Page 84 of Already Callin’ You Mine

Jace isn’t bothered one bit, however.

“Like those?” I nod, confirming what he already knows. “Thought you might. See, you’re not the only one with ridiculously cute undies.”

He wore these for me. Even without a confirmation that I would see them, he wore them so I wouldn’t feel weird about my jack-o’-lanterns from last time.

I think I just fell for him a little more.

“Ridiculous is the right word,” I remark. “And speaking of dicks, I think it’s time they came off.”

Jace shudders, the lust coursing through him visible on his skin. And it’s lighting me up like a match to gasoline.

“You’re in charge, Mama.” He winks, ridding himself of the garment in the blink of an eye.

His dick springs to life, hard and unrestrained. Holy shit…

I run my hands down Jace’s pecs, the light dusting of dark hair on his chest tickling my fingertips. It picks back up again, a trail leading toward the V of his hips, and everything else that awaits me.

“You can touch it if you want. This snake doesn’t bite.”

Following his suggestion, I wrap my hand around his length, stroking him slowly. His skin is hot and silky against my palm, making me wonder how it would feel in my mouth.

“Does it do other things?”

“Let me show you.”

Taking my hips, he guides me backward to my bed, picking me up and laying me down before I hit it. Leaning over, he kisses me, slowly, sweetly, like he has all the time in the world, before standing back up and reaching for his pants. Next thing I know, he’s ripping at a foil packet with his mouth, sheathing himself.

“Safety first,” he murmurs, winking.

“Always.”

Jace looms over me, nudging my legs apart and settling in between them. My pulse races, anticipation replacing the nerves that had been borderline overwhelming earlier. I want him, I want this, more than I can say. Every fiber of me is calling to him, wanting to feel him inside me. Wanting to be connected to him in this way.

“Your call, Mama.”

“Jace.” I grab his head, holding it between my hands, locking our gazes. His eyes are still dark with lust, with the same primal need I’m feeling. However, the adoration from earlier is still mixed in too, confirming what I already knew. I’ve never wanted anything more. “Fuck me. Now.”

A flick of his hips and he’s inside me, sinking slowly until he’s all the way in.

“Fuck!”

I grab ahold of him, sinking my nails into his skin as I adjust to him. My lungs constrict, the beautifully sweet stretch of being this full taking over all my senses. Jace doesn’t move, waiting, giving me a moment to adjust. It’s pure torture, the feel of him there, but still. I need him to move.

Wiggling my hips, I try and find the friction I need. That we both need. Jace takes the hint, retreating slowly, holding himself so just the tip is inside me, teasing my entrance, before slamming back into me. I scream again, wrapping my legs around him, wanting to keep him right there.

We quickly find our rhythm, our focus turned on each other. Both of us chasing that same high. That same release. Wanting to lose ourselves in this moment.

Something that is easy to do. Jace reads my every cue, moving and adjusting without instruction or request. He’s so in tune with me and my needs, I can’t help but wonder if he’s getting what he needs. Until he moans or mutters something that leaves no room for question.

“You feel so fucking good, Pres,” he whispers, thrusting harder. “So fucking tight.”

Another hard thrust, hitting me exactly where I need him. My orgasm is brewing below the surface, simmering like a kettle, steam rising through the whistle. I’m so close, hurtling toward that elusive moment. The one I’ve never experienced in this way.

“I’m gonna come, baby,” he tells me. “But I need you to come first.”

I open my mouth to start to tell him that he should just finish. That I’ve never come this way before. That I already had mine. But he cuts me off with a kiss.

A hot, hard, punishing kiss.