“Alex, I’ve never been with a virgin.” Jace kissed my temple. “My mind is going nuts. I don’t know if this is the right thing to do.”
“You’re very cerebral.” I raked my fingers through his hair.
“I have three sisters; I don’t want to be a jerk.” He smiled down at me and ran his fingers lightly through my hair too.
“Give me some credit, I see you.” I gestured with two fingers pointed at my eyes and then at his.
“I know you do.” He gave me a slow, drawn-out kiss before abruptly standing.
“Don’t leave me hanging.” I reached out my hand to him, the silver bracelets jangling as I shook it, willing him to take it.
“If we’re doing this, let’s do it right.” Jace grasped my hand and pulled me up. “We need to set the mood.”
Together we moved through the house, collecting some tea candles, a couple of wine glasses, and the half-opened chardonnay in the fridge. Jace spotted my mom’s prize roses blooming out the back and dashed through the back door, returning with a couple of giant, pink blooms. After we gathered up all the stuff, my heart pounded out of my chest again.
“Let’s go up to my room.” I gestured and walked up the stairs, not wanting to lose my nerve.
“Lead the way.” Jace’s arms were full, but he followed close behind.
I’d never had a guy in my room before, and suddenly I was a bit shy about how my full-sized canopy bed draped in a denim duvet cover and crazy mash-up of Kings of Leon, Lady Gaga, Bruno Mars, and the Black Keys posters looked to this sexy rocker. He didn’t say a word, just poured two glasses of wine and set them on my dresser. Next, he turned the lights off, leaving only the glow of my desk lamp and proceeded to rip all the petals off the roses and spread them out all over my bed.
“I’m such a weak man.” Jace strode over to me and captured my mouth with his, gripping my ass and lifting me off the ground to straddle his waist.
I wrapped my legs around him. His strong arms held me tight, even as he devoured my lips hungrily. Things were getting real. I was ready. Clinging to his neck, I got lost in his messy, passionate kisses. Without skipping a beat, Jace walked me over to the bed and gently placed me in the middle of the petals on the duvet. His fingers were fumbling and desperate, his mouth never leaving mine. He pulled up my tank top, exposing my bare breasts.
“Fuck me. I knew you didn’t wear a bra.”
Jace groaned and placed a brief, suckling kiss on my distended nipple and then went back for seconds on the other one.
My entire body shook with desire. He moved his calloused hands down my body, caressing my sides, sliding over my hips, never releasing the suction from my nipple. Slowly, his fingers trailed up the side of my thigh to the button on my cutoffs, which he deftly unclasped. Working them slowly down my hips, when he reached my knees I wriggled and kicked them to the floor, leaving me wearing only my black G-string.
Being here like this with Jace was all I had dreamed about this summer. I was so scared, but I also knew that I didn’t want to stop. My breath hitched and a moaning sound emanating deep inside me caught his attention. Releasing my puckered nipple from his lips with a distinct pop, his eyes pierced my soul when he looked up at me. The look told me everything, my mind knew I was where I was supposed to be.
My body knew it too. Jace pulled off my panties, which were absolutely soaked. His nostrils flared because he could smell how much I wanted him. His erection throbbed through his jeans against my thigh, and I rubbed against the bulge like a cat. Jace groaned at the contact while his fingers inched down my body to the junction between my thighs. Gently, he eased my legs apart, his fingers hovering over my swollen pussy. I could feel my clit pulsating in anticipation of his touch.
“We can stop anytime,” Jace whispered against my ear. “Just say the word.”
“I don’t want to stop, ever,” I moaned. “Please, touch me, Jace.”
His gaze dropped to my slit. He pressed his thumb between my wet lips, the rough pads of his calloused fingers following suit, never directly touching my clit or entering my body. Jace took his time, stroking and slipping through my slick juices, varying pressure and speed, his eyebrows knitted as though he was studying my reaction to each touch. My hips moved on their own volition, bucking, circling, clenching, sometimes seeking more pressure, sometimes avoiding more contact when the stimulation was too intense. Through it all he breathed in, inhaling my arousal, making guttural sounds when I gushed around his fingers. It felt like I would explode if he didn’t touch me where I needed it most. As though he had ESP, he bent down and his tongue lapped through my folds like he was starving, sucking my clit in between his lips.
The keening yowl filling the room was me, I realized. My eyes squeezed shut, fireworks popped beneath my eyelids, pleasure so intense it was nearly painful. I didn’t know if I could take any more. My hips bucked against his mouth while I clutched his long hair at the scalp, pulling him toward me and pushing him away, not knowing how to process the extraordinary sensations down below. Finally, I gave in while his lips continued to suckle and feast on my clit. I spiraled into a dark vortex of pleasure. Every single muscle in my body
