“Isobel.” He grunts, his restraint is fraying at the edges.
I continue moving along his length, teasing us both. I’m panting, my pussy clenches, wanting to feel him inside me.
Jace growls, flipping us over, his hands pinning my wrists to the bed.
“You’re trying to kill me.” His voice is low and dangerous.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? Me? Like this?” I wrap my legs around his waist.
He closes his eyes, shaking his head just a fraction.
“I don’t want you to regret it.” He sits back, his head hanging.
I sit up, feeling too exposed as the lust recedes. The rejection stings. “Do you not…want me?”
He snaps his head up so fast, “I want you, Isobel, almost too much. Painfully so.” His hand grips his dick. “I just don’t want to push you if you’re not ready. And I don’t think you're thinking clearly right now. Neither am I. How can I when you’re soaking wet for me?” He licks his lips. “But I’m trying to do this right.”
I sit with his words, trying to push aside the ugly thoughts. I know he’s right. But he’s Jace. Of course, he always knows.
When I look up to meet his eyes, he moves closer, cupping my jaw with his hand.
“Lay back and stop looking at me like that. Don’t worry, I’ll still make you feel something.” His voice is husky.
When he kisses me again, it’s sweeter. I can feel all the things he doesn’t say. His tongue brushes mine, making a noise deep in his throat that has me fluttering again.
I push him back. “No, you lie down, there’s something I want to try.”
He arches an eyebrow but does what I say. I swing a leg over, hovering over his face.
“Yes.” He growls as he runs a finger against my pussy, circling my clit. “Ride my face and come on my tongue.”
He wraps his hands around my hips, pulling me to him. I gasp as his tongue presses against me. My hips roll against him as his tongue works, the pressure and anticipation building. Everything in my body tightens.
“Jace, please.” I moan.
His fingers tighten on my thighs as I unravel on top of him.My hips move against him, chasing the high. I place my hands on his abs to move off but he grips me harder.
“I’m not done.” He yanks me back into place, a small squeal escaping me. “I love how you taste.” He says before he starts again.
I moan and stare down his sculpted body and lean forward, sucking him into my mouth.
He moans against me, the vibration moving through my body. I shiver. I work him in and out, moaning around him.
He grips my ass and the pressure is perfect.
“Isobel.” He groans and his hips thrust into my mouth.
Spurred on by his moans, I push him to the back of my throat. He pulses and I know he’s close. I bob my head faster, twisting my hand around the base of his dick while hollowing out my cheeks.
He lets out a loud groan as he grips my ass hard and he comes, the sound and pain has heat surging through me as I come with him. I pull back and fall onto the bed beside him. His hand still wrapped around my thigh.
My ears are ringing, my muscles are loose, every limb feels heavy. The only thing I can hear is our breaths as we pant. My heart is still racing. I’m overwhelmed by how quiet everything feels inside me now. I just want to stay right here, in this moment, sweaty and spent with him.
Something I never thought I’d want.
11 AN ASHTHORNE CHRISTMAS
The scent of fresh coffee and something sweet lingers in the air as I pad barefoot into the living room.
