59. Rory
RORY
When we lock ourselves in the bathroom, I expect Jace to ravish me. Instead, he kisses me slow and sweet while he undresses me. He cranks up the hot water, and once he’s undressed, he washes me carefully.
Closing my eyes, I tilt my head back as Jace washes my hair. “That feels good.”
He kisses my temple. “How’s your bruise?”
“Better.”
Once I’m clean, I wash him, his giant erection bobbing eagerly between us the whole time. I save that for last because I have a feeling his willpower is hanging by a thread. Mine is. He did such a nice job washing me, I want to return the favor.
Reaching up, I wash his hair and then soap up his beautiful body. I’m in love with the way water drips across his muscular shoulders and down his slender back.
“Enjoying the view?” he teases as he shakes his ass at me.
Laughing, I smack it. “You know it.”
He turns and leans an arm against the wall, blocking me in. “Missed my little spoon last night.”
“Missed you too.” As I kiss him, I drag my hand down his chest. Down his ripped stomach. Down to that eager part of him that jerks in my hand. “It’s been a while.”
“Too long.”
“Speaking of long,” I joke as I stroke his hard dick.
He chuckles. “I’ve been doing lots of push-ups.”
“I can tell.” I look up at him through the water droplets in my lashes. “Let’s get out of here before we use all the water and your new manager yells at us.”
Jace kisses my nose. “Yes, ma’am.” He shuts off the water and grabs a towel. “Hands up.”
I do as he asks, giggling when he runs the towel down my arms, moaning when he cups my breasts and kneads them, laughing when he leans over to bite my bare ass cheek.
After he dries me off, he wraps me in the towel and sets me on the counter. Standing there, smoldering at me, he takes his time drying himself off. “I like when you watch me,” he says, his voice gruff.
“I’m enjoying your private show.” Someone pinch me, because I can’t believe this is my life. My face heats as I let my eyes wander over his damp body. And when he grips his cock, I squeeze my legs together.
“Are you wet, baby?”
Yes. And throbbing. But telling him that is too easy. “Maybe you should check for yourself.” With a flirty smile, I open the door and run for the bed, but he’s hot on my heels and scoops me off the ground.
He growls in my ear, “I wanna toss you on the bed, but I need to be careful with you after last weekend.”
I run my palm over his face. “Give me another week. Then you can toss me all you want.”
“Deal.”
With a shiver, I slide down his naked body and then he tugs off my towel, which made a valiant effort to stay on. He gently pushes me back until I’m sitting on the bed. “Lie back. Spread your legs. Let me see your pretty pussy.”
God, this man and his mouth. I start to scoot back, but he shakes his head. “Stay on the edge.”
I do as he asks, lifting my hair off my back and propping my feet on the very edge near my butt. “Like this?”
He just stands there, watching, studying my body. “Perfect.” Crossing his arms, he tilts his head. “I can’t decide if I wanna come on you or in you.”
“You mean you want to mark me like an animal?”
“Basically, yeah. So the whole fucking world knows you’re mine.”
Feeling brave, I reach between my legs to relieve the pressure. “I’m game either way.”
“Hold on. I need a condom.”
“Jace.” He pauses, and I blurt out the words before I second-guess myself. “I’m on the pill. I started it a while back, so we should be good to go if you want to.” All of a sudden, I feel shy. “I mean, we could totally use a condom if you don’t think…”
Resting a knee on the bed, he comes up over me, his eyes shifting between mine. “I’ve never gone without one.”
I rake my fingers through his damp hair. “I haven’t either.” Why is this conversation making me nervous? “I’m fine either way. You might not trust that—”
He rests a finger over my lips. “I trust you. With my life. Fuck, yeah, let’s do it.”
“But the pill’s not foolproof.” I know because I read the instructions from one end to the other. “There’s always a chance of pregnancy.”
His green eyes go soft, and he smiles. “We’re already married, Aurora. And I’m game for more kids down the road if you are.” He cups my face. “Actually, I’d love to make babies with you when you’re ready.”
My heart explodes with happiness. “I’d love that too. Maybe once we’re more settled.”
“Whatever you want, I’m down.” His eyes go mischievous.
“Speaking of going down…” He kisses me, but all too quickly, he’s gone.
He sucks my neck and nipples. Grips my hips and thighs.
Nibbles his way down to the part of my body that’s been throbbing for him since we stripped off our clothes so we could shower.
