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"Relax," Jace spoke gruffly and I nodded to let him know I would try. I didn't trust my voice. "Trust me, Angel."
I did. Oh, I did trust him. If I didn't, I wouldn't be here like this…vulnerable. I wouldn't be blindly awaiting his touch, panting for his lips on my skin. I wouldn't be like this if I didn't trust him.
"I'm going to touch you." He informed. I wondered if that was standard. Would he always inform me of his moves, or would they come as a surprise? Again, I didn't know.
My insecure thoughts were quickly banished as I felt Jace's fingertips trace the line of my shoulder, gently, ever-so-slowly, pushing my hair off to my left side. The strands tickled my heavy breasts and my nipples that were already impossibly hard, elongated with the desire to feel his warm tongue lapping at them. Heat enveloped my body in a rush as Jace knelt behind me. I felt his body encase mine, his knees spread around my frame. He was still wearing his pajama pants. I could feel the fabric and I hated it. The thought made me frown and I was suddenly thankful he was behind me and unable to see my sudden disappointment.
"Don't move, Angel." His voice was low in my ear. "If you move I'll be forced to tie you up."
Oh. My. Goodness. What in the world had I gotten myself into? Well, it was too little too late to turn back now. And did I want to?
My thoughts were chased away as Jace pressed a hot kiss to my shoulder, moving slowly upward toward my neck. His hands circled my waist, his palms splayed over my stomach possessively as I sat obediently for his taking. When his fingertips met, his left hand moved slowly upward while his right moved down in perfect sync; a dance of possession over my body. As his left hand skimmed the underside of my breast, his right index finger slipped into my folds.
"You're so wet. Do you know how this pleases me?"
"I believe I do." I whispered hoarsely as his hand moved further south. He located the bundle of nerves at my sex with ease, rolling my clit between his fingertips, massaging, stroking…pinching…until I felt as though I were about to lose my mind. Moans that should have embarrassed me…would have embarrassed me sounded into the space around us, but I was too far-gone in the bliss of Jace's touch to notice or care. When his fingers found a stoic, but equally tormenting rhythm, his left hand resumed its path upward. He paused to kneed my achingly full breasts, working my nipple between his talented fingers. In sync, both hands grew rough and I cried out in tortured ecstasy. I couldn't decide whether I wanted him to continue his assault or stop. It was so deliciously painful I felt my eyes sting with tears and my throat constrict, growing thick emotion. I wanted to beg him…but for what?
Suddenly, his touch turned whisper-soft. My entire body, already on high alert, succumbed to thousands of goosebumps as I strained to feel the weight of his touch that had, only a moment prior, been too much. He maintained this excruciatingly tempting butterfly touch until I felt as though I were about to combust. I needed him. I had never been so wet in my entire life. I could feel my wetness on the skin of my inner thighs. My stomach ached, my body bowed, begging silently for penetration. I needed him inside me. I needed him now. I couldn't wait. If he made me wait for him…I might possibly die.
Robbed of all thought and rationality I pressed myself into his touch. The weight of his fingertips against my swollen flesh sent fireworks through my body. But the pleasure only lasted a moment before there was pain. Sweet pain. Jace's fingers pinched hard on my swollen clit before his other hand moved from my breast to my throat. Strong fingers wrapped around my throat, tilting my head to the side to expose the flesh of my neck. There was cool air as he blew on my sensitive flesh, and then there was the hot, bruising sting of teeth. He bit me before suckling at the hypersensitive skin, soothing the sting of his teeth. It all happened so fast my mind was left reeling numbly.
"I thought I told you not to move, Olivia." His voice was thick, and in response, a broken whimper fell from my lips.
"I'm sorry." My response was shaky and sounded meek even to my own ears. But I couldn't help it. Admittedly, I was afraid of acquiring another punishing touch. I'd pressed myself into Jace before in prior sexual encounters, but never had he punished me for the action. I didn't know what to think. I didn't take him seriously when he told me not to move before and I had been trying. But now, it was clear I had to succeed.
"What are you feeling, Angel?" Jace asked. His lips moved over the skin behind my ear and I shivered. Did I tell him the truth? Did I tell him I was confused, aroused, frustrated, degraded and slightly angry? Did I tell him I was embarrassed, uncertain and self-conscious? Would my feelings anger, enlighten or empower him?
