Page 107 of When Ben Loved Jace
“It’s a romantic gesture. I won’t be long. Just keep reading. I’ll be back before you know it.”
He kisses me and departs. I don’t continue my book though. Instead I go to the attached bathroom, where I get ready for a romantic gesture of my own. We didn’t sleep together on our wedding night. We’d gotten an early start that day, and by the time all of our guests had finally gone, we had to finish packing for this trip. Once we got into bed, we both promptly fell asleep. At least here, in the middle of nowhere, we can make up for it.
I’ve already taken a shower and gotten dressed again when Jace returns, his hands full of shopping bags.
“Okay,” he says, lowering the bamboo blinds to hide the dreary weather outside. “We’ve just landed on the island.” He goes to the thermostat to turn it up. Then he messes with his phone until Hawaiian music begins to play. “Could I get yours too please?”
“Sure!”
I hand him my phone, already amused. He uses it to summon up the sound of ocean waves.
“Be right back,” Jace says, before rushing into the bathroom.
He’s in there for a while. I hear rustling. When the door opens again, I can’t stop laughing, because Jace is wearing nothing but a grass skirt.
“Welcome to Hawaii,” he says, placing a lei made of pink flowers over my head. “We hope you’ll enjoy your stay. Can I offer you one of our local specialties?” He darts back into the bathroom and returns with a tray filled with pineapple chunks—probably from a can—a toothpick sticking out of each.
“Wow! How exotic!” I say while grinning. I take one and feed it to him before helping myself.
“If you get thirsty, I bought some coconut water as well. There’s a restaurant nearby that will deliver seafood when we’re ready.”
“You’re the best,” I say while shaking my head in disbelief. “Where did you get the grass skirt?”
“From one of those Halloween pop-up stores.” He rotates his hips for me, offering a tantalizing glimpse of what’s beneath.
“Wait, is that theonlything you’re wearing?”
“Why don’t you find out?” he suggests. “Be warned. Tourists have reported seeing a snake in the grass. Is there anyone brave enough to check?”
“Step aside, people,” I say, sauntering over to him. “I’m a professional snake charmer.” I begin humming the traditionalsong while tracing a finger across his chest, around each pink nipple, and then down the flat of his delectable stomach. I must have the magic touch, because the grass parts, the serpent revealed as Jace flexes his cock.
“Let’s see what else is in the nest,” I say, slipping my hand inside to fondle his balls. His cock rests on the underside of my arm as I do so, as steaming hot as any tropical environment.
Jace moans in appreciation before leaning forward to kiss me. Then he stops being passive, because when I try to drop to my knees, he catches me under the arms and shakes his head. That’s all it takes for me to submit to him completely. There’s nothing I want more than to give him what he wants. Jace undresses me, his lips rarely leaving mine. When he kneels to help me out of my jeans, he takes me into his mouth, his hands still working as his head bobs. Then he spins me around and buries his face between my butt cheeks. I intentionally fall forward onto the bed, placing my palms on the mattress, to make myself available to him. I’m ready to go!
Luckily, he always has better self-control in these situations. Jace backs off. When I turn around, the grass skirt is at his ankles. He gestures for me to come over to him. I eagerly comply. After another kiss, he turns sideways.
“Suck it for me.”
I bend over and do so, moaning with pleasure when he slides a finger wet with saliva into my hole. I encourage him by goingallthe way down. I’ve had a lot of practice over the years. I can deep throat him now, which is exactly what it takes.
Another finger joins the other and then a third as I slobber over his cock like a dog starving for a bone. I’m relieved when he doesn’t keep me waiting long.
“Get into bed,” he suggests.
We’re married now. It’s my duty to serve him faithfully! I crawl onto the mattress on my hands and knees. Jace gets behind me and rubs the head of his cock against my hole. I push against it and whimper when he slides inside. Then I cede control to him again, because he’s more reliable in these situations. Jace is careful, his thrusts shallow, as he slowly works his way deeper. Once he’s finally all of the way in, he falls forward, his fists hitting the mattress as his hips pump. I feel him kissing my back and my neck, his body pressing against mine.
“Lie down,” he says.
I settle onto the bed, turning my head to the side to watch. He lowers himself completely. I love how it feels to be pinned beneath his weight. Jace is still inside me, his hips moving in the slow rhythm that always drives me wild. Relief is especially far away, since I can’t really play with myself, although grinding against the comforter does feel good. Jace wraps an arm around my neck, the other beneath my chest, squeezing me tight as he whispers into my ear.
“I love you, Ben. And those hot little honey buns. You like how that feels? I’m gonna make you come so many times tonight.”
I know from experience that he’ll make good on that promise. Our sex life has only gotten better since we met. Trust has a lot to do with that. And familiarity. He knows what I like, and I’m always eager to please. I’m willing to give myself over to him completely. Whatever he wants, because when we’re like this, there is no separation between us. We become one.
“I can’t take it anymore,” I huff.
He doesn’t need me to explain. Jace pulls out. I roll over. He ducks as I do, so I can rest a leg on each shoulder. Then he moves forward for a kiss, raising my rump in the air in the process. He slides inside of me again. I don’t reach down. Neither does Jace, but he keeps looking at my dick in expectation, because it always makes him proud when he can make me come hands-free. I don’t intend to disappoint him.
