Amy
Having Jace on top of me in my bed while my mom is asleep on the couch just an earshot away makes me feel so dirty. I just sneaked a man into my room in the middle of the night. Jace quickly removes his shirt and discards it on the floor. His hard muscles stretch out of his body in a sexy masculine way. I bet he works out every day. My fingers itch to draw patterns on his hair dusted chest
“Seeing something you like?” he raises an eyebrow at me. I smile at him as he leans in closer toward me so I can have a better look. I run my fingers across his hard chest and sexy abs. He has a scar across his chest on the breast where his heart rests. It looks like a slash or scratch, I can’t tell. I trace it with my fingers and place my palm on it to feel his heart bit. It looks like someone wanted to pull out his heart. He places his hand over mine and I look at him.
“My heart beats for you, baby. I don’t think it could still beat if I lose you,” his voice is raw with emotion. I don’t know where that is coming from, but I readily believe what he says. This strong man in front of me surely has his past. A difficult past that he has squeezed his way through. This makes me want to embrace him and kiss his misery away.
I pull his face between my hands and kiss him. He pulls me closer to him and I wrap my legs around his waist. His chest hair feels ticklish on my nipples making them even more sensitive. I can feel how hard he is through his jeans. He trails wet feathery kisses from my lips down to my chin, neck, shoulders. Teasing and tasting. Awakening every cell of my body.
He pulls a nipple in his mouth and sucks. His teeth graze slightly and and blows cool air making it longer and harder. He gives the other nipple a similar treatment leaving me all wanton.
He trails kisses down to my navel and dips his tongue there. I can tell he is taking his time. He is taking everything slow and I just want to just enjoy the feel of him as he claims every inch of me.
“You are a fine fine taste, Amy,” he whispers against my groin. He dips his hand into the pyjama shorts and cups my sex in his palm.
“And I can’t wait to taste the whole of you,” he adds. His tone couldn’t be more lustful and sexy. I whimper at the loss of contact when he withdraws his hand to pull off the shorts.
“Hmmm,” he hums in appreciation.
“So beautiful. So wet. So mine,” he says between trailing kisses from my toes to the inside of my thighs. He ignores where I ache for him most and goes back up. He kisses me fully on the mouth in a very possessive kiss.
“I want to claim what is mine. Tonight,” he whispers against my lips.
“Jace,” I whisper nervously. He looks at me in the most lustful of looks.
“I have never done this before,” I say shyly. He gives me a confused look.
“I mean the sex,” I explain. He gives me a dimpled smile.
“Good thing. Now you are all mine,” he says with a proud grin and gives me a quick kiss. He does a quick work on removing his jeans and boxers. Oh, damn it he is huge. His cock bobs up and down as he comes to rest between my legs. He smirks when he catches me staring.
“You like?” he raises an eyebrow at me and I just lick my lips. He chuckles lightly and palms my pussy. He plays with my clit and inserts one finger into me.
“You are so ready for me. So tight,” he murmurs. I wiggle against him in need of more friction. He continues pumping his finger in and out of me. He removes it and presses himself at my entrance.
“This may hurt a little,” he warns me but I can’t bring myself to think while he rubs the head of his cock up and down my slit. He thrusts into me and I fill a tingle of pain.
“Are you okay?” he asks me.
“Yes. Please more,” I beg. He withdraws and thrusts into me, this time over and over again in the ancient rythmn. The feeling of having him inside me, stretching and filling me makes me feel so new. The way his eyes never leave mine and his hand gently caressing my breasts makes me feel like wishing this night would never end. And the way he whispers possessive things into my ears makes me want to offer myself to him: to be his so that he can use me as he pleases.
“Oh, god!” I moan.
“Shh. You don’t want your mom wondering what is happening up here, do you?” he gives me a sexy dimpled smile. I try swallowing my moans but it is so difficult. I want to scream out the pleasure that is building in my body. I can feel my insides clenching in a delicious way and my groin swelling, ready to explode with pleasure. Jace places his hand between our bodies and starts circling my insanely sensitive bud. Sweet heavens!
