The humid air in the dimly lit bedroom hung heavy with the scent of sweat and spilled liquor as Avery gasped, her voice a ragged plea. "Please.... don't.... stop." Her naked body, flushed and slick, arched beneath Jax's ministrations. He knelt between her thighs, his face buried in her folds, his tongue a relentless artist painting strokes of pure sensation. He devoured her, each lick and suck a testament to a decade of longing. He was starved for this intimacy, for her. Ten years had passed since his mouth had tasted her sweetness in this way, and the rediscovery was a revelation. He was not merely as skilled as she remembered; he was far, far better.

A flicker of thought threatened to pierce the haze of Avery's pleasure. Don't go there, her inner voice warned sharply. This wasn't the moment to dissect Jax's newfound expertise. He hadn't been inept before, not by any means, but now there was a honed precision to his touch that bordered on masterful. Dwelling on this evolution would only awaken the familiar green-eyed monster, the possessive jealousy that stirred within her whenever Jax's prowess was evident. She pushed the thought away, refusing to let it taint the exquisite sensations flooding her body.

That fragile thread of contemplation snapped completely when Jax's lips closed around her clit. He drew it deep into his mouth, the suction intense and deliberate, milking her with a practiced rhythm. Even though he had already guided her to the precipice of ecstasy three separate times with this very technique, his devilish tongue continued its tireless work, pulling forth wave after wave of pleasure.

Avery felt the familiar tightening, the unmistakable sign that another climax was imminent, when Jax added his fingers to the symphony of sensations. His index and middle fingers slipped inside her, finding purchase, twisting and rubbing against the one spot guaranteed to detonate within her. A strangled cry escaped her lips as her fourth orgasm ripped through her, a visceral explosion that shook her from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair. Yet, even in the throes of her release, Jax persisted, his mouth still feasting, prolonging the exquisite torment until she was begging him, breathless and sated, to finally relent.

With a groan, Jax pushed himself up from his kneeling position, intending to swing his legs over her. But Avery, still caught in the aftershocks of her multiple orgasms, rolled onto her side. The unexpected movement caused him to tumble onto the mattress with a loud "oomph." A sharper moan followed as his weight landed squarely on his already engorged cock.

Ignoring his discomfort, Avery pushed herself off the bed, her legs a little shaky beneath her. The alcohol still coursing through her veins, combined with the dizzying aftermath of Jax's passionate assault, made her movements somewhat unsteady. Looking down at him, sprawled on the bed, her gaze lingered on the undeniable perfection of his backside.

A sly smile played on her lips. "Roll over. It's my turn," she commanded, punctuating her words with a playful smack on his firm buttock.

Jax chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "So, spanking next on the list?" he teased, flipping onto his back and scooting up the bed, making room for her return.

Avery's eyes danced with mischief. "We'll see."

She climbed onto his body, her movements slow and deliberate, trailing soft kisses along his chest and abdomen. Her exploration halted when she reached the hard, insistent length of his erection.

"I swear this thing got bigger," she murmured, a hint of awe in her voice as she wrapped one hand around his shaft. She began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate, her wrist twisting slightly to tease the sensitive skin.

"Keep doing that and it's going to get smaller," Jax retorted, his breath catching in his throat.

A knowing glint sparked in Avery's eyes. "So you'd prefer this?" she purred, leaning forward. She licked her lips, her gaze never leaving his, and then sheathed the head of his cock with her mouth, her tongue flicking across the delicate frenulum.

"Fuck!" Jax roared, his hips bucking involuntarily against the mattress, his back arching off the bed.

Emboldened by his raw reaction, Avery took him deeper, sliding down until his cock hit the back of her throat. She swallowed, the action a deliberate caress, milking him before drawing back, letting him almost slip completely from her grasp. Now that his shaft was slick with her saliva, she began to bob her head, the motion slow and measured at first. But it wasn't long before Jax's hands tangled in her hair, his grip firm, urging her to increase her pace as he spiraled closer to his own release.

"That's it, baby. Suck my dick. Fuck, I'm close..." he panted, his words fragmented as Avery swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, her head moving faster and faster.

Then, a spark of inspiration ignited within her. Her right hand reached down, gently cradling his heavy balls in her palm. Her fingers began a slow, deliberate massage. The effect was instantaneous. Jax transformed into a man possessed. His hips began to thrust with a frantic rhythm, his hands gripping her hair tighter, forcing her to move with increasing urgency.

The first hot burst of Jax's seed was thick and powerful, almost choking her. She swallowed repeatedly, determined to savor every drop, as she continued her rhythmic ministrations. Moments later, he shuddered violently, his orgasm erupting into her mouth, filling her so completely that rivulets of his essence escaped the corners of her lips as she continued to milk him.

"Get up here," Jax gasped, tugging gently on her hair.

She released his limp cock from her mouth and climbed up his body, straddling his hips. She could feel his member, still semi-hard, beginning to stir again as their tongues met and tangled in a slow, sensual dance.

Reaching between them, Jax guided his cock to her slick entrance. Placing his hands firmly on her hips, he slowly lowered her until he was seated deep within her, filling her completely.

"Ohh," Avery moaned, her breath catching in her throat as she adjusted herself on his thick length, trying to alleviate the momentary discomfort caused by his deep penetration.

"Just relax, baby. Feel me. Feel every hard inch of me filling you," Jax murmured, before drawing one hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking with a fierce intensity while his palms squeezed her ass tightly.

