through heavily hooded eyes. There was something wholly intimate about this, something that nestled in my chest and got lodged there. His body moved beautifully, full of masculine grace. Muscles along his hips flexed and rolled as he thrust against my hand.
His mouth was on mine when he came, and that had to be the most awesome thing out of all of this. Feeling the tremors in his body, the grunt of release that was caught on my tongue, and the way his hips slowed. But the most amazing part was the minutes immediately following.
Jax stayed with me for a few moments, half his weight on me, and the kisses went back to something sweet, a tenderness that meant more, and further lodged that feeling in my chest. When he did get up, he strutted into the bathroom in his naked glory and returned quickly with a damp washcloth. He cleaned up what he left behind and then he slid my undies back up my hips, but he wasn’t done there.
Wrapping his hands around my wrists, he forced me up into a sitting position, and it was too late when I realized that this exposed my back and everything he could see that the tank didn’t cover.
Panic exploded in my gut and I started to throw myself under the covers, but Jax was quick and the fucker was clever. He slid in behind me, sitting up against the headboard, and then he wrapped his arms around my waist. He tugged me between his spread legs and against his chest—my back completely flush with his chest.
I knew he could feel the rougher scars on the back of my shoulder blades, because the tank top was one of those damn razorbacks. And I also knew he’d seen them before he pulled me against him. Maybe not a good long look, but he had to have seen them.
Muscles tense, I focused on the window across the room as his arms folded around my waist and he dipped his chin, resting it on my shoulder.
“Did I tell you about the first time I met Clyde?” he said.
Shaking my head, I whispered, “No.”
“It was on a Sunday. Met him at the bar. He ended up making me tacos.” He paused, chuckling softly in my ear. “Said it was tradition if I was going to be a part of his family.”
The next breath I took was sharp as a little more of that drowning weight lifted off me.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Apa yang saya lihat adalah seperti sebuah ledakan untuk hormon. Tanganku dibungkus di sekitar dia, dan ia bengkak, merah muda, dan sulit. Tetapi di luar itu, celana saya turun paha saya, hampir untuk lutut saya, saya membuka kaki dan tangannya antara mereka.Kemudian dia meluncur ke jari di dalam diriku, dan tubuh saya bereaksi. Pinggul meninju dan kepala saya menendang kembali."Calla, bayi, kau begitu ketat," ia bergumam, dan oleh beratnya dalam suaranya, saya pikir ini adalah hal yang baik. Ia pindah jarinya perlahan-lahan — jauh lebih lambat dan lebih halus dari apa yang saya lakukan dan kemudian saya berhenti melakukan sesuatu, karena ia memungut kecepatan. "Aku sedang berpikir Anda seperti ini."“I . . .” Aku tidak tahu apa yang harus mengatakan itu, tapi aku tahu aku ingin lebih. Aku ingin dia. Jari Hebat, tapi aku ingin lebih. Aku tidak berhenti untuk berpikir tentang mana aku mengambil ini. "Saya ingin Anda.""Aku tahu."Mata menyipit, dan ia terkekeh sebagai tanganku diperketat di sekelilingnya. Aku bisa merasakan dia pulsa terhadap genggaman saya. "Saya ingin ini," kataku kepadanya dengan berbisik benang. "Saya ingin ini dalam diriku."Pinggul dorong setengah jalan melalui apa yang saya katakan, dan ia membuat bahwa jauh suara lagi yang meringkuk jari kaki saya. Dia menjatuhkan dahinya dengan saya, dan berikutnya ciuman manis dan penuh perasaan, ciuman yang berbeda. Seperti ciuman itu bergeser menjadi sesuatu yang jauh lebih sensual, ia menambahkan jari lain."Oh Tuhan," Aku terkesiap terhadap mulutnya."Saya ingin tidak lebih dari untuk berada dalam Anda. Tuhan, aku bisa datang hanya berpikir tentang hal itu." Ia pindah perlahan-lahan, menyeret keluar merasa. "Tetapi hal ini Anda telah keluar."Kata-kata dihapus kabut. "Saya tank top?""Ya, bayi, it's