25. Jace
Jace
With trembling arms, I hold myself up so as not to crush her as I pant, trying to catch my breath.
“Never, it has never been like that, babe. What you do to me? God, Harper.” Unwilling to come out of her just yet, I shift.
The movement brushes my pelvis over her clit, and she clenches and moans.
She’s going to be the death of me, but what a way to go.
Her mouth finds mine, and we kiss, slow, deep, exploring.
When I finally pull out of her, we both groan then laugh.
“Food, maybe a movie, then another round, or four,” I say, kissing along the curve of her neck.
“Mmmmm, that sounds good. But I might suggest changing the order.”
“Your wish is my command.” I look down and see some of my cum leaking from her pussy, and it does something to me.
Without conscious thought, I reach down and collect it on my fingers before pushing it back inside of her.
“I want all of this to stay inside of you, Harper. I want to taste our combined releases when I devour that pussy.”
She moans, arching into my touch, my cock already perking back up.
“You did say you wanted to eat, didn’t you?
” Her eyes burn into me and there is no maybe about it.
I’m ready to have her again. If my girl wants to give me a taste, I sure as hell am not one to pass up a meal.
Inching down her body, I kiss my way over the soft swells of her until I’m nestled between her thighs.
With slow, savoring licks, I run my tongue along her seam, swirling it around her opening.
When she lifts her hips, bringing her body to my face like an offering, I see stars.
My mouth is on her, my tongue probing into her pussy, lapping at our combined releases.
Even as I taste her, I’m thinking of when I can fill her again.
Something about knowing she’s filled with my cum has me horny as fuck.
I plan to fill her every chance I get, and someday, I will watch her body grow and change, swelling with our child.
That image takes me off guard. Do I have some kind of breeding kink or something?
Tucking that thought away for another time, I enjoy the feast in front of me.
Her hands grip my hair as she rides my face, but I want more. I roll us, pulling her on top of me.
“Sit on my face,” I growl.
“I can’t!” She squeaks as I manhandle her body, positioning myself under her.
“Yes, you can.”
“Jace,” she moans as I bury my face into her pussy.
I can feel her thighs quivering as she tries desperately to hold herself up.
Before I can think better of it, I spank her ass, my hand stinging from the impact.
She cries out, fluid coating my tongue, further evidence that my girl likes it a little rough.
“I swear, Harper, if you don’t stop hovering and sit on my face like a good girl, I will spank your ass raw!
” I’m rewarded with another mouthful and her weight settling on me fully, and it’s fucking heaven.
When I press my tongue more into her, I can feel her walls pulsing already, no time to savor her.
I want to hear her screams echoing through the clearing.
With one last lick, I shift and bite on her clit.
Her back arches and I have to grip her hips with all my strength to keep her seated as she comes apart, with my name on her lips.
Licking her through the aftershocks, I can’t stop the smug smile that spreads across my face.
I love the way her body responds to me. She rolls off me, falling to her back, beautifully wrecked.
Nothing can compare to that sight. Unwilling to let her get fully dressed, I hand her my button up and just wear my tee and boxers as we tuck into dinner.
“Want to watch the movie?” I ask, part of me wanting to do the full date planned, part of me also just wanting to go another round. Suddenly, I realize we didn’t set a time to be back, checking my watch to calculate what all I had planned. “What time do you need to be home, babe?”
She looks to the tent opening thoughtfully, then at her watch.
“Well, as it turns out, I don’t have a curfew, and my very considerate friends even came with overnight bags.
” I hold my breath, not wanting to believe that I could get this lucky, to get to keep her all night?
Never in my wildest dreams, but it has been a hard week for her, and I don’t want her to be worried.
“Are you sure? I understand if you want to be home.” Her eyes fill with tears, and I pull her to me, kissing her hair. “Babe, there is no pressure, like I said, I’m not going anywhere. I’m here.” We settle into the blankets, and I press her back to my chest, wrapping myself around her.
“I know,” she says so quietly I’m not sure if I’m hearing things.
“I’ll admit, it’s scary to be away from her.
But I refuse to let what happened…” The crack in her voice guts me, and I tighten my hold on her, wishing I could take every ounce of pain from her.
