Jace dove straight for my aching, drenched center.
If French kissing wasn’t something I’d done very often, a man going down on me was practically nonexistent. Sex was missionary and brief in the latter half of my marriage. I came, sometimes. He came, every time. Quick. Efficient. Check it off the list.
I braced my hands on the counter behind me as my right leg threatened to buckle as Jace licked my clit rapidly back and forth with sure strokes. I sucked in a breath, closing my eyes from the pressure building inside of me. But it was when he started to massage my clit with his tongue that I shouted his name, then clutched and held onto the back of his head, keeping him there.
“Keep going, a little harder,” I begged, desperate for release.
He proved to be a good fucking listener as the force of his tongue intensified. I was shamelessly seeking friction, gripping the back of his head, canting my hips in time with his sure strokes.
“Ahh!” I was close but not quite there. Jace brought his fingers to my core and parted me, pushing in with two fingers, giving me the exact amount of pressure, exactly when and where I needed it.
I cried out, arching and gasping as waves of release pulsed through me. Thighs shaking, the only thing holding me up was Jace’s hand which slid to grip my ass, my right leg, and an elbow I’d pressed onto the countertop.
As my orgasm faded, he gently pulled his fingers from me and helped ease my thigh off his shoulder. He never broke eye contact with me as he stood, the intimacy of the moment thick between us. I was still catching my breath, the internal pulses of release still throbbing in my core.
Once he could tell I was steady on my feet, he towed off his shoes, then yanked his pants to the ground. He pounced on me so quickly, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me to his mouth, I didn’t have any time to process a fully naked Jace.
Our lips parted as we shared the taste of myself on his tongue. Feeling the press of his hard length against my lower belly, I pulled back. Pressing my forehead to his, I looked down between us to see what rested there, straining up to me. He was thicker than my previous partner, all one of them, and I could see the deep, pink tip already leaking clear fluid. I reached down to trace that bead of moisture, transfixed as I painted it around the head of his cock. Then I wrapped my hand around his impressive girth, stroking him, luxuriating in the velvety softness. It was Jace’s turn to groan and exhale, his eyes closing in bliss as his head fell back.
I felt powerful and sure as I stroked him up and down, already in a frenzy by the idea of where I wanted him most. I moved in to taste his arched neck, giving a slow lap of my tongue along the muscle there, as if I was licking where I was stroking, tasting salt and sweetness of my tongue. Jace’s moan filled the room as I sucked just below his ear.
“Do you want me to get something from my room? We can keep going or stop here, the choice is yours,” Jace rasped. I tilted my head back to see if he was really asking permission to keep going—like I hadn’t just ridden his tongue in the middle of my kitchen and wasn’t palming his dick like I was claiming it as my new territory. I looked between Jace’s eyes, wondering how he could go from damn fucking sexy to earnestly sweet in less than a second, but the fact that he didn’t assume anything, the fact that he was giving me an out, was all the answer I needed.
“I want you. I want to feel all of you, no room stops needed.”
An almost giddy grin came across his face before he kissed me again. It started sweet, but then my hand, which had gone still, squeezed and stroked up, prompting a low growl from his throat.
Jace picked me up, my legs wrapped around him, my clit pressing against his perfect washboard stomach, igniting an urgency within me again. I kissed and sucked on his neck, rocking against him as he walked us through the kitchen and unceremoniously sat on the couch, me mounted on his lap.
I gripped the back of the couch and rode him, chasing the friction I found against him with each tilt of my hips.
Jace’s hands cupped my breasts as he licked and sucked my nipples. “Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, moving lower on his lap, rubbing my slick folds up and down his hard length, my wetness coating him, my clit pulsing with each push against the head of his dick.
Jace moved his right hand down my body, thumbing my clit, then fisted his cock and lined himself up to my entrance. Slowly, I lowered myself onto his impressive length, my mouth opening from the unexpected fullness. I winced a little bit as I started to slowly move, if I’m being honest. I moved up and down on his cock slowly until the discomfort gave way to pleasure.
Considering pelvic floor physical therapy was the most action I’d gotten after Ryla was born, it was a wonder my vagina hadn’t atrophied into nothing. With that errant thought, I gave a tentative squeeze with my pelvic muscles.
Jace’s eyes shot open as he shouted, “Fuuuuck!”
Huh. Guess pelvic floor PT worked.
My body hummed as I thrust myself up and down his cock in a steady rhythm. Jace fought for control, his head falling back on the couch, eyes half lidded as I alternated thrusting and squeezing his length, enjoying this power.
“Look at me,” I demanded, not recognizing myself at all.
Jace’s eyes sprang open, brilliant rings of hazel around their dilated centers.
“Don’t come yet,” I commanded, uninhibited and free, taking what I wanted, something that Jace was more than willing to give me.
“I’m trying,” Jace’s voice was strained. He groaned as I bottomed out on his dick. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”
Slowing my pace, I slid all the way up and down again, feeling another throb of his dick as he fought back his release, and I was right there with him. Sweat broke out against his forehead.
“Fight it, Jace. Don’t you dare come.” I changed the cadence of my hips, eliciting another curse. Our breaths came out in shaky gasps. Jace thumbed my clit alternating between soft, sure circles and downward pressure. His left hand, which had been gripping my hip, slide to palm my ass. I cried out when his long fingers skirted the edge of an area I’d never explored with anyone else before.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted in rhythm as I rode Jace hard, coming apart under his perfect touches. My body spasmed, my muscles clenching around his cock, intense pleasure pouring through me as I gave into the most intense orgasm of my life.
Jace finally let himself go, grabbing my ass with both hands, jerking me further onto him as he found his release, muttering a wickedly filthy, “Fuck”,with each surge of himself inside of me.
