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"No."
He tickled with more brutality on my sensitive nerves and I screamed in laughter. "Are you sure?"
"Yes!" I screamed and laughed some more. "Yes, Jace! Yes!"
He laughed as his fingers stilled against my oversensitive ribs. "That's much better."
I pulled in deep breaths. "You're going to have to clean up all the water on the floor now, you know that right?"
He shrugged. "It was worth it."
I grunted and he wrapped his arms around my stomach, pulling me into him again. I sighed and rested my head back against the nook of his shoulder. He dipped his head and pressed his lips to my forehead. The gesture warmed me thoroughly. I felt it from the tip of my toes to the hair on my head.
"This is nice." I said softly.
"Sitting here like this?" he asked.
"Yes." I nodded tiredly.
"I agree." His voice was thick and I fought the sudden desire to turn and face him. "Let me wash your back."
I nodded as I pulled myself away from him. I didn't look back at him as he poured strawberry scented body wash onto his hand. When his slippery hands met with the skin on my back, I pulled my hair over my shoulder and closed my eyes, tilting my head forward. I reveled in his soothing touch as he massaged the knots from my shoulders with the soap.
When he was finished, he ran a wash cloth over my back to rid me of the soapy suds. "Turn around for me, Angel." Again, he asked rather than commanded.
I turned around to face him and my heart lodged in my throat as he stared at me with thick emotion in his eyes. I wanted to ask him what he was feeling, but at the same time, I wanted him to speak his emotions on his own time. I bit down on my lip as his eyes scanned over my breasts and downward over my stomach to the V of my thighs beneath the water.
"You know I could look at you forever and never get bored?"
I smiled. "You're a smooth talker, you know that?"
He frowned. "I have never been more serious in my life, Olivia."
I swallowed. Oh my - wow. "I could never tire of staring at you."
He smiled a ghost of a smile as he poured more soap into his hands. I watched him as he brought his hands up to my collarbone, sliding his hands over my shoulders and down my arms before gliding up the inside of my torso to my armpits. I fought my need to pull away as he fanned his fingers over my breasts, massaging the suds into my skin. Upon his touch, my breasts grew heavy with need and my nipples pebbled. His eyes shimmered knowingly and I cursed the blush that colored my skin.
"I want you, Olivia."
"How?" I asked breathily.
His eyes shot to mine. "In every way you'll give me."
My breath caught. My hands trembled beneath the water and my stomach felt as though it were on a rollercoaster. "I'm yours, Jace." I whispered.
I ignored the girly soap on my chest as I slammed myself into him. My lips met his in a kiss of unrestrained need. His hands wound around my back as he pulled me closer to him. My knees moved around his waist as I felt his length press against my core. He was hot and ready and so was I. Our bodies slid against each other with each movement, my soapy breasts gliding against his chest as I pressed my hips down on him, pushing him into me inch by inch. I felt Jace shift his hips at the same time he pressed down on my waist. He slammed into me to the hilt, pausing to catch his breath as he stared into my eyes.
"I love watching your face when I take you." He said gruffly.
I wanted to tell him I loved him, but now wasn't the time. There were still too many insecurities between us to speak such raw confessions. "I love when you take me, Jace." I said on a moan. "But let me take you this time?"
The wrinkle that formed between his brows when he was nervous or worried appeared. He thought for a moment as I paused movement around him, holding him inside me where I felt he belonged. Finally, when I couldn't hold my breath a moment longer, he nodded.
"Take me, Angel." There was so much trust in those words. It filled my heart with satisfied, liberated awe. He was perfect in all his imperfections. And he was mine.
I kept my eyes trained on his as I started moving my hips against him, riding him slowly. I rode him to the tip before rocking my hips slowly down to the hilt of his penis. I repeated the motion until complete bliss took over the worry in his features.
"I'd like to touch you, Angel." Jace said quietly. "Can I touch you?"
"Always, Jace." I whispered fiercely. I never wanted him to feel as though he couldn't. I was his to touch, to hold and to love. I wanted him to believe it.
As though my words granted him not only permission, but strength, he moved his hands to my breasts, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over my nipples. A moan erupted from between my lips as I tipped my head back, riding him more forcefully, compelling myself to take him deeper and harder. Pain blended to bliss as my body arched. Jace leaned forward to press his lips to the hollow of my throat. His movement caused him to shift inside me, hitting me in a new place. Both of us stiffened at the sensation, moaning in sync. I shattered around him, shaking as I came undone. In response to my sudden warmth, he stiffened inside me, filling me with hot liquid. His lips were still pressed against my throat and he groaned in ecstasy as his hands spanned over my waist, pulling my stomach into him despite the fact he leaned into my throat, forcing my body to arch back. The friction of the motion tugged at him, emptying him of any remaining pent-up need for me.