Clearing her throat, she shifts in my hold, turning slightly so she’s looking at me.
“I won’t let it stop us from living, and I want this night with you, Jace.
” My heart could burst, the weight of what she’s offering settling over me.
“If you change your mind, say the word.”
She nods and nudges me with her shoulder. “What movie did you pick?”
“A real classic.” Smiling, I fiddle with the remote, watching her face as the first strains of “Every You Every Me” rings through the tent, followed by her gasp.
“Cruel Intentions?” she cries, turning to me fully.
“A little birdie may have mentioned you liked it.”
We watch the movie, tangled up in each other, with our hands intertwined. Absently, I play with her fingers, so many thoughts roiling in my head. About halfway through the movie, she shifts, looking at me.
“What are you thinking about?” She releases one of my hands to run her fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp.
I kiss the fingers that are still intertwined with mine. “Can I ask a personal question?”
“Of course.”
“Lizzie’s dad. What’s the story with him? Is he in the picture at all? I know it’s a really personal question, and of course, you don’t have to tell me if you aren’t ready. It's just that I meant what I said before, I’m all in. So, if he’s still in the picture, it would be nice to know.”
Her eyes ping between mine, and I try to show her with my eyes that she can trust me with this piece of her story.
“Not much to say about him. He used me, refused to use protection, and when he found out I was pregnant, he told me he wanted nothing to do with me or whatever offspring I birthed. His words, not mine. Then his mom handed me paperwork signing over all legal rights to our child, and a check for me to leave town, so I didn’t embarrass them. ”
The air freezes in my lungs and I have to work to keep my grip on her hand soft.
My blood boils and rage surges through me.
Her hand leaves mine, and the absence makes me feel like a kite that’s string broke.
Drifting in a sea of rage. I knew she had been hurt, and I was pretty sure he wasn’t in the picture, but hearing it from her mouth sends me into a tailspin.
Her hands come to my face, moving me to look at her.
I resist at first, too consumed in my thoughts, but she pulls harder, and I give in.
“Jace, look at me. It all worked out. I was drowning in Maine. The pressure to keep up the carefully curated image my mom demanded was sucking the life out of me. Nothing I did was good enough. I couldn’t be who I wanted, live how I wanted.
Hell, I couldn’t even pursue the degree I wanted.
Getting pregnant and being forced to leave was the best thing that could have happened to me.
You know she has never met her granddaughter?
My dad didn’t even talk to me about it. Hell, I took a cab to the airport! ”
“How?” I’m embarrassed at the tears in my voice.
I shake my head and get control of my emotions.
“She is missing out on knowing such an amazing kid. I can’t wrap my head around it.
I hate that you’ve been hurt, but I’m grateful it led me to you.
I can see the doubt flit through your eyes sometimes, the fear, but I will keep saying it every day if I need to, Harper.
I’m here, I’m not going anywhere, you are it for me.
And Lizzie, I don’t think it’s any secret that she has me wrapped around her little finger. I’d do anything for you two.”
The first bars of “Bitter Sweet Symphony” play as Harper turns in my arms, wrapping herself around me, and rolling me onto my back, straddling my body.
Her eyes are on fire, glassy from our conversation, but so clear, so vibrant, so sure.
She removes my tee then slowly unbuttons the shirt she’s wearing, baring her beautiful body to me.
Resting my hands behind my head and smiling up at her, I hand her the reins, letting her know she has full control.
Never breaking eye contact, she slides my boxers down and reaches between us, positioning me at her entrance before sinking down, taking me completely.
The shudders running through me have nothing to do with the fall wind hitting the tent, and everything to do with the way this woman has me in a chokehold.
Her hair cascades over her shoulders, just skimming the tops of her breasts.
I’m incredibly happy that it isn’t long enough to cover them, because my girl has tits that belong on display like this.
Watching her ride me, taking what she wants, and falling apart above me is now imprinted on my brain, and nothing will ever eclipse it.
As we fall asleep, she’s tracing the lines of my tattoos with her fingers, idly, like she can't stop herself.
And I have never felt so fucking content.