He takes it slowly, ignoring my insistent cries and the way I’m pulling at his hair in an effort to get him to speed up.
“No, Trace. Slow. We’re making love,” he growls, switching to my untouched breast and torturing that bud with tiny bites and flicks of his tongue that I feel all the way to my clit where its swollen and pulsing between my folds.
I’m almost insensate with want and begging him to do something, anything, to ease the pain beating at my sheath when he gives one last lick to my swollen nipples and moves down, till he reaches my dripping folds and the little nub begging for his touch.
Jace was not kidding when he said slow, and I find this out when he starts gently licking down the outer lips of my labia before moving inward and repeating the process on the pink, inner folds cradling my nub.
“Jace! Uh, please. Please stop teasing me,” I plead, pulling at his hair when all he does is grin and swipe through my cleft, licking and sucking at the moisture gathered there for him.
“Mine to enjoy, Trace, and mine to make love to,” he growls again, making me groan and regret the other day when I insisted that we have sex and just get it over with.
It seems the man is hell bent on torturing me for that when he uses his thumbs to open me and sets his mouth directly over my entrance to suck at my sheath.
He keeps it up for so long that I’m crying real tears before he rears up over me and lines the head of his dick up with my portal.
“Love. Always love.” He groans, pushing in slowly so that I feel every inch of him filling me.
Jace is a big man, in every way, and I’m almost bursting. Once he fills me completely, breathing heavily, he gives me time to accustom myself to his girth and fit.
“Do you feel me, Trace? Do you feel how perfectly we fit together, babe? This is my body—mine—just as I am yours and only yours.”
I cry out and clutch at him, needing to see his eyes when he pulls out and thrusts back with a force that steals my breath and leaves me reeling with pleasure.
I’m thrusting back, too, though his size is not completely comfortable to accept after four years of celibacy. I love it, though, love every pleasure- and pain-filled moment of it till my body finally adjusts and lets off another stream of moisture to make his glide smoother.
We keep the pace slow, measured, and intense and never stop staring into each other’s eyes, not even when we both lose control and start fucking each other like wild animals.
This is what I wanted, what I needed the other day. It’s hard and raw and so intimate, and yet it’s not just sex as he reaches down and starts rubbing at my clit, pushing me hard and fast towards climax.
No, this is love I feel as he keeps stroking till I finally feel myself explode and contract around his still shuttling dick, my sex so tight and hot, it’s almost too much pleasure to bear.
The orgasm goes on as he keeps thrusting and rubbing at my nub and I’m senseless with bliss by the time I feel him stiffen above me and roar out his own release, his sex sputtering and shooting waves of warmth deep inside me.
When the pulses finally ebb and I’m able to open my eyes and focus again, it’s to meet his softly smiling eyes and the look of love I’d missed so long.
“I love you, Tracy. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Jace. Always.”
***
Jace
“I don’t want her to know. She’s already dealing with her father and that rat ex of hers. She does not need to know any of this and you know it,” I argue, glaring at Jared when the fool tries to talk over me.
“Jace, man, be reasonable. This is her job we’re talking about. She needs to report back to her superiors, and if she doesn’t let them know this she could face disciplinary action,” Miah rushes to say before I can cut him off, too.
“I don’t care, man. She’s not staying in the Bureau, anyway, so what does it matter?”
I don’t want her knowing what we just discovered about her father and mother, and not only because it would hurt her to discover that her mother is not the person she thought she was, but because I don’t want to burst the bubble she’s been in the last two days.
“Anyway, why would she need to report this to them? It’s not a matter of—”
“You know how this works. Any and all intel is to be reported, Jace. I think she deserves that opportunity to decide what she does and does not want to tell her people.”
“They are not her people! They’re holding her hostage till she gets them what they want,” I yell, running a hand through my hair as it all just sinks in.
I’ve had the best three days of my life as I reconnected with Trace and established that bond we shared before. It’s not the same, but I never expected it to be with the ways in which she’s changed and grown as a person. Honestly? I think I like this version more because she is less willing to take shit and never hesitates to call anyone out when she thinks they are wrong.