A gasp escaped Avery's lips, a surprised sound swallowed by the sudden, possessive pressure of Jax's kiss. It was a kiss that obliterated the space between them, a desperate claiming after a chasm of time. His mouth moved over hers with a fierce tenderness, a stark contrast to the underlying urgency that vibrated through his touch. Their tongues met, a familiar dance that instantly ignited a wildfire of forgotten sensations. Avery's hands, hesitant for a fleeting moment, instinctively found their way to the solid expanse of his back, fingers splaying across the taut muscles beneath his shirt. His own hands were no less eager, tracing the curve of her waist, the delicate line of her spine, pulling her closer until there was no room left for doubt, no space for anything but the intoxicating reality of him.

A wave of longing, sharp and undeniable, washed over Avery. It had been an eternity, a self-imposed exile from the one person who had always felt like home. Every fiber of her being had ached for this connection, this visceral understanding that only Jax could evoke. Now, pressed against him, feeling the heat of his body, the frantic beat of his heart mirroring her own, she knew the truth. While a part of her screamed a warning – this was impulsive, potentially reckless – the overwhelming majority of her yearned for this with an intensity that surprised even herself. Every inch of Jax, the familiar scent of his skin, the strength in his embrace, the taste of him on her lips, reaffirmed what her heart had always known. This might be madness, a leap of faith into uncertain territory, but in this moment, enveloped in the raw emotion of their reunion, Avery knew with unwavering certainty that this was exactly where she wanted to be. This was exactly what she craved.

Jax lifted her effortlessly, his strong hands molding to the curve of her buttocks. Avery gasped softly, a tremor running through her as she was moved, though her eye stayed closed and her lips remained sealed to his. She was suspended in a delicious in-between, carried by his strength and the intoxicating anticipation that thrummed within her. Trust in Jax was a deep-seated certainty, woven into the fabric of their shared history. But beyond that unwavering trust, a more urgent desire pulsed through her – a profound yearning to rediscover the language of their bodies, to reignite the primal connection that had once defined them. She craved the intimate dance of their skin against skin, the unspoken conversations whispered through touch, the rediscovery of every familiar contour and sensation. It was a homecoming her body ached for, a reunion of souls expressed in the most fundamental and exquisite way.

Jax carefully lowered Avery onto the sturdy wooden surface that served as a makeshift desk in the dimly lit space. The air crackled with unspoken anticipation, a palpable energy that had been building between them. With a gentle shrug, Avery eased Jax's worn leather kutte from his broad shoulders. The heavy garment fell to the dusty floor with a muffled thud, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Her gaze followed its descent, then lifted to meet his, her eyes filled with a mixture of longing and playful desire.

A slow smile curved her lips as she reached for the hem of his white t-shirt. Her fingers grazed his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. With a deliberate pull, she began to tug the soft cotton fabric upwards, her movements unhurried, savoring the moment. Jax deepened their lingering kiss, his hands finding their way to her waist before sliding up beneath the material of her shirt. He broke the sensual connection just long enough to pull his shirt over his head and toss it carelessly to the side, his eyes never leaving hers.

The soft light filtering through the grimy window illuminated the toned muscles of his chest and the defined lines of his abdomen. Avery's hands, now free, roamed over his stomach, her fingertips tracing the contours of his superb six-pack. Each touch was a silent exploration, a rediscovery of the familiar landscape of his body. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she leaned closer, her breath warm against his skin, the unspoken promises hanging heavy in the air between them.

"Your turn," Jax murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. His fingers traced the delicate line of her shirt hem, a prelude to the gentle tug that lifted the fabric and sent it cascading over her head. It joined the growing pile of his own discarded clothing on the floor, a testament to the mounting heat in the room. His gaze lingered on her, a slow burn that started at the curve of her neck and drifted downwards, taking in the hot pink sports bra that barely contained her ample breasts. A soft gasp escaped her lips as his eyes finally settled on the tattoo etched into her side. One of Jax's hands moved to the ink, his fingers brushing over the long-ago healed tattoo. It was the lightest of caresses, like a feather brushing against her heated skin, yet it sent waves of sensation through her. "So goddamn beautiful," he breathed, the words a husky whisper filled with genuine awe. The air crackled with unspoken desires, the silence amplifying the sound of their ragged breaths and the anticipation of what was to come.

Avery's fingers trembled with a mixture of anticipation and haste as she wrestled with the stubborn buckle of Jax's leather belt. The small metal prong finally gave way with a soft click, and she moved on to the more familiar challenge of the button at his waist. Her breath hitched as she deftly unsnapped it, the sound seeming loud in the otherwise quiet room. With a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered the zipper, the rasp of the metal a low counterpoint to the quickening beat of her own heart.

