She grabbed at his shirt and tugged it over his head. The second it was gone, he did the same to her, but he didn’t stop there. He reached behind her and unclipped her bra. It fell to the floor with a soft thud, then he was cupping her, an entire breast held in the palm of his big hand.
She groaned, pushing against him.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said quietly before his lips left hers and his mouth found her nipple.
She cried out and grabbed his shoulders, trying to hang on to something, anything, as he flicked her hard peak with his tongue.
Her head flew back, her lower belly throbbing with desire. It was torture and bliss rolled into one. It was a thousand sensations, all of which she had no idea what to do with.
He continued to hold and massage her other breast, his thumb finding her nipple, rolling it.
“Bedroom,” Elle gasped. “Now!”
The word had barely left her lips when he lifted her like she weighed nothing, his mouth rising to hers, nipping her lips as he crossed her small apartment to her bedroom.
Gently, he laid her on the bed, propping himself above her as he undid the button of her pants before dealing with the zipper. He moved down the mattress, dragging her pants with him. Instead of returning to her when he was done, he kissed her ankle, then her calf.
Slowly, he made his way up her bare legs, every swipe of his lips, every touch, making her core throb.
His hot breath brushed over her flesh as he whispered, “I’ve dreamed about these sweet thighs.”
Her heart thumped. She’d always thought her thighs were too big. Too jiggly. But when he kissed them reverently, they suddenly felt like the most beautiful part of her.
When he reached her panties, she couldn’t breathe. It was like the air physically couldn’t make it into her lungs.
He slipped them down her thighs until she was completely bare beneath him. A part of her, the self-conscious part, wanted to cover up. Shield herself from him. But before she could move a muscle, he was between her legs and running his tongue over her clit.
She cried out, her back arching as a fire built deep inside her. He did it again and again, and she fisted the sheets beside her. She screamed his name as he sucked her clit; as his fingers moved to her entrance. When he pushed inside, her entire bodytried to lift off the bed, but he held her in place easily with a single arm.
“Jace!” This time his name was somewhere between a moan and a desperate plea. “Please, I need you.”
Finally, his mouth lifted, and he kissed up to her hip bone and across her stomach. He sucked her nipple as he passed. And the entire time, his fingers remained inside her, moving in and out in a rhythmic motion.
She was panting and on fire and throbbing all at once.
She grabbed at his head and dragged his mouth to hers before whispering, “Now.”
That one wordhit him like a grenade.
Fuck, she gutted him. He continued to pump his fingers inside her, wanting her right on the edge, just like him.
Her nails raked down his chest, only stopping when she reached the waistband of his jeans. She popped the button, then undid the zipper. It wasn’t until she’d slipped her hand inside his briefs that he froze. His entire fucking world stilled. Her fingers grasped his cock, and he couldn’t move. She kissed and nipped at his lips, but all he could do was breathe. Close his eyes and tell himself,pleadwith himself, to hold it together for her.
“Mm, I like touching you,” she whispered, her breath brushing his lips with her quiet words as she began to pump him, moving her hand from base to tip and back again.
He was fucking sweating, his muscles so tight they might snap.
Her soft kisses moved over his cheek before she nipped the lobe of his ear.
He growled and grabbed her wrist. “I need you to stop, Tink.”
She pouted, and it was so fucking cute he almost let her go. “You got to touchme,” she complained.
He gently rolled her nipple with his thumb. “Because I can’t seem to stop myself.” He lowered his head, sucking on one perfect breast, loving her cry, before he rose and pushed down his jeans and briefs. He lifted his jeans back up to find the condom in his wallet.
She gasped quietly, and his gaze shot back to her to see her staring at his hip bone.
“What’s that?” she whispered.
