Chapter 18 Sabine #2
He leans in and kisses the hollow of my throat, slow and open-mouthed, then drags his lips down to the swell of my breast. His hands move to my back, unhooking my bra with one hand while the other grips my ass and pulls me harder against his body.
The straps slide down my arms and he pulls it away, tossing it aside.
“Look at these,” he murmurs, cupping both breasts in his large hands, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they harden. “So fucking perfect.”
I arch into his touch without thinking and a soft sound escapes my throat. He smiles against my skin, then lowers his mouth to one nipple, sucking gently before flicking his tongue over it. My fingers dig into his shoulders.
“That’s it,” he mumbles against my skin, “let me hear you.”
He moves to the other breast, giving it the same slow, worshipful attention while his hands slide down to the waist band of my shorts, pushing it down. I lift up slightly so he can pull them off along with my underwear, leaving me completely bare on his lap.
He leans back to look at me, eyes raking over every curve, every inch. His hands follow, stroking up my thighs, over my hips, across my stomach.
“You’re unreal,” he says quietly. “Every part of you. I could look at you like this forever.”
I reach for his shirt, tugging at the buttons. “Can I see you too?"
He helps me, shrugging out of his jacket first, then unbuttoning his shirt quickly. I push it off his shoulders, running my hands over the hard planes of his chest, the ridges of his abs. There’s a scar just under his ribs. I trace it with my fingertips.
He watches me, letting me explore, then catches my wrists and brings my hands to his belt.
“Undo it,” he says. “I want your hands on me.”
I fumble with the buckle, then the button and zipper beneath.
He lifts his hips so I can push his pants and boxer briefs down between the tangle of our legs, and his cock springs free.
I wrap my hand around him instinctively, stroking as he wriggles out of his pants the rest of the way, and I hear his boots thud on the floor.
He groans, head falling back for a second before he looks at me again. “Slow, baby. I want to enjoy every second of this.”
I stroke him slower then, watching his face, the way his jaw tightens, the way his breath catches.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Just like that.”
He pulls me into a deep kiss, tongue sliding against mine as his hands grip my ass, pulling me tighter against him so I can feel how hard he is between us. I rock against him without meaning to, and he breaks the kiss to curse under his breath.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he mutters. “Come here.”
He shifts us on the bed, lying back and pulling me up his body until I’m straddling his chest.
“I want your mouth on me,” he says, voice rough. “And I want mine on you. Turn around.”
I hesitate for only a second before turning, moving so I’m facing his dick and my knees are on either side of his head. He grips my hips and pulls me down until I’m hovering just above his mouth.
“Don’t be shy,” he says. “Sit on my face, Sabine. I want to taste you.”
I lower myself slowly and the first swipe of his tongue makes me gasp.
He groans against me, hands tightening on my thighs as I shudder and almost collapse over him.
It's almost embarrassing the filthy sounds he makes as he spreads me and devours the moisture my body is making for him, but it feels incredible.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he says, voice muffled. “I've been thinking about this for days.”
He licks me again, then circles my clit with the tip of his tongue. I moan, leaning forward to take him into my mouth. He’s thick, hot, and I swirl my tongue around his head before sliding down as far as I can.
He thrusts up slightly, a low sound rumbling in his chest as he triggers my gag reflex and my throat constricts around him. It's shocking and my eyes start watering, but I don’t pull back. I let him fuck my throat as he sucks and laps at my folds.
“That’s it,” he says. “Take me deeper, just like that.”
I do, hollowing my cheeks, moving up and down while he devours me from below. His tongue pushes inside me, then back to my clit, sucking gently. My hips rock against his face without permission.
"God, you want to come on my face?" he breathes against my core, making my body clench around nothing.
I moan around him in answer, and he growls, pulling me down harder against his mouth. We find a rhythm—he thrusts into my mouth as I grind against his tongue, both of us chasing the same thing.
His hands spread me open wider, fingers digging into my ass as he licks and sucks as if he were starving. I take him deeper, letting him hit the back of my throat, tears pricking my eyes from the stretch but not caring.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “Your mouth is perfect. Don’t stop.”
I whimper around his girth, trying to keep sucking him, but my focus is splintering. He sucks my clit into his mouth and flutters his tongue at the same time, and my back bows.
“That’s it,” he praises, voice thick. “Let me feel you fall apart. I’ve got you.”