Her hand, now emboldened, slipped beneath the elastic waistband of his boxers. The soft cotton yielded easily to her touch, and she found the solid, pulsing heat she sought. A gasp escaped her lips as her fingers closed around his already impressive length, the smooth skin taut beneath her gentle squeeze. He groaned softly, a deep rumble in his chest that vibrated against her palm, and she knew, with a thrill that shot through her, that she was just beginning.

Jax broke the intense kiss, a groan escaping his lips. He gazed down at Avery, his chest heaving, eyes dark with a potent mix of desire and something akin to desperation. "Christ," he managed, his voice thick and rough, a stark contrast to the earlier tenderness. The lingering sensation of her lips on his, the closeness of her body against his, had pushed him to the very edge. He ran a trembling hand through his already disheveled hair. "You're gonna fucking unman me," he repeated, the words laced with a raw honesty that laid bare the depth of his reaction to her. Every touch, every taste, threatened to unravel his carefully constructed control, leaving him utterly consumed by her.

Slowly, he reached for the hem of Avery's sports bra, his fingers brushing against the smooth Lycra. He grasped the fabric firmly underneath and gently tugged it upwards. The elastic stretched, sliding over her head. He held the soft material briefly, a reminder of the barrier now gone, before letting it fall. His gaze fixed on Avery, he stepped back, his eyes slowly tracing her exposed figure. A silent moment passed as he observed her with intense scrutiny. "Just as good as I remembered," Jax said, licking his lips. "Wonder if they taste the same." Under his gaze, Avery's nipples hardened.

A hush fell between them, the only sound the soft rustle of fabric as Jax shifted closer. His gaze, dark and intent, locked with Avery's for a fleeting moment before dipping lower. Without a word, a silent understanding passed between them, thick with anticipation. He leaned forward, the air growing heavy with unspoken desire. His lips brushed against her skin, sending a shiver through her before he gently drew one hardened nipple into the warmth of his mouth.

Avery gasped softly as the tender suction began, a sweet ache blossoming deep within her. Jax suckled slowly at first, exploring the delicate sensitivity with infinite care. Then, with a low growl rumbling in his chest, his tongue flickered out, lapping over the taut peak with expert pressure. A wave of pure sensation washed over Avery, stealing her breath. A moan escaped her lips, an involuntary sound of pure pleasure that echoed in the quiet room, letting him know the exquisite joy he was igniting within her.

Encouraged by her response, a possessive heat flared in Jax's eyes. He palmed her other breast, the weight of it filling his hand perfectly. His thumb brushed across the already sensitive nub, eliciting another sharp intake of breath from Avery. Then, with a deliberate movement, he drew down hard on her nipple, the intensity of the pull sending a jolt of electricity through her core. Just a little bite followed, a playful nip that sent a wild thrill spiraling through Avery. Her back arched instinctively, her body reaching for more, every nerve ending alight with an overwhelming ecstasy. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close, desperate for the intoxicating sensations he was so expertly delivering.

Jax lifted Avery from the edge of the makeshift desk. Gently, he guided her feet to the cool wood of the floor, his hands lingering on her hips for a fleeting moment before sliding down to grasp the waistband of her workout shorts. A low, guttural growl rumbled deep within Jax's chest, a primal sound of satisfaction and burgeoning desire, when his fingers encountered bare skin beneath the fabric. He hesitated for a breath, savoring the unexpected intimacy before easing the shorts down her slender legs, revealing the smooth expanse of her thighs. Once her shorts were pooled at her ankles, a fierce protectiveness surged through him. His gaze swept over her, a silent claiming, before he swiftly turned his attention to his own clothing, his movements efficient and driven by an undeniable urgency. The snap of his jeans, the whisper of fabric against skin – each sound amplified in the charged atmosphere as he shed the barriers between them.

Completely unclothed, their skin flushed from the lingering heat of their earlier intimacies, Jax gently lifted her into his arms. He carried her a few steps until her back pressed against the cool surface of the nearest wall. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he positioned himself, the hard ridge of his arousal finding the slick entrance between her thighs.

With a low groan that rumbled in his chest and vibrated against her, Jax cupped her hip with one hand, his thumb tracing a slow circle on her skin. His other hand, firm and sure, guided the velvety head of his cock, teasing it against her delicate folds. Her own wetness, thick and inviting, coated him, a natural balm that promised friction and immense pleasure. He moved slowly at first, relishing the sensation of their bodies pressed together and being mindful of the fact that she hadn't been with anyone in a decade, the anticipation building with each deliberate rub. Her breath hitched, and she tightened her grip on his shoulders, her head falling back against the wall as a soft moan escaped her lips. The rhythmic friction intensified, each pass igniting a fresh wave of sensation within her, and within him. He was slick with her desire, and the slow, deliberate movements were driving them both to the edge of wanting more.

"You're so wet." Said Jax nearly growling. "Feels like coming come."

"Yes, you are my home, Jax. Always" Panted Avery.

Jax only needed to hear Avery's words before he thrust his hips forward, sinking fully into her with one hard movement. He paused, allowing her to adjust to his entry, as Avery cried out.

