His fingers travel down the sides of my ribs, tracing the curves of my abdomen before dipping beneath the waistband of my pants. His lips nip at mine, his tongue dipping into my mouth as he pushes my leggings halfway over my ass, stopping when he reaches the counter.
“Put your hands on the counter and lift your hips for me, baby,” he growls, pushing his fingers under the hem of my panties. “Now.”
The marble countertop is cool beneath my palms and I do as he says, putting my weight on my hands as I lift myself from it. In one fluid movement, he hooks his fingers around my panties and leggings, sliding them down my legs and over my feet.
His hands wrap around my ankles, his eyes traveling along the insides of my thighs, pausing as they reach my center. “Fuuuck,” he moans, dragging out the word as his eyes flash tomine. “Willow.” He releases my ankles, stepping back between my legs as he parts my thighs. His fingertips dig into my flesh as he slowly lowers himself onto the floor in front of me.
“What are you doing?” I breathe as a nervousness rolls in the pit of my stomach. Jace hooks his arms around my thighs and pulls me so I’m balancing on the edge of the counter.
He flattens his palms on the insides of my thighs, inching closer to my pussy. “Repaying my debt.”
“I—” I start, my eyebrows cinching closer as my anxiety builds. I can’t catch my breath. My thighs push against his hands, trying to close. He looks up at me, blinking twice as the realization washes over him. “Jace.”
“You’ve never done this before,” he says quietly, his voice catching in his throat. There’s no question in his words and there’s no need for me to confirm, but I shake my head anyway. “God, I love that.”
“What?”
He drags his teeth over his bottom lip, his eyes dark as he inches closer to the apex of my thighs. “I love that I get to be your first.” His tongue darts out to wet his lips and he pushes my thighs wider. “I love that no one else has ever tasted you before.”
“I don’t—I don’t know what to do.”
A smirk dances across his lips. “You just relax and enjoy it, baby.” He lowers his face, his breath drifting across my flesh before he plants a kiss on the tender flesh of the inside of my thigh. “Let me make you feel good.”
“Okay,” I whisper, dipping my chin as anticipation dances in the pit of my stomach.
And then he licks me.
My entire body quivers, my pussy clenching as he drags his tongue against me, rolling it over my clit. “Oh,” I breathe, the word transforming into a moan. My heart pounds erraticallyagainst my ribcage as he sucks my clit between his lips and slides two fingers through my lips.
“You’re soaked,” he groans, looking up at me through hooded eyes. He lowers his face again, moving his hand out of the way as he flicks his tongue against my clit.
I tip my head back against the cupboards, and reach between my legs, my fingers plunging through his hair. I tangle them, gripping his hair as he plants his forearms against my thighs, holding me in place as he feasts upon me.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. Waves of ecstasy roll through me, lighting a fire in my veins as he licks and sucks, tasting and teasing his way to my pleasure. I hook my legs over his shoulders and grip his hair tighter, holding onto him as he fucks me with his tongue. He pushes it inside me, moving it in and out in precise strokes before he pulls it out.
My hips buck, fighting against him. He nips at my clit, his teeth biting into my flesh. My body tenses and a soft cry escapes me. “Jace,” I moan, my head lifting to stare down at him. The sight of him with his mouth on my pussy is intoxicating. Euphoria dances along my nerves. “I—fuck—I’m so close.”
His tongue slows and he moves his lips away from my clit. Confusion washes over me and I tug on his hair, trying to pull him back to me. He leans back in but kisses the flesh right beside my clit. “Not yet.”
“What?”
“I might be on my knees, but I’m the one who decides when you get to come.” His eyes are glued to mine. “You will come when I let you.”
My eyebrows draw together and frustration washes over me, adding to the pressure that’s already building inside my core. “Are you edging me, Jace Miller?”
Mischief dances in his eyes. “When I finally let you come, you’re going to come harder than you ever have before.”
“Bold assumption,” I quip, the frustration mixing with irritation as I tug on his hair in an attempt to guide him back to my clit. I just want his mouth back on my pussy. I want to feel his tongue sliding across my flesh again.
“You’ll see,” he murmurs, kissing his way back to my center. His fingertips bite into my skin as he licks my pussy, intentionally avoiding my clit. A moan falls from my lips and my eyelids flutter shut once more as he pushes his tongue back inside me.
And just as quickly as he pushes it in, he pulls it back out.
The cold air touches my cunt, immediately replacing his warmth.
“Goddammit, Jace.”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating against me as he moves his mouth back between my legs. He takes his time, kissing the sides of my pussy, kissing my clit, before he pulls away. My body is on fire and I need the release. I need his mouth on me, pushing me over the edge.
