Chapter 12 Willow
Willow
“Idon’t want to wait anymore, Jace. I never did.” I swing my leg over his torso, dragging my drenched core along his lower abdomen. Jace lets out a low hiss, hands going straight to my hips, gripping me tightly, and I swear to god, if he tries to play martyr, I’m going to scream.
“You take my cock inside your body, peaches, I want to watch.” He props his knees up behind me, pressing my chest back and holding me there for a moment.
“Like this?” I ask, arching my back and lifting my hips, holding myself steady when his cock slips inside me.
“Fuck yeah, peaches. Wish you could see you from the view I have. It’s so goddamn sexy. Next time we do this, it’ll be in front of a mirror so you can watch how you take my cock.” His hands on my hips slowly pull me onto his length.
“So good,” I mutter when I take more of him.
I thought I was in control. Turns out Jace is doing all the work, and he seems to like it that way.
He holds me steady, only allowing me a few inches of his hard length.
His hold on my hips tightens with a force that I’m sure will likely leave marks. He doesn’t care, and neither do I.
“Like this, peaches. I like it a whole lot.” One of his big masculine hands leaves my hip, and travels down my abdomen until his thumb sweeps across my clit.
“Don’t tease me. It’s not nice,” I whimper when he continues to hold me steady from sinking down further.
“Not playing. Enjoying, Willow. Let me, peaches. Been dreaming of this for weeks.” When he puts it like that, it’s hard to not give in.
“Tell me what you see, because from up here, I see nothing but beauty. Your gaze at the place where we’re joined, your muscles flexing, the light sheen of sweat coating your body, your jaw clenched, and the way your work-roughened tanned hands look completely different than my milky skin.
” Jace pulls me down a bit further. My eyes close, and a rush of air leaves me.
“Christ, where do I even begin? You’re so damn gorgeous.
Your eyes are luring me in, making me relent on taking my time.
Your breasts that are more than a handful look damn good while you’re bouncing up and down while you take my cock.
These curves… Goddamn, peaches, they undo me.
Then there’s your cunt damn near strangling my cock with the clutch you have on it.
All this wetness gliding my path, and the way you flush.
Fuck, gonna have to move this along before I get there before you.
” With that, he takes me all the way, in one hard guided descent.
My muscles stretch to accommodate his thick and long cock, much like I have to when I take him in my mouth.
Jace must be losing control and can’t wait any longer. He starts thrusting in and out of me. Each time he pushes all the way inside me, a shiver skates through my body, holding me in a way that makes the heat build even deeper.
“Jace,” I let out a low, broken cry, and he curls upward to swallow it with a kiss.
“Peaches, you’re so damn tight.” His eyes close, nostrils flaring, sweat coating his temples and his hair. He shakes the fallen locks off his forehead. I slide up, pulling my knees in before sinking down, and this time, he lets me.
“Feels so good. You feel so good,” I groan with excitement.
“Look at me,” he commands, opening his eyes as I do the same thing. I bite my bottom lip, fully aware of what it does to the man beneath me. “You feel that, peaches? You feel how perfectly you fit me?”
I can’t answer. All I can do is nod frantically as he starts to move again.
This time together, it’s nearly clumsy, both of us fueled by pure desperation.
Until Jace takes over, his hips snapping up to meet my downward thrusts.
The sounds of our bodies colliding, each meeting of flesh on flesh fills my head and drowns everything out and only makes the need go that much deeper.
Jace is a man possessed. Every time I slide down his length, my muscles clamp down around him, milking him, and with any luck pulling not only him but me ready to fall off that cliff together.
“Stay with me, peaches,” he growls, hands digging deeper as he picks up the pace. “Don’t close your eyes.”
He shifts my weight, sitting me up more so he can work my clit, flicking it with each thrust, timed perfectly in sync. My back arches, my hands go to the back of his thighs, my nails dig into his skin, and he groans with what can only be described as complete and utter rapture.
“Close, Jace. God, I’m so close.” The white-hot pressure coils tighter and tighter, and my body starts to tremble when the first ripple of my climax begins to vibrate through my core.
“That’s it, peaches.” The delicious rasp of his voice vibrates around me. “Take it all and give it to me.” His own breathing turns uneven.
“Jace!” I shatter. There’s nothing quiet about this.
My body buckles, my muscles clench on down on his shaft, and he keeps fucking me through it all.
I’m still tumbling over the edge when Jace’s climax is ripped from his body.
His punishing thrusts, the raw sound I don’t recognize coming from him and I watch as his body turns to granite.
He pours everything into me, and on one last deep drive of hips, he lets go.
Jace McKay comes deep inside of me, and each time I feel his come jet inside me causes me to quiver.
He falls back, and I slump onto his sweat-soaked skin, staying like this for a long time after, tangled together.
The only sounds are the thud of our hearts and our rushed breathing.
Jace’s arms band around my waist, and I settle my head into the crook of his neck, his scent soothing me yet turning me on all over again.
“You okay?” he whispers, his voice sounding as wrecked as I feel.
“Couldn’t be better.” My voice is small and shaky. I’m flat on my back in one fluid movement. Jace is still buried inside me, and he slowly drags his hips back and forth.
“Not gonna stop. Ready to take you again, Willow.” He pulls back enough to see me. I’m sure my face is flushed and my hair is a wild mess against the pillows, yet he’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing in the world.
“I don’t want you to stop. Not ever.” I bite my lower lip, and instead of tugging on it with his thumb, he dips his head and takes me in a hot and heavy kiss.
“I haven’t even begun yet.” He gives me a small and knowing smile, and I know we’re only getting started.