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He grinned down at me, as though the idea had never occurred to him. “Have we ever just had sex?” he asked with a curious look.
Come to think of it, I wasn’t sure we ever had. We both liked to escape into each other’s fantasies. For so long now, we’d needed it.
I circled my arms around him, nudging him to lay his weight fully on me. “I don’t think we have,” I said. “But I think we should. Games are for children sometimes, and today we both know that we’re not kids anymore.”
I felt the breath leave Jace’s lungs at my words. I hadn’t meant them to be so profound, but they felt that way for me too.
Jace dipped down to kiss me again, slow and sensual. It was unlike the way we usually were together, and yet, at the same time, it was so much like us that I felt as though the shades had been lifted and light had poured into the room.
I wrapped myself around him, arms and legs, body and soul, as if I was a growing vine and needed his body for support. He let his hands travel over my body again, but this time, instead of feeling like he was looking for something to do with them, he just touched me, as if laying claim to every inch of my skin. I loved it.
His mouth trailed away from my mouth and over my jaw to travel down my neck. He took his time, though, tasting my skin and nipping the point where my neck met my shoulder, I encouraged him by digging my fingertips into his upper arms.
Our slow, gentle perusal of each other continued until we were both breathless and panting. Every inch of my skin felt touched by sunshine, and the places he’d kissed or licked felt like gold.
“Wow,” Jace gasped as he muscled up and reached for the jar of ointment on the table beside our bed. “If I had known it would be like this, I would have made love to you much sooner.”
Something about that tickled my heart and left me laughing. We fucked nearly every day in one way or another. After nearly a year of being together, it was both odd to think we could feel something new, and deeply encouraging. We had our whole lives ahead of us to discover new ways to love each other.
Jace adjusted to kneel between my knees as he removed the cork from the ointment jar and scooped some onto his fingers. He used it to slick his cock and spread the rest over my hole, but once he put the jar aside, instead of just taking what he wanted, he closed his hand around my cock and stroked it.
“I know you don’t believe me when I tell you you’re beautiful,” he said with a sly look, “but you are.”
“Jace,” I said, half scolding, half breathless.
“It’s true,” he said, moving his hand up to pull back my foreskin so he could trace his fingers around the head of my cock. I was so sensitive that the simple movement took my breath away. “Look at how beautiful that is.”
He lowered himself, almost as if to get an up-close look, and squeezed his hand along my shaft to push an embarrassing amount of pre-cum into the open. When he made a show of licking it away and probing at my slit as he did, I had to grip the bed on either side of me and force myself to breathe to stop from coming.
“What could be more beautiful than watching you trying not to come?” he asked with a haughty grin.
I would have laughed with him if I didn’t feel so unbelievably aroused in that moment.
He continued to lick my cockhead until I whimpered aloud with the force of will it took not to come.
“I thought we were just making love,” I managed to whine, sounding needy as fuck.
Jace laughed. “We are. I never said you couldn’t come if you need to.”
I lifted my head enough to give him an incredulous look. Like he would let me live it down if I came before he told me I could.
He knew my thoughts and laughed, then shifted to scoop his arms under my legs.
“My poor, darling pup,” he said, folding my legs back and bringing himself right to my hole. “You put up with so much from me.”
With that, he pushed steadily into me. I winced at the slight burn as my body instinctively resisted intrusion, then let out a long breath and relaxed as he slid deeper. We fucked so often that I was ready for him without a lot of preparation or fuss. Nothing could ever prepare me for how good he felt inside me, though. Every time was magnificent.
This time was especially wonderful. Instead of hard, fast, and demanding, Jace was smooth and deliberate. I caught him watching the way his cock slid in and out of me, as if he were studying this new way the two of us could be together, for a moment.
As soon as he seemed satisfied with his movements, he shifted our positions again so that he could stretch his body over mine as much as possible and still maintain a comfortable angle of thrust for both of us. Doing so allowed me to wrap my legs around his middle, which he told me he liked with a low purr.
“So this is making love?” he asked, kissing my cheek a few times as his movements grew more urgent and his breath shallower.
“Mmm, yes,” I gasped, digging my fingertips into his back.
He didn’t reply to that, but his thrusts quickened even more as he pressed his lips against my neck. I moved with him, stretching and arching and doing everything I could so that every part of his body touched me exactly how I wanted.
It was new and different for us, but we flew toward bliss together in what felt like slow motion. Finally, Jace let out a wrecked sound and bit down on my neck as he came. I could tell from his ripple of tension and the sounds he made that his orgasm was unexpected. I took pleasure in that, feeling like I’d surprised him somehow. I always felt like I was the one who made Jace come, and I loved it.