“Come for me my lovely,” he commands and my body responds immediately. I fall over my high in the most powerful orgasm. He follows me to his release and explodes into me in a deep moan while my mumbling my name incoherently. He collapses on top of me and rolls us over so that I am on top of him. I put my head on his chest and listen to his strong heartbeat. We stay like this for some time while trying to regain our balance. Our sweaty bodies stick together like glue and in my mind I wish we could never be separated. He pulls out of me and I whimper at the loss of him. My body feels empty without him.
“How are you feeling?” he inquires from me.
“Good,” I reply with a smile. “Better than I have ever felt.”
“Is that so?” he gives my back a gentle caress.
“Hmm,” I hum.
“You should go to sleep now. It is almost one in the morning,” he says. I close my eyes and Jace covers us with the duvet covers. He turns off the bedside lamp and whispers a good night to me. I’m too exhausted to respond. I fall into a peaceful dreamy sleep.
When I wake up, I feel too hot. I open my eyes and the light from the window is too bright. Jace is wrapped around me like a web and snoring slightly in my hair. The memories of last night flood back into my mind and I smile at my newest experiences. My lower body aches in a delicious way. I think I will be remembering the night for a good amount of time. I am not even scared for my lost virginity. I believe I have it to the right man. Mom will freak… wait, mom! Mom is downstairs. She must be awake. I need to go there before she starts wondering what I am still doing in bed at this hour. I slowly disentangle myself from Jace and take the sheet with me. Our clothes are scattered in a mess on the floor. I gather them and place them on the table near the wardrobe. Jace stirs and yawns. I stop running around and turn to look at him.
“Why are you in such a rush?” he asks. He gives me a cocky smile and props himself on one elbow. He is all naked in his glory. I want to look away and rush downstairs to meet my mother, but I can’t stop staring.
“Come back to bed. I miss you already,” his voice is very inviting. Though very tempting, I need to check on my mother.
“My mom is leaving in less than an hour. I need to check on her,” I grab my pyjama shorts from the pile of clothes.
“She can wait, you know. There is someone who craves your attention more here,” he is very distracting. I need to think straight. I throw the sheet at him and pull on my pyjama shorts.
“Those shorts look sexy on you. They bring out your ass very well,” he smirks and I almost walk into bed to swat his arm.
“I have to go now,” I say while throwing on my top. He chuckles lightly.
“You can come down stairs and meet her before she leaves,” I say before closing the door. I don’t hear his reply.
I find my mother I the kitchen already dressed up. She is drinking coffee from a mug with the leftover cookies from yesterday.
“Hi, mom. I am sorry I overslept,” I feel the need to justify the situation.
“It’s okay, dear. I understand,” she says with a secret smile playing on his face.
“What do you mean?” I wonder. Does she know that Jace is in my room? Did she hear or see him enter the house last night? Did she hear us having sex?
“I saw his boots near the door in the living room,” he says.
“Jace came here to see me last night after finishing his errands,” I confess.
“I see. He must have missed you so much that he had to come over in the middle of the night,” she says with a sweet smile that melts my nervousness.
“That is what he told me,” I say with a shy smile.
“He sounds like a sweet guy. Do I get to see him before I leave?” she asks while her eyes wonder up the stairs.
“I told him he could come and see you,” I tell her.
Jace walks down the stairs in his jeans and black shirt.
“Oh, he’s here,” I tell mom whose face breaks into a smile.
“He is such a hunk,” she whispers to me and I smile. Jace walks to mom and holds her hand.
“You must be Ms. Hermann. It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you,” he gives her a chaste kiss on her hand.
“And you must be Jace. You are such a fine gentleman,” my mother smiles at him.
“Oh, you are too kind,” Jace waves her off.
“I like your hair. It has just the same waves as Amy,” he continues fluttering her.
“It’s just the beauty of the family,” she touches her hair dramatically.
“Then Amy is lucky to have you as her mother. Such a beautiful woman. Are you sure you are not just her sister?” he raises a brow at her and she bursts into laughter. I watch the two as they continue their banter. They look like they have known each other for ever. It must be Jace’s charm. He must have charmed her just like her like he charmed me.