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All of my senses are overwhelmed. I’m so ready, but I can’t spend yet.
I can’t.
I can’t.
But how could I have known it would feel so good to be inside another person?
Everything is too much. Her heat I’m sinking into, the warmth of her body underneath me, her tightness around me down there, the feelings spilling over, the craving for her, the tenderness toward her, knowing I have the power to make her feel good.
One of my thrusts makes her gasp.
“I’ll have to get used to you,” she whispers, mewling as my fingers stroke her to the rhythm of my thrusts.
That’s a promise.
“You’ll get used to me, Lu baby. I’m already used to you.”
This is amazing. So easy, like dancing when you catch the rhythm. I thought the first time, I’d be fixated on my own sensations. Instead, I’m fixated on her, being inside her, making her feel good.
Lu closes her eyes, her lips parting at my thrusts, her thighs falling open wider.
I smile as I kiss her cheek, neck, and shoulder.
“Tell me what feels good,” I whisper.
“This,” she hums back. “Just like that, Jace.” She moans. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“I won’t.”
I want to say filthy things to her, go chapter by chapter and reenact everything she wrote. I’ll make a list.
But not tonight.
Tonight, it’s all about her feeling so good that she wants to do it a hundred more times with me.
Right now, Lu is lost completely, chasing something I can’t see. But there are signs—her little gasps, her eyes fluttering closed, a louder moan following.
I bring my mouth to hers, and her tongue plunges in, making me dizzy.
My brain is so sexually-charged, I wish I had more hands, more mouths, and more fingers to fill her everywhere.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I whisper.
“Jace,” she exhales, her body tensing.
She throws her head back and cries out, her fingers fisting my hair.
I don’t stop. Her cries come in sync with my thrusts, and that’s the last drop of my patience as I see her fall apart, her body going limp.
“Jace, I just…”
“I know, baby.”
I’m so fucking proud knowing that I made her come. That’s my doing—her undoing. And I’m about to follow because no one told me that holding back is harder than swimming in an army uniform against the strongest rip current.
In seconds, I come hard, spilling inside her. Without a condom—the feeling is bewildering, though I don’t know any other.
I still, feeling suddenly too much love for her and slight disappointment that it’s over. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I shift to her side, pulling her against me so I can see her.