"So.... deep," Avery gasped, shifting again on his cock, searching for a more comfortable position.

Finally, she found a sweet spot, a perfect alignment that sent a jolt of pleasure through her. She began to rock her hips, her movements slow and deliberate at first, gradually picking up the pace. As Jax's tongue continued its relentless assault on her nipple, the familiar fire ignited deep within her, a burning sensation that signaled her imminent climax.

"That's it, baby," Jax groaned, releasing her nipple.

"God. It feels so good," Avery moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

"I know something that would feel even better," Jax whispered, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Without breaking their connection, he rolled them over, so that he was now on top. Grabbing her behind the knees, he pulled them up until they were nearly touching her ears. Only then did he begin to move.

Even though she had been riding him just moments before, this new position offered a depth of penetration she hadn't anticipated. With her knees drawn so high, her hips tilted upward, allowing Jax to sink completely inside her, hitting a spot so deep it made her gasp.

He began slowly, stirring his cock within her, each deliberate movement sending shivers of pleasure through her body. But with each thrust and retreat, he increased the tempo, soon ramming into her with unrestrained passion, chasing his own peak while simultaneously driving her towards another orgasm. Within moments, Avery's fifth climax of the night erupted, a series of shuddering waves that washed over her as Jax followed close behind, his own release a guttural roar.

He collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat and intertwined. Jax kissed her tenderly before leaning back, his eyes locking with hers.

"I love you so much," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Be my old lady. Have babies with me. Spend the rest of your life with me."

A soft smile touched Avery's lips, her heart swelling with a familiar warmth. "Is this a proposal?" she asked, her voice a teasing whisper.

"No," he replied, his gaze intense. "Just say you'll never leave me again. I've missed you and this so fucking much."

"I'm not going anywhere, baby," Avery reassured him, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his lips. "I love you too... so much."

Content with her answer, Jax settled back against the pillows, pulling her close. Their tongues continued their intimate dance, their hands exploring every curve and contour of each other's bodies as they drifted deeper into the night, lost in the rediscovery of their long-lost passion. The early morning hours slipped away unnoticed, filled with whispered words of love and the gentle rhythm of their renewed intimacy.

As the comfortable silence of near sleep settled between them, Avery decided to address the earlier, somewhat loaded, comment about babies. Her voice was soft, tinged with a vulnerability she usually kept carefully guarded. "Jax," she began, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, "you're the only man that I have ever envisioned building a family with, the only one I could ever want to be the father of my children."

She knew the admission was significant, perhaps even startling given their relatively recent reconciliation, and a nervous laugh escaped her lips. "I know it probably sounds completely crazy to be lying here, talking about kids and the possibility of me getting pregnant, especially after everything. But it's just that... we really aren't taking any precautions, are we?"

A flicker of anxiety crossed her features as she recalled her earlier panic at the mere suggestion. She rushed to clarify, wanting to gauge his reaction, to understand if his feelings aligned with this burgeoning thought in her own mind. "I know I completely freaked out about it earlier, and that was real, that fear. But now..." She paused, searching for the right words, her gaze searching his in the dim light. "Would it truly be a bad thing, Jax? If I did end up pregnant?" The question hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken hopes and lingering uncertainties.

"Vee, you being the mother of my children is the only thing that I have ever wanted outside of the club." said Jax, rolling so that he was looking into her eyes. "And who says there needs to be a tire frame on anything? I lost you once and I wont do that again, cant do that again.

A tremor of apprehension momentarily flickered across Veronica's delicate features, a fleeting echo of the near-overwhelming panic that had seized her earlier when the mere possibility had been broached. A sudden urgency propelled her to elaborate, to dissect the nuances of her shifting emotions and, more importantly, to meticulously gauge Jax's reaction. She needed to decipher the currents of his feelings, to ascertain if his desires, perhaps unspoken until this moment, resonated with the nascent and somewhat terrifyingly wonderful idea taking root within her own thoughts.

"I know," she began, her voice a soft murmur that barely disturbed the quiet intimacy of the dimly lit space between them, "I completely freaked out about it earlier. That wasn't an act; that fear, that visceral wave of resistance, was entirely real." She paused, her breath catching slightly in her throat as she wrestled with the complex tangle of her emotions. "But now..." The single word hung in the air, a pregnant pause that spoke volumes of the internal transformation she was undergoing. Her gaze, earnest and searching, locked with his, seeking reassurance, understanding, perhaps even a reflection of the hope that was tentatively blossoming within her. "Would it truly be such a terrible thing, Jax?" she finally asked, the question imbued with a vulnerability that both thrilled and terrified her. "If I did end up pregnant?"

"Vee," he said, his voice a low, husky rumble that resonated deep within her, "you being the mother of my children... that is the only thing that I have ever truly wanted outside of the club. It's the quiet dream that runs beneath everything else." He paused, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips as he anticipated her potential objections. "And who says there needs to be a tire frame on anything this time around?" The gentle teasing was a deliberate attempt to lighten the lingering tension, a subtle nod to a past experience that had clearly left its mark. His expression then turned serious, his eyes filled with a fierce protectiveness. "I lost you once, Vee. The thought of losing you, of jeopardizing our life together... I won't do that again. Can't do that again." His words were a vow, a deeply felt promise that resonated with the raw intensity of his love for her. "So if you are willing and ready to start a family, I'm right there with you. And if you want to wait, I'm with you on that too."