“You know I could never resist my girl.”
He brushed the swollen nub that protruded from between her lips with his thumb and she hissed.
“So eager. Let’s see.” He lifted her shirt up and growled at the sight that greeted him. The heart-shaped design done in bright pink got him every time he saw it. Jace traced the pattern with his fingers enjoying the contrast of smooth and soft hair. She glistened where her wetness peaked through and he fought the urge to bring her to orgasm. Next time she came he wanted it to be around his cock. Her hands came up to massage his shoulders before they moved down to his chest. The light sensual touches relaxed and aroused at the same time.
“You still work magic over me, Devlin.”
“The feeling is mutual.” Her hands drifted down to cup his hardness through his boxers.
“Feels like I’m not the only one who’s ready,” she said. One eyebrow cocked up.
“Cheeky,” he said.
She giggled.
“Oh yeah, I can tell you’ve been across the pond all right.” The hands of time seemed to reverse. This was always their way, passionate loving with a bit of humor and enough sweetness to be called making love instead of fucking. It was a combination he’d never been able to capture with anyone else. Like a recipe he always had the wrong ingredients for.
“Two can play this game.” He trailed a finger down her dripping pussy, once, twice, and eased inside. Her walls gripped him like a lifeline and he growled in the back of his throat as he began to move inside of her. A small keen sounded in her throat.
“Don’t hold back, baby. I want to hear everything.” Her head fell back against the door with a thud and her lids fell to half-mast as he found his rhythm. Not too fast, not too slow. He didn’t want things over before they began but he wasn’t running a hundred-yard dash either. Her hips begin to sway in time to his motions. Jace licked his lips as he watched her blossom under his gentle ministrations. A fine sheen of sweat broke out on her body. She glowed. Pleasure transformed her heart-shaped face, high cheek bones, and Cupid’s-bow lips into a work of art.
“God, that feels so good, J.” The pet name was music to his ears. He was winning her over. She'd see this could work. It had to.
He angled his finger, added a second, and thrust deeper. Steady strokes that made her whimper and moan.
“Ooh shit!”
Her legs shook and he pulled free.
“No!”
“Uh-uh, no coming until I'm inside you, Devy.”
“Then take me to bed and fuck me proper!”
The woman who stood in front of him was everything he recalled and more, a woman where a slip of a girl once stood. He picked her up. Her fingernails dug into the skin of his back, lithe legs wrapped around his waist, and their lips came together, crashing like thunder and lightning as they tasted, bit and sucked, filling their mouths with long-absent flavors. Jace sat down on the bed heavily, loving the warm weight of her atop him. He shoved his boxers off his hips and together they worked the offending material down his legs and onto the floor.
“Hold on, I have to get something.” He lifted her off, sat her in the center of the bed, and rolled over to the nightstand. He rummaged through the top drawer to retrieve one of the condoms left over by a couple of friends who'd been out to visit for a few weeks. He’d been anything but a saint since they ended things but he’d always been safe. With the square foil in his hand, he returned.
“I want you to ride me, Devy.”
“Yes.” Her voice was breathy and her eyes glowed with passion and excitement. She took the foil from him, opened it deftly, and gripped his base to roll it down inch by inch. His sensitive prick quivered and she smirked. When he was fully sheathed, she peeled the nightgown over her head, baring her perky breasts to his hungry gaze before she climbed on top of him. She took him in her hands once more, lined him up to her core, and sank down. He hissed as she engulfed him in her moist haven, her face aglow with pleasure.
“Shit, Devy, you’re so fucking tight.” A smile flicked up the ends of her lips.
She pressed her hands against his chest, placed a foot on either side of him on the bed, and slammed down.
“Oh God!”
His eyes rolled into the back of his head as she repeated the motion again and again, swiveling her hips and coaxing an answering thrust from him. His han
ds shot up to grab her waist. Sweat poured from their bodies. Her heat penetrated him through the rubber and he could almost pretend nothing separated him. He wanted to touch her soul. The thought made him thrust harder, stroke her further.
“Harder. Yes, Jace! Yes, just like that.”
Her pussy vibrated and his cock twitched in response. She was close—hell, so was he. His balls drew up tight and the urge to release made him grind his teeth. His movement became more frantic and he reached between them to stroke her tiny bud of pleasure.
“I’m coming. I’m coming!” Her voice echoed off the walls and she let out a wail that sent him tumbling after her as she clamped down, milking every drop of cum he had. He lay back on the bed with her draped over him. She propped herself up with one arm, pushed the mass of hair away from her face, and grinned.