“You’re seriously the sexiest woman in the world,” Jace growled as he picked up the pace.
The endearment made me feel shy, and I threw my arm over my eyes. Undeterred, Jace placed a thumb, now coated with my juices, against my lips.
“Suck,” Jace whispered.
So, I did.
“Ah, Fuck. Alex, I can’t get deep enough.” Jace fully covered my body with his, both of our legs still hanging off the bed. Gnashing teeth, colliding limbs, we ground our bodies together desperately. He took both of my hands in his and raised them above my head and he suckled my neck and lips as we sought our release.
“I’m so close.” His hoarse voice was in my ear.
My body remained in motion, but I stiffened because although I felt like I was on the edge of an explosive orgasm, I needed something more and I wasn’t sure what to ask for. I didn’t want to disappoint him.
“Hey, hey . . .” Sensing my discomfort, Jace slowed way down and cupped my cheek. “Relax, we aren’t in a hurry.”
“I . . . I . . . I don’t know what I need.” My bottom lip quivered. Jesus. I had to stuff down my sudden urge to cry.
“Shh. Baby. Shh. It’s okay.” Jace pulled out of me and guided me to my feet, threw back the linens, and gestured for me to sit on the bed.
“Jace, I don’t want to stop,” I said, feeling like a wreck sitting naked with the ridiculous boots still buckled all the way up my legs, my skewed pink wig, and makeup melting down my face.
“Oh, we’re not stopping. We’re taking a little break to get you more comfortable.” Jace said kindly before taking off the condom and tossing it in the trash. He then knelt at my feet and got to work on the buckles.
When he removed the torture boots, he rubbed both my feet and kissed each of my toes. He then sat next to me and smoothed my fake pink hair down, reached under and took out the pins holding it to my own hair, and tossed the wig to the ground.
“Better?” This was the most gorgeous, sweet, sexy man in the history of the world. Hands down.
“Better,” I whispered.
“Scoot over.” Jace motioned to me and we crawled into the big king-sized bed.
Jace rolled over on top of me and we made out again, this time slowly exploring each other’s lips and tongues. He nibbled my earlobes and neck and rubbed my clit with his thumb. His lips worked his way lower to my breasts. Feasting on my soft mounds and all around my nipples, he slipped two fingers inside my pussy and fluttered the rough pads against my sweet spot, unleashing a literal flood of wetness.
He peered at me through the veil of his dark-blond mane. “Mmm. Does that feel good?”
“So good.” I shut my eyes, feeling shy to look at him directly while his fingers were embedded so deep inside me.
Gone was my bravado. When I’d seduced Jace before we left, I had an excuse for my lack of skills. He seemed like the perfect guy to de-virginize me, then I’d be free to explore my sexuality all across Europe. What I hadn’t known was that he’d ruin all other men for me. I’d barely made out with anyone since I’d left Seattle because they still couldn’t compare. I was just as inexperienced now as I was the day that he left the note on my pillow. Suddenly, I worried that I would be a huge disappointment to my sexy drummer.
He didn’t seem to notice my distress. Jace’s face was rapturous when he pulled his fingers out of my opening and palmed my ass with both hands to lift me slightly. Stroking down the backs of my thighs, he splayed them under my hamstrings and opened my legs wide.
“Look at me, Alex,” Jace ordered quietly but firmly.
I did. His lashes were so dark it looked like he wore permanent eyeliner. The contrast with his light-green eyes was hypnotic and mesmerizing.
“Don’t ever be shy about what we do in bed,” he said, piercing me with his gaze.
“I’m not?” My denial sounded like a question.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Do you want me to lick your pussy?” He didn’t break eye contact with me.
“Yes.” I choked, squirming because I was so aroused at the thought of his talented tongue down there.
“Yes, what?” He encouraged.
“I want you to lick me,” I whispered.
“Alex, I’m holding you wide open. Your pussy lips are puffy and glistening because you are so wet for me that you’re dripping. Your gorgeous clit is so hard it’s poking out at me. Beckoning me. I want to taste you so badly,” Jace rasped. “But I won’t do it until you ask.”
Gazing through my legs I saw this magnificent Viking god, his granite-hard cock flush against his stomach. For me. His expression was ravenous, like he was literally starving to go down on me. I had a choice—act like a scared, shy little girl or embrace the sexy, erotic woman who this man had woken up months ago. I mean, he was naked in my bed right now. What was I waiting for?
“Please, Jace. Lick my pussy.” I begged, and as the words spilled out my walls contracted strongly in a sudden shudder of release.
“God damn, I will.” Jace sucked in air and buried his entire face in my folds, sucking and licking me through my orgasm, which seemed to keep rolling as he feasted on every inch of me.
“Oh my gawd!” I moaned, both hands clutching at his hair. He was unrelenting. I was unable to stop bucking and writhing with pleasure against his talented lips.
“I can’t wait another minute.” Jace raised up on his forearms, rolled on another condom, and slammed his cock into my soaking core, setting off a new round of tremors. With my legs firmly held wide by my palms, Jace drove into me relentlessly, riding my release until his entire face contorted into a beautiful grimace and then slackened when he came
