“Fucking hell,” he muttered.
I squirmed on his lap as heat gathered between my thighs.
“Blaze,” he warned.
“I told you what your cursing does to me.”
Trace didn’t wait, he ducked his head, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. I pushed up on my knees, rising for more contact. My back arched as my lashes fluttered, and Trace hummed around the hard peak.
The sound sent the most delicious vibrations through me, as though that bundle of nerves had a direct line to my core. A rush of heat, wetness, and need pooled between my thighs.
Trace glided a hand up my inner thigh, teasing the sensitive skin until he reached the apex. He grazed his knuckles over my slit, groaning as he did. His fingers delved deeper. Teasing. Toying. Tempting. All as his lips pulled my nipple deeper into his mouth.
My back bowed as every nerve-ending drowned in Trace. His fingers, his lips, his tongue.
Those beautiful, thick fingers slid inside me, stretching as their callused tips teased. I shuddered, and Trace released my nipple, leaning back against the pillows. “Too much?”
I shook my head, my hair moving around my shoulders, the silky feel of it only making my skin pebble more. “Perfect.”
A smile tipped Trace’s lips as his fingers worked in and out of me. “Love watching you like this. Owning every part of your choices. Taking control of your pleasure.”
I shuddered again, his fingers lighting little quakes in me. But my hands reached down and searched for a hold on Trace’s shirt. I grabbed at the cotton, pulling it up and over, losing his fingers for a painful moment. But the loss for those handful of seconds only heightened the feeling when they returned.
And wasn’t that life? How losing things sometimes made you appreciate their existence all the more.
Trace’s fingers swirled inside me, making me whimper. I had to steady myself on his shoulders. My nails dug into taut muscles as those fingertips dragged down my inner walls.
“Don’t come,” he ordered. “I want to feel every flutter. Every pulse. I need to know what it is to drown in you.”
My eyes locked with his. “Please.” I needed to feel that. After all the tempting and teasing, the almosts and interruptions, I needed to know what it was to become one with this man. To haveallof him.
“I’ve had a checkup, and it’s been a long time for me,” Trace said, his eyes not straying from mine.
“I have, too, and I’m on the pill. I want to feel all of you. No more half measures.”
Trace’s hips flexed as he lifted himself and pulled his pajamas down. My hand moved on instinct, wrapping around his thick length and stroking, once, twice, a third time.
“Ellie,” Trace growled. “You undo me.”
I dropped my mouth to his. “Lose yourself in me instead.”
Trace’s fingers were gone in a flash. His hands gripped my hips, but there were no forceful movements, not even a guiding suggestion. Instead, he let me take the lead as he looked into my eyes. “Your show. Your life. Whatever you need.”
Emotion clogged the back of my throat. The way this man saw every last piece of me and let them all shine. Let them all be whatever they needed to be.
As I sank onto Trace, my eyelids fluttered. I was nearly overwhelmed by the sheer stretch. But I didn’t let myself miss a single thing. The scent of Trace all around me. The way his fingers tightened on my hips. How it felt to finally have him filling me.
“Don’t steal those eyes from me, Blaze. Need to see you. All of you. Need to see that light green catch fire.”
My eyes flew open at his words, connecting with his dark green depths. There was something about us sharing that color. How we were two sides of the same coin. The light and the dark. Balancing each other and coming together to create something neither of us could’ve done alone.
I rose slightly and then lowered again, this time not losing Trace for a second. He joined me there, hips flexing and helping me find a rhythm that was ours alone. The light and dark swirling together.
Trace’s thumb circled my nipple, and then his fingers twisted the hard peak. It was as if someone had lit a sparkler above my head,and all the tiny flickers of light and flame danced across my skin. My body moved quicker now, the stretching glide nearly pulling me under.
But I never lost those dark green eyes. “Please,” I begged.
“Need more, Blaze?”