Moaning his name, I arch back, loving how he knows me so well. He plays me like the strings on his guitar. He starts soft, barely grazing my clit. Until my breath catches and I need him so badly I clutch his hair.
“Mm,” he growls against me. “You taste so good, Aurora. And fuck, you’re so wet.” Pushing into me with one finger, then two, he pumps me with his hand, working that magical spot until my breath catches.
And then he stops.
“Where’d you go?” I lift my head. “I was almost there.”
He looks up at me from where he’s kneeling on the floor. “Want you to come on my cock. Want us to come together.”
Oh. “I love that idea.” I scoot up the bed and open my arms, and he settles over me. His weight feels so good, I moan and wiggle beneath him.
The look in his eyes makes my entire body tighten with want. I expect him to pound me into the mattress. Instead, he rubs his nose against mine. “Love you, baby. And I’m so glad we worked out all our shit and that you’re here with me tonight. I never wanna go through anything like that again.”
“I love you too, Jace.” I cup the back of his neck. “I’m sorry for not trusting you with… her.” I don’t want to say Marlowe’s name when Jace and I are in bed together.
His brows furrow. “I’m gonna be better at communicating. Always want you to know where my heart is. That it’s with you.”
My eyes sting, but I nod. “Thank you.”
“We’re a team now, you and me. And I promise I won’t make big decisions without talking to you about them first.” He kisses me. “I swear I’ll always do right by you and our family.”
“Our family.” I smile at my beautiful husband. “I love the sound of that.”
Leaning down, he kisses me slow, stroking my tongue with his, taking his time. Until I’m squirming again. “Jace. I need you.”
“I got you.” His hips start to move, his cock shuttling between my thighs.
He feels so good, but it’s not enough, so I drop my legs open wider.
He kneels between them, taking a minute to watch me and stroke himself.
Seeing him like this is such a turn-on that I dip my hand down to rub my clit, and he groans.
That seems to snap his restraint, and he lines himself up with me.
“Open your pussy for me. It’s gonna be tight again since we haven’t done it in a while. ”
I part myself with my fingers, and he works himself in. He grunts with each thrust, and I squirm and moan, but then he sinks deeper, and my toes curl. “God.” There’s nothing that compares to skin on skin. Not having a barrier is amazing. He’s huge, just shy of painful, but I love the stretch.
Poised above me, his whole body goes taut, like a strung bow, ready to be released. Groaning, he shakes his head. “You feel too good.”
I rake my fingers through his hair and pull him down to kiss him. “We can do this again. If you need to come now, I don’t have to—”
“I’m not gonna leave you hanging. We’re doing this together.” He hangs his head. “Just need a second.”
Satisfaction washes over me. I love that he’s so on edge for me but doesn’t want to rush things. Except I want him desperate for me. “I really need you to fuck me now.”
His eyes go positively feral. “Aurora.” The way he says my name is a warning.
I reach between us, down to where we meet, and rub my swollen clit. “My pussy’s throbbing.”
That snaps something in him. His hips pull back, and next thing I know, he’s fucking me into the mattress.
With the way his cock fills me and the friction of his body above me, I don’t have to touch myself anymore.
I just hang on because he’s doing all the work. “Need you to come, baby,” he grits out.
I lift my legs, and he somehow sinks deeper. I shudder beneath him. “So close. Don’t stop.”
Going up on his knees, he lifts my ass in his hands as he keeps pumping into me. “Look at how good you take me, baby.”
I glance between us where he’s plunging in and out of my body.
He looks massive. His cock is swollen and thick as it works me over.
And then his hips shift, and he bumps up against something inside of me that has me seeing stars.
“Yes! There!” Arching, I lift my hands over my head and brace myself against the headboard because he’s really fucking me now, and as my orgasm hits, I scream.
“That’s it, baby. Oh, fuck. I can feel your pussy. It’s squeezing me so good.” He grips my hips as he swells inside me. Neck straining, he tilts his head back and grunts when he comes.
When he collapses on top of me, I wrap my arms and legs around him and sigh happily. “That might have been the best orgasm of my life.”
“Your pussy is getting its own song,” he mumbles against my neck.
I laugh, and he groans. “Stop. I can feel that on my cock.” Of course, that makes me laugh harder.
“We’re gonna make a mess.” He slowly pulls out of me, making me shiver, and his eyes heat as he looks between my legs where he drags a finger through his cum. “I did this.”
I chuckle. “You’re so proud of yourself.”
Grinning, he tilts his head. “Can we do it again?”