"Fuck. You're pussy is so fucking tight." Said Jax through clenched teeth. "I think I could cum just from the way it's squeezing my cock."

At Jax's words, Avery clenched her inner muscles, squeezing his cock. She watched as Jax nearly went cross-eyed from the feeling.

"Fuck me, Jax." Whispered Avery, practically begging Jax to give her what she and he both wanted badly.

To prove that she wanted him, Avery moved deliberately, her gaze locked on his, and then with a slow, purposeful motion, she shifted so that she was sinking onto his cock deeper. A slight gasp escaped her lips as he filled her completely, but this time there was no sharp cry. A sense of familiarity was returning, the initial discomfort easing as her body began to remember and accommodate his presence.

Their tender kiss deepened into a passionate exchange as her hands moved from his chest to grip the back of his neck. The movement of their mouths created a growing rhythm within him. Avery's sudden climax was met by Jax intensifying their connection, his body straining as he quickly reached his own release.

"Yesss!" Screamed Avery when Jax rolled his hips hitting a spot she didn't remember him ever hitting before.

"Gonna come so hard." Said Jax tough clenched teeth.

His words and the animalistic way they were said had Avery on the verge of orgasm once more.

"Gonna... come..." moaned Avery.

"Right there with you baby." Said Jax.

And he was. With two more thrusts of his hips, Jax let loose just as her second orgasm began to rip through her.

*******

"That was amazing" said Avery as she tried to catch her breath while Jax was still impaling her with his massive cock. Even after his release, she could still feel how hard he was.

Lifting his head from her shoulder, Jax looked down at Avery and kissed her tenderly before speaking. "God I've missed you... missed this" said Jax as he circled his hips, stirring his cock inside of her.

"I've missed you and this too. Ten years is a long time to go without." Said Avery smiling. She watched as Jax smiled with male pride knowing that he had been the only one to bring her to orgasm. "But we should probably get dressed before someone sees us through the window."

"You're right." Said Jax as he lifted her enough to allow his cock to fall from her and then placed her on her feet before turning to gather up their clothes.

Out of nowhere, a sense of cold dread washed over her as the unmistakable sensation of his cum trickling down her legs brought a horrifying realization into sharp focus: they hadn't used a condom. Not even a fleeting thought about protection had crossed either of their minds in the heat of the moment.

Her breath hitched in her throat. How could they have been so reckless? A wave of nausea rolled in her stomach, tightening into a knot of pure panic. Her mind raced, replaying the encounter, searching for any sign, any moment where one of them might have paused, might have considered the consequences. But there was nothing, only the escalating passion, the urgent need that had overshadowed everything else.

Now, standing here, the aftermath felt heavy and suffocating. The carefree intimacy of moments ago had vanished, replaced by a looming uncertainty that threatened to unravel everything. Her heart pounded against her ribs as a terrifying question echoed in her mind: How would Jax react? He was impulsive, often living in the moment. Would he be angry, thinking that was trying to trap him like Wendy did? Resentful? Or would he somehow think that this was something that was meant to happen? The possibilities swirled in her head, each one more unsettling than the last.

"Let's go get cleaned up," Jax said softly, his voice a gentle anchor in the swirling aftermath of their shared intensity. He crossed the short distance to where she sat, still slightly trembling, and held out her discarded clothes. The simple act of him carrying them, a small gesture of care, momentarily pulled her from the labyrinth of her thoughts. Logically, a detached part of her mind acknowledged the pressing need for a conversation, a frank and perhaps difficult discussion about what had just transpired between them. Their passion had been a potent, almost reckless force, and she knew they couldn't simply ignore the potential ramifications, the possible shifts in their already complex dynamic. Yet, despite this rational understanding, a deeper, more instinctual part of her recoiled at the prospect of initiating that conversation. The words felt heavy, laden with unspoken questions and uncertain answers. She wasn't ready to dissect the moment, to analyze its meaning or predict its consequences. For now, she clung to the fragile peace that had settled between them, a silent understanding that hung in the air, thick and warm like the lingering scent of their mingled desire. The thought of addressing the 'recklessness of it all' felt like breaking a delicate spell, one she wasn't quite ready to relinquish. She wanted to hold onto this suspended moment, this shared intimacy, just a little longer before facing the inevitable complexities that lay ahead.

In the office's small bathroom, they took turns cleaning up after their passionate encounter. Avery couldn't deny it; their time together had been purely sexual. Just recalling their intense desire for each other made her heart race and a familiar throb return.

"Keep looking at me like that and we won't make it out of this bathroom." Said Jax knowingly.

"Who says I want to?" Asked Avery bravely, sinking to her knees. She looked up at him as she wrapped a hand around his fully erect cock. "Been a long time since Ive done this so be patient with me. I promise to make it worth your while."

Then, without another word, she took his length into her mouth, the warm heat delivering on the pleasure that she promised.