I can only nod frantically, hips grinding down harder. He adds a third finger, stretching me, pumping slowly while his tongue keeps working my clit in tight circles.
“Look at you,” he rasps. “Taking everything I give you like such a good girl."
The words push me higher. My thighs start trembling uncontrollably. He feels the change and doubles down, sucking harder, fingers fucking me faster.
“Come on, baby. Give it to me. I want to taste it when you come. I want to feel you squeeze my fingers and flood my mouth.”
I shatter. The orgasm slams through me so hard my whole body locks up. I grunt, hips jerking helplessly as wave after wave crashes over me. He doesn’t stop. He keeps licking and stroking, drawing it out until I’m shaking and gasping. Only when I sag forward, spent and boneless, does he ease his fingers out and give my clit one last gentle kiss.
“Beautiful,” he growls. “Fucking perfect." And he's already moving me.
He lifts me off himself carefully, turning me so I’m on my stomach across the mattress. My legs are jelly. I can barely hold myself up on my elbows. But he stands behind me at the foot of the bed, running his hands over my ass, spreading me open so cool air hits my soaked pussy.
“Look at this pretty pussy,” he says reverently. “All swollen and dripping for me. You came so hard."
I whimper into the comforter as he leans over me, chest to my back, cock sliding through my folds, coating himself in my wetness. “You want this dick now?” he whispers against my ear. “Want me to fill you up?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please, Jace.”
He straightens, lines himself up, and pushes in with one slow, steady thrust until he’s buried to the hilt and we both groan.
“Jesus fuck,” he hisses. “You’re still fluttering around me. Feel that? Your pussy’s still coming.”
He pulls out almost all the way, then slams back in, and my fingers scrabble at the sheets.
“That’s it,” he grunts. “Take every inch."
His hips start pumping, dick sliding through my moisture so smoothly I never want him to stop. and then he thrusts harder. “Gonna fuck you so good you’ll forget every bad thing that’s ever happened to you. All you’re gonna feel is me.”
His other hand slides under me, fingers finding my clit again. I jolt at the oversensitivity, but he doesn’t let up—he rubs slow, firm circles while he pounds into me from behind.
“You’re gonna come again,” he promises.
And I know I am. I’m already climbing again, embarrassingly fast. He feels it—my walls starting to tighten—and laughs darkly.
“That’s my girl. So greedy. You want another one already?”
“Yes—God, yes.”
He slams in particularly hard and holds there, grinding against my ass, fingers working my clit mercilessly.
“Then come,” he orders. “Come right fucking now, Sabine.”
The second orgasm rips through me even stronger than the first. I scream into the mattress, whole body seizing as pleasure whites out everything else. Tiny pulses of pleasure shoot outward from my core in rippling waves and all I can do is hang on for the ride. Jace curses, hips stuttering as my pussy milks him.
“Fuck—fuck—here it comes.”
He continues thrusting as he buries himself deep and comes with a guttural groan, pulsing inside me, flooding me exactly like he promised. The moisture leaks out around him every time he pulls back, draining down my thighs and puddling on the edge of the comforter.
For a long moment we stay locked together, breathing raggedly, sweat cooling on our skin. He leans over me again, pressing soft kisses between my shoulder blades. When he pulls out, the rest of his cum drips from me, but I can't move. I'm nothing but a puddle of pleasure.
Jace grabs something, maybe a towel from the bathroom, and wipes me clean, then lugs me into bed and covers me with the blankets. When he curls around me, it feels right, like we were made for each other.
"What the fuck is happening between us, Jace?" I ask him, and I'm not sure why I even ask him. It's not like he knows any better than I do.
"You don't have to know everything in detail to know that something feels right, Bean…"
His lips press against the back of my shoulder and I close my eyes, wondering how he knew my childhood nickname, if he looked that up too, or if it's just the stage we're at now, where we give each other pet names. But I don’t mind.