got untuk pergi." Lidahnya membuntuti sepanjang jahitan bibir saya. "Anda siap untuk itu?"Oke. Hari ini adalah hari yang berbeda, tapi itu bukan yang berbeda dan beberapa hal yang tidak akan pernah berubah. Kemeja mungkin datang dari, tapi tank top tak pernah, pernah datang dari."Tidak," bisikku."Itu adalah apa yang saya pikir." Ia mencium ujung hidung saya. "Tetapi Anda perlu untuk memahami sesuatu, madu, aku tidak akan masuk Anda sampai kita kulit ke kulit."Denyut nadi menggelegar kata-kata, tetapi tampilan aku memberinya mengatakan kita akan melihat tentang hal itu, dan dia menjawab dengan tertawa geli dan ciuman lain terik panas, basah. Tangannya bergeser antara kedua kakiku, menempatkan ibu jari hak atas bagian paling sensitif dari saya. Itu tidak lama sebelum pinggul bergerak melawan dia, mengikuti Dia mengatur kecepatan, dan kemudian menetapkan saya sendiri. Dia memberiku apa yang dia bisa dengan orang-orang-dua jari yang meluncur masuk dan keluar, ibu jari yang menekan pada saraf dari bundel."Itu adalah ini." Dia menurunkan mulutnya untuk saya, kepalanya miring dan mencium saya sangat sebagai simpul dibangun untuk titik. "Naik tanganku."Waktu lainnya, saya mungkin akan mati rasa malu yang mendengar kata-kata, dan mungkin kemudian, aku akan peduli, tapi sekarang? Saya melakukan apa yang dia katakan. Saya naik tangannya seperti saya pindah saya atas dirinya. Lalu ada hanya peringatan halus — bergetar dalam- dan kemudian simpul dicambuk, terurai dalam diriku, dan aku berteriak ketika aku datang. Dia memelihara, memperpanjang sensasi sampai kaki saya pergi lemah.Then he slowly eased his fingers out of me and then circled his hand around mine. I watched him—I watched us—through heavily hooded eyes. There was something wholly intimate about this, something that nestled in my chest and got lodged there. His body moved beautifully, full of masculine grace. Muscles along his hips flexed and rolled as he thrust against my hand.His mouth was on mine when he came, and that had to be the most awesome thing out of all of this. Feeling the tremors in his body, the grunt of release that was caught on my tongue, and the way his hips slowed. But the most amazing part was the minutes immediately following.Jax stayed with me for a few moments, half his weight on me, and the kisses went back to something sweet, a tenderness that meant more, and further lodged that feeling in my chest. When he did get up, he strutted into the bathroom in his naked glory and returned quickly with a damp washcloth. He cleaned up what he left behind and then he slid my undies back up my hips, but he wasn’t done there.Wrapping his hands around my wrists, he forced me up into a sitting position, and it was too late when I realized that this exposed my back and everything he could see that the tank didn’t cover.Panic exploded in my gut and I started to throw myself under the covers, but Jax was quick and the fucker was clever. He slid in behind me, sitting up against the headboard, and then he wrapped his arms around my waist. He tugged me between his spread legs and against his chest—my back completely flush with his chest.Aku tahu dia bisa merasakan luka kasar di belakang tulang belikat saya, karena tank top adalah salah satu razorbacks sialan mereka. Dan aku juga tahu ia telah melihat mereka sebelum dia menarikku terhadapnya. Mungkin tidak lama terlihat baik, tetapi ia harus telah melihat mereka.Otot-otot tegang, saya berfokus pada jendela di seberang ruangan seperti lengan terlipat di sekitar pinggang dan ia dicelupkan dagu, beristirahat di pundak saya."Apakah saya memberitahu Anda tentang pertama kalinya saya bertemu Clyde?" katanya.Menggelengkan kepala, bisikku, "Tidak!""Itu adalah pada hari Minggu. Bertemu dengannya di bar. Dia akhirnya membuat saya taco." Dia berhenti, chuckling lembut di telingaku. "Kata itu tradisi kalau saya mau menjadi bagian dari keluarga-Nya."Aku mengambil napas berikutnya adalah tajam sebagai sedikit lebih dari yang tenggelam berat diangkat dari saya.