Unleashed, Jace swiveled his hips faster and faster before he arched up almost violently, his biceps quivering, and he let go with a deep, guttural, raw roar. I felt his hot release fill me up completely and trickle out onto the duvet.
For a moment we lay there stunned, his cock still inside me quivering. We were both panting from the exertion of it all. Eventually, Jace pulled out and curled his muscled body around me, his cheek against mine. Somehow, I managed to turn my head to nuzzle his neck. Eventually, our breathing slowed, and our bodies stopped heaving. He’d closed his eyes, and I thought he might have dozed off. When he felt me looking at him his eyelids fluttered open and he pulled me in for a deep kiss, stroking my back tenderly. Sighing, I nestled my head into the crook of his neck, my face resting on his hard pecs.
“Are you okay?” He pressed kisses to the side of my head.
“I’m pretty sure that was the best first time in the history of the universe.” I traced the pattern of the tattoo on his shoulder.
“Might be the best time, period.” His gravelly voice was so sexy.
“Aw, you don’t have to say that.” I grinned against his chest.
“It’s the truth.”
“Well, that’s a bummer for me.” I tickled his six-pack lightly.
“Well, we might need to try again,” Jace murmured.
We lay there on top of the duvet for a little while before he gently rolled me on my side and lifted back the covers so we could crawl into bed. Once underneath where it was warm and cozy, we couldn’t stop touching, caressing, and kissing each other. Jace’s arm snaked under my neck and wrapped around my shoulders, gathering me tight against him. Our arms were wound around each other, and our long legs threaded together.
At some point, Jace untangled himself from me and padded gloriously naked out of my room. Wondering where he was going, I enjoyed the view of his muscular butt when he disappeared into the hall, shortly returning with a warm washcloth. Sitting on the edge of the bed he stroked my hair and smiled at me.
“What’s that for?” I was basically eating him up with my eyes because it was physically impossible to stop admiring his hot, fit body.
“I need to wash you up.” He gripped the edge of the duvet and flung it back.
Mortified, I realized that I might have bled on him and my eyes immediately focused in on his now-flaccid penis.
“It’s okay, I’m cleaned up,” he said tenderly.
“Ohmygawd. I . . . I . . .” I was mortified and couldn’t meet his eyes.
Gently, he tipped his finger on my chin, so I had no choice but to look at him.
“You gave me a wonderful present, Alex. It’s the least I can do. Let me take care of you.” He rubbed my lips with his thumb.
Touched and nearly in tears, I let him pull back the covers and softly wipe my inner thighs and open my legs to get to my private parts. Grinning because my nipples hardened into points at his touch, he touched one of the tips with his finger.
“You’re so tempting, but I have to get home.” He cupped my breast more fully, the dimples on his face like craters.
“Oh. Um, okay.” I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but part of me had been hoping for him to stay the night. When I moved to sit up, he gently pressed me back down on my back.
“No, rest. Do you feel sore?” His tenderness was killing me.
“Not right now, but I probably will feel it,” I answered honestly.
“I’m not sure what the right thing to do is, Alex.” Jace shifted to rest on his side facing me, propping up his head on his bent arm. “I’m not a stay overnight kind of guy.”
“Do you want to go home? Or do you have to go home?” I looked up at him, genuinely curious.
“What do you mean?” He watched as I traced the beautiful, intricate design that covered his left arm completely with my finger.
“What is this tattoo? It’s really cool.” I didn’t want things to be weird, so I switched subjects.
“Viking dragons intertwined with a traditional navigation compass.” He watched as I continued to trace the art.
“It almost looks Celtic.”
“It incorporates a lot of traditional Viking art styles. I’m Norwegian and French.”
“It’s so sexy.” I caressed his taut biceps.
Jace swallowed and looked back over at me, unable to keep his eyes averted from my breasts and nipples.
“I don’t want to go home.” His finger reached out and traced my erect bud.
Before my eyes, his cock had begun to harden and now stood more than half-mast against his thigh. I put my hand around his neck and pulled him down to me. We devoured each other again. Jace scooted me over and crawled back into bed, then pulled me on top of him.
“Straddle me.” His gaze pierced my soul. He stroked my sides with his thumbs and held my hips in place with his strong hands.
With me kneeling astride his body, he managed to position me so that his now-erect shaft jutted between my pussy lips and lay against his stomach.
“You’re, seriously, a goddess.” He was looking down at where our bodies were nearly joined.
“Um, only because you’re a sex god.” I couldn’t help but watch him watching us.
“Oh yeah?” Jace chuckled as he caught my eye. “You say that, but you don’t have anyone to compare me with.”
I tilted my head and gestured to his cut torso and muscled arms and said with a scoff. “Look at yourself.”
“I’d rather look at you playing with your clit,” Jace purred, taking my hand and bringing it to my pussy.
I’d never heard dirty talk at all, let alone in person, and my body reacted. I watched him move my finger to the juncture of where I was straddling him, his thick cock millimeters from being inside me. My pussy contracted and wetness seeped out of me onto
