Then he pulls off and moves lower.
"Lift your hips," he commands.
I obey. He shoves a pillow under me, angling my body so I'm completely exposed. His hands spread my cheeks, and for a moment he just looks.
"Jace—"
"Beautiful," he says. "Still open from before. Still wet."
His tongue finds my entrance. Still slick and loose from earlier, still sensitive from being stretched and filled. He licks over the pucker, and my body jolts like I've been electrified.
"Oh god. Oh fuck, Jace—"
He eats me out with the same focused intensity he brings to everything. Tongue pushing inside, licking at my inner walls, tasting his own release mixed with my body. He fucks me with his tongue, in and out, while his thumb rubs circles around my rim.
It's filthy and intimate and so good I can barely breathe.
"Touch yourself," he says against my hole, the vibration making me whimper. "Stroke your cock while I eat this perfect ass."
My hand flies to my cock, wrapping around the shaft, jerking myself in time with the thrusts of his tongue. The dual sensation is overwhelming. Heat builds in my spine, coils tight in my belly.
"I'm close," I warn him. "Jace, I'm going to—"
He doubles down, tongue pushing deeper, one finger sliding in alongside to press against my prostate.
I come with a shout, spilling across my own stomach while his tongue works me through it. The orgasm seems to last forever, pulsing and cresting in waves, leaving me shattered and shaking on the bed.
When he finally rises over me, his chin is wet and his eyes are wild.
"I need to be inside you," he says. "Now."
"Yes. God, yes. Fuck me. Please."
He slides in easily this time, my body welcoming him like coming home. The angle is different from before, deeper, more intense, hitting places inside me that make me see white.
He braces himself on his forearms, caging me with his body, and sets a slow, grinding rhythm that has me falling apart all over again.
"You're everything," he says into my ear. "Everything I didn't know I needed. Everything I never thought I could have."
I wrap my legs around his waist, pull him deeper. Dig my heels into his ass, urging him to go harder, faster.
"Then take it. Take everything. It's yours."
The rhythm builds. Slow gives way to fast, gentle to urgent. He drives into me with increasing force, each thrust punching a sound from my throat. The headboard slams against the wall. The bed frame creaks in protest.
I'm already hard again, impossibly, trapped between our bodies, the friction pushing me toward another edge.
"Such a good boy for me," he says. "Come with me."
He angles his hips and hits that spot inside me dead-on. Once, twice, three times. On the fourth, I break, clenching around him as the orgasm rips through me.
He follows seconds later, burying himself deep and pulsing hot inside me.
We hold each other through the aftershocks. Breathing hard. Hearts pounding in sync. Bodies slick with sweat and release.
"I love you," I say.
The words slip out before I can stop them. Before I can second-guess or take them back.
