10 Date Night #3
I moan his name as he pushes two fingers inside me. My hips roll against his hand. He pumps in and out of my body with a steady rhythm. Before long, I’m toppling over the edge. Crying out into his mouth as he continues to give me pleasure.
“I love watching you come for me.” He smirks.
He kneels back, and I follow. I reach for his pants, seeing the strain of his cock behind them. He stops my hand before I can touch him.
“Are you sure?” Jace’s voice is low and rough, filled with restraint.
“Yes,” I breathe, looking up at him.
His eyes search mine, then he lets my hand go. My hands scramble to undo his pants and he pushes them off, hastily throwing them to the floor. He lays back on the bed, propped up on his elbows, and I let my eyes run over his body.
Every muscle cut to perfection, his hand wrapped around his cock, hard and waiting. I lean over, tracing his abs with my tongue. Fisting him in my hand. Jace inhales sharply as I start to move my hand up and down. Then I lower myself, running my tongue over the smooth head.
His head drops back, a raw groan ripping from his throat as my mouth wraps around him—tantalizingly slow, I take my time, dragging my tongue along the underside, teasing the tip, learning the sounds he makes when I suck a little harder, go a little deeper. One hand cradles my head.
“Shit, Iz,” he gasps, hand clasping the bedsheets beside him as I work him with my mouth, my hand, my everything.
I don’t stop until he’s shaking.
Until he pulls me up, breathless and wrecked and wild.
His mouth crashes into mine again, tasting himself on my lips, and he moans into the kiss.
His lips trace down the side of my neck, each brush of his mouth making it harder to think.
My fingers curl in his hair. The head of his dick rubs against my throbbing clit, and the pressure is perfect.
I moan. I start to move against him, coating him in my arousal.
So close, but never entering. It feels too good.
“Isobel.” He grunts, his restraint is fraying at the edges.
I continue moving along his length, teasing us both. I’m panting, my pussy clenches, wanting to feel him inside me.
Jace growls, flipping us over, his hands pinning my wrists to the bed.
“You’re trying to kill me.” His voice is low and dangerous.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? Me? Like this?” I wrap my legs around his waist.
He closes his eyes, shaking his head just a fraction.
“I don’t want you to regret it.” He sits back, his head hanging.
I sit up, feeling too exposed as the lust recedes. The rejection stings. “Do you not…want me?”
He snaps his head up so fast, “I want you, Isobel, almost too much. Painfully so.” His hand grips his dick.
“I just don’t want to push you if you’re not ready.
And I don’t think you're thinking clearly right now. Neither am I. How can I when you’re soaking wet for me?
” He licks his lips. “But I’m trying to do this right. ”
I sit with his words, trying to push aside the ugly thoughts. I know he’s right. But he’s Jace. Of course, he always knows.
When I look up to meet his eyes, he moves closer, cupping my jaw with his hand.
“Lay back and stop looking at me like that. Don’t worry, I’ll still make you feel something.” His voice is husky.
When he kisses me again, it’s sweeter. I can feel all the things he doesn’t say. His tongue brushes mine, making a noise deep in his throat that has me fluttering again.
I push him back. “No, you lie down, there’s something I want to try.”
He arches an eyebrow but does what I say. I swing a leg over, hovering over his face.
“Yes.” He growls as he runs a finger against my pussy, circling my clit. “Ride my face and come on my tongue.”
He wraps his hands around my hips, pulling me to him. I gasp as his tongue presses against me. My hips roll against him as his tongue works, the pressure and anticipation building. Everything in my body tightens.
“Jace, please.” I moan.
His fingers tighten on my thighs as I unravel on top of him. My hips move against him, chasing the high. I place my hands on his abs to move off but he grips me harder.
“I’m not done.” He yanks me back into place, a small squeal escaping me. “I love how you taste.” He says before he starts again.
I moan and stare down his sculpted body and lean forward, sucking him into my mouth.
He moans against me, the vibration moving through my body. I shiver. I work him in and out, moaning around him.
He grips my ass and the pressure is perfect.
“Isobel.” He groans and his hips thrust into my mouth.
Spurred on by his moans, I push him to the back of my throat. He pulses and I know he’s close. I bob my head faster, twisting my hand around the base of his dick while hollowing out my cheeks.
He lets out a loud groan as he grips my ass hard and he comes, the sound and pain has heat surging through me as I come with him. I pull back and fall onto the bed beside him. His hand still wrapped around my thigh.
My ears are ringing, my muscles are loose, every limb feels heavy. The only thing I can hear is our breaths as we pant. My heart is still racing. I’m overwhelmed by how quiet everything feels inside me now. I just want to stay right here, in this moment, sweaty and spent with him.
Something I never thought I’d want.