“Please,” I pant, pushing against him in an effort to lift my hips, but he keeps me pinned in place. “I need it so badly.”
“Need what, baby?” he murmurs against my cunt.
“You,” I breathe. “I need you. I need you to make me come.”
“Hmm,” he hums, dragging his tongue against me once more, circling around my clit. “I don’t know if I’m ready for you to yet.”
“If you let me come, I promise you can edge me as long as you want afterward.” The desperation is heavy in my voice, mixing with lust and need. He’s driving me insane and I think he’s enjoying it. “I just need it now and then you can do whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?” He stares up at me from between my legs. “That’s a very bold promise, Willow. Are you sure that’s a promise you’re willing to keep?”
“Yes,” I pant, withering under his touch as he pushes his tongue into me again, curling it against my insides. “Please.”
“Promise?” he asks, nipping at my clit with his teeth again.
“Yes, Jace. Yes.” My voice betrays my desperation.
He chuckles quietly. “This is what I want. You, unraveling for me.” He lowers his mouth without another word, showing me no mercy as he devours me. He laps at me, his tongue pressing against my clit, rolling in circles as he applies the perfect amount of pressure.
I’m a mess of moans, unable to control myself as he pushes two fingers into me. That’s it. That’s all it takes to push me over the edge. My fingers grip his hair and my center clenches as my orgasm hits me full force. My legs push against his hands, my hips bucking as I’m dragged deep into the depths of ecstasy. His tongue slows, drinking every drop as I ride out the waves of pleasure.
He slowly peels away, his chin glistening with my arousal as he lifts his head and begins to rise back to his feet. “I told you it would be worth the wait.”
I stare back at him for a moment, my chest rising and falling with every ragged breath. My hands wrap around the back of his neck, dragging his face to mine, our lips crashing. The taste of me is still present on his tongue. There’s nothing but urgency and need driving the two of us. His mouth is on mine, tongues clashing, lips bruising.
My hands move to his waist and my fingers work to undo the front of his pants. Jace moves his hands from my face, dropping them down to push my hands out of the way. Sliding my hands along his abdomen, I find the bottom hem of his shirt, hauling it up his torso as he undoes his pants, shoving them down to the middle of his thighs, dragging his boxer briefs with them.
Suddenly it becomes a race to get one another undressed. Jace tears his shirt away and my breath catches. His chest is bareand hard. Every ridge of his abdomen is clearly defined, turning into the deep V over his hips. There’s a small tattoo just along his ribcage and I trail my fingers across it, unable to read the latin script. Jace lifts my shirt, pulling it up and over my head before dropping it onto the ground.
“What’s this say?”
He pulls me closer and reaches around my back to undo the clasp of my bra. His cock is hot pressing against my bare cunt. “Cogito, ergo sum,” he moans, shifting his hips. “I think, therefore I am.”
The wet tip of his dick rubs against my clit. I can’t help the whimper that escapes. “Fuck, Willow. I need your words. I need you to tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I breathe, my voice catching in my throat. “Right here, right now.”
Not wanting to lose the moment, I reach down between us, wrapping my hand around his length.
“I need to get a condom,” he says as he drags the straps of my bra down the length of my arms. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he murmurs, trailing his fingers along the curves of my exposed breasts, running his finger tips across my pebbled nipples. “This is an image I’ll never be able to get out of my head.”
“Good,” I moan as he presses against me again. “I want to feel all of you,” I say, stroking his length. “I have an IUD, we don’t need a condom.”
He lets out a ragged breath, his eyelids fluttering shut as he presses his hips forward while I slowly stroke him. He nips at my lips, then trails his lips along my jaw and down my throat. He cups my breast, his fingers tugging on my nipple, as he kisses his way down my check before he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“I never thought I’d get the chance to do this,” he murmurs against my flesh.
“To do what?”
His eyes flick to mine. “Bury myself deep inside you.”
He wraps his hand around mine, guiding the tip of his cock through my pussy lips, up and down, coating himself in my wetness. My eyes are on his, lips parted as I suck in a shallow breath. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes.” My confirmation is little more than breath.
That’s all he needs. He presses his hips forward, pushing his cock inside me, not stopping until he’s filling me completely.
He inhales sharply, his forehead pressing against mine. “Fuuuuuck.”
