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He groaned, the vibration against my skin making the orgasminch closer, and then he thrust his tongue inside of me. I quivered, gasping at the sensation as he moved it several times before returning to the apex of my sex.
Throwing my head back, I caught a glimpse of us in the mirror again. More specifically, at Jace’s body beneath me, my legs spread wide over his face while he feasted on me.
“Just like that,” I said breathlessly, tangling my fingers in his hair. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t stop. He circled and circled until finally, the orgasm crashed around me. Around his mouth. Around his face.
And I cried out his name. “Jace!”
Holding my thighs, he kept me there until the last ripple broke free.
When it was over, he smiled.
“Get a condom, Trouble.”
A condom. Right. Glad he remembered because, dear Lord, I wouldn’t have. When I tell you I ran to his nightstand, I actually ran, ripped open that package, and rolled that protection on fast. Back on the table, I lined him up at my entrance.
And sank down.
Jace’s fingers pressed into my thighs so hard, it might bruise, but I took all of him in. And then I began to rock.
The table threatened us, swaying slightly, so I eased my movements, pulling up and pressing down rather than slamming, all while rocking back and forth. At the same time, Jace filled me, stretched me, and hit every bundle of nerves both inside and out in the most unimaginably delicious way. I was having the absolute best sex of my life with this man, and I never wanted it to end. He made me feel so … at ease. Comfortable. Sexy. Protected …
“You feel so damn good,” Jace said.
“What would you do to me?” I wondered aloud, rocking and feeling a fresh climax growing in my pulsing sex. “If I was blindfolded, what would you do to me?”
I placed his hands on my breasts, welcoming the squeeze.
“First, I’d lay you on the bed.” Jace pulled my nipples betweenhis thumb and finger, pinching them with a bite. “I’d glide an ice cube all over your skin and lick up the droplets of water. The ice cube would glide over your folds, and I’d taste that, too, before I’d pleasure you with my tongue.”
Oh my …
“If you let me,” he continued, “I’d straddle your face and claim your mouth. Deep and hard.”
My movements intensified, my sex warming impossibly hotter with each of his words.
“Then I’d flip you over and take you from behind. I’d hold your head to the mattress and pin your arm behind your back until you screamed through your orgasm.”
“Jace!” I moaned, my body coiling tight as his words painted vivid pictures in my mind.
“That’s it, baby.”
The orgasm hit like a tidal wave: powerful, overwhelming, all-consuming. My legs trembled so violently, I could barely move, my inner walls clenching around him in rhythmic pulses. Sensing my complete surrender, Jace took over, his hips rising to meet mine, driving deeper with each thrust.
“I’m close,” he growled, his breathing ragged beneath the blindfold.
I circled my hips, the movement sending fresh sparks of pleasure through my already-sensitive body. His fingers dug into my thighs as he thrust upward one final time. I felt him pulsing inside me as I clenched around him again, our releases perfectly synchronized, like we’d been lovers for years instead of hours. The intensity left us both gasping, sweat-slicked bodies pressed together, hearts racing.
For several long moments, we remained frozen in that position, neither willing to break the spell. His chest rose and fell, our breathing gradually slowing. The blindfold had slipped slightly, revealing just a sliver of his piercing eyes.
I could stay here all day, I realized. In this room, on this table,with this man I barely knew but whose body was starting to feel like home.
“Shit,” he breathed, finally breaking the silence.
Indeed.
“Baby, you can blindfold me anytime.”