He slides two fingers inside me without warning, curling them up, stroking that spot that makes my vision blur. My moan is muffled by his dick, but he hears it anyway.
“Fuck yes, moan for me. You’re so tight around my fingers. You love this, don’t you? Love riding my mouth while you choke on my dick.”
I can only nod frantically, hips grinding down harder. He adds a third finger, stretching me, pumping slowly while his tongue keeps working my clit in tight circles.
“Look at you,” he rasps. “Taking everything I give you like such a good girl."
The words push me higher. My thighs start trembling uncontrollably. He feels the change and doubles down, sucking harder, fingers fucking me faster.
“Come on, baby. Give it to me. I want to taste it when you come. I want to feel you squeeze my fingers and flood my mouth.”
I shatter. The orgasm slams through me so hard my whole body locks up.
I grunt, hips jerking helplessly as wave after wave crashes over me.
He doesn’t stop. He keeps licking and stroking, drawing it out until I’m shaking and gasping.
Only when I sag forward, spent and boneless, does he ease his fingers out and give my clit one last gentle kiss.
“Beautiful,” he growls. “Fucking perfect." And he's already moving me.
He lifts me off himself carefully, turning me so I’m on my stomach across the mattress. My legs are jelly. I can barely hold myself up on my elbows. But he stands behind me at the foot of the bed, running his hands over my ass, spreading me open so cool air hits my soaked pussy.
“Look at this pretty pussy,” he says reverently. “All swollen and dripping for me. You came so hard."
I whimper into the comforter as he leans over me, chest to my back, cock sliding through my folds, coating himself in my wetness. “You want this dick now?” he whispers against my ear. “Want me to fill you up?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please, Jace.”
He straightens, lines himself up, and pushes in with one slow, steady thrust until he’s buried to the hilt and we both groan.
“Jesus fuck,” he hisses. “You’re still fluttering around me. Feel that? Your pussy’s still coming.”
He pulls out almost all the way, then slams back in, and my fingers scrabble at the sheets.
“That’s it,” he grunts. “Take every inch."
His hips start pumping, dick sliding through my moisture so smoothly I never want him to stop. and then he thrusts harder. “Gonna fuck you so good you’ll forget every bad thing that’s ever happened to you. All you’re gonna feel is me.”
His other hand slides under me, fingers finding my clit again. I jolt at the oversensitivity, but he doesn’t let up—he rubs slow, firm circles while he pounds into me from behind.
“You’re gonna come again,” he promises.
And I know I am. I’m already climbing again, embarrassingly fast. He feels it—my walls starting to tighten—and laughs darkly.
“That’s my girl. So greedy. You want another one already?”
“Yes—God, yes.”
He slams in particularly hard and holds there, grinding against my ass, fingers working my clit mercilessly.
“Then come,” he orders. “Come right fucking now, Sabine.”
The second orgasm rips through me even stronger than the first. I scream into the mattress, whole body seizing as pleasure whites out everything else.
Tiny pulses of pleasure shoot outward from my core in rippling waves and all I can do is hang on for the ride.
Jace curses, hips stuttering as my pussy milks him.
“Fuck—fuck—here it comes.”
He continues thrusting as he buries himself deep and comes with a guttural groan, pulsing inside me, flooding me exactly like he promised. The moisture leaks out around him every time he pulls back, draining down my thighs and puddling on the edge of the comforter.
For a long moment we stay locked together, breathing raggedly, sweat cooling on our skin. He leans over me again, pressing soft kisses between my shoulder blades. When he pulls out, the rest of his cum drips from me, but I can't move. I'm nothing but a puddle of pleasure.
Jace grabs something, maybe a towel from the bathroom, and wipes me clean, then lugs me into bed and covers me with the blankets. When he curls around me, it feels right, like we were made for each other.
"What the fuck is happening between us, Jace?" I ask him, and I'm not sure why I even ask him. It's not like he knows any better than I do.
"You don't have to know everything in detail to know that something feels right, Bean…"
His lips press against the back of my shoulder and I close my eyes, wondering how he knew my childhood nickname, if he looked that up too, or if it's just the stage we're at now, where we give each other pet names. But I don’t mind.
Because once I'm sated and in his arms, I can sleep peacefully, and that's what I do. Falling asleep in someone's arms never seemed so appealing, but I don’t ever want to sleep alone again.