Page 132 of When You Had Me Adapting

The vibrations intensify and he leans over. “Come for me,” he whispers against my skin. His breath is warm on my neck and his hand firm on my thigh.

He increases the vibrator’s intensity one last time and my fingers dig into his leg. Without warning his lips find mine and he swallows the scream threatening to escape as I fall.

My head is still spinning when he breaks our kiss. I watch as he turns the remote off, making the vibrations disappear. Then, he slips the remote back into his pocket, as if nothing happened.

I glance up at our driver, who’s bopping along to the music, completely oblivious to what we did in the back of his car. We ride the rest of the way in silence. Jace draws teasing circles on my thigh and I match his movements with my own on his. Every now then, I let my hand graze his crotch. Each time I do, his jaw tightens and his Adam’s apple bobs up and down. He’s rock hard and while I should be completely satisfied, the toy left me wanting more.Wanting him.By the time we arrive at the hotel my body is aching for another release.

The tension that fills the air between us matches the tightness in my core. We step out of the car and practically sprint into the hotel. We manage to make it into the elevator before the tension completely bursts. He pushes me up against the wall of the elevator as soon as the doors close. The bag and shoes I’m holding fall to the ground. I wrap my leg around the back of his, pulling him into me. Our mouths meet in a heated kiss. Our tongues tangle and our teeth clash. His hands and mouthare everywhere, except for where I want them to be. My nails dig into his back. “Fuck, tonight was hot,” he says. “You.”

He kisses my shoulder.

“Are.”

His tongue draws a line up the side of my neck. The feeling is dizzying.

“So.”

His teeth graze my ear.

“Fucking.”

His breath sends goosebumps across my body.

“Sexy.”

His mouth finds mine again, and I lean my head back, letting him take the kiss deeper. The ring of the elevator door interrupts us, and he pulls away. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths that match mine. I collect my bag and shoes. We make our way down the hall to the room, both looking a tad disheveled.

I fumble to find the card key in my bag. The door barely shuts before he picks me up moving me toward the king size bed in the center of the room. My legs wrap around his waist and I grind into him desperate for the right amount of friction. He sets me down and spins me around. His fingers trace along my zipper and he plants kisses along my neck as he unzips my dress. I let it fall to the floor.

Stepping out and kicking it to the side, I turn to face him in only my lace thong. His eyes darken as they rake over my body. My hands find his tie and I begin to undo the knot. I work quickly undoing the buttons of his shirt and his pants.

His lips find mine again in a desperate kiss and when he’s finally completely naked, I break away letting my eyes and hands explore his body. Every bit of this man is toned. My hands explore until I find his long, hard shaft. I take him in my hands and stroke causing him to moan my name.

“Pixie,” he says through heavy breaths. “Let me make you feel good.” His voice is deep and rough. Dropping to his knees, he carefully removes my thong and the tiny vibrator, casting it aside.

“Eyes on me,” he says. The glow of the moonlight barely seeps through the curtains into the dark room. He looks up at me and swipes his thumb over my most sensitive spot causing my whole body to jerk. My fingers weave in his hair and my hips thrust forward again as he presses his lips on the inside of my right thigh.

“You did so good tonight,” he says in between kisses. My whole body reacts to his words and his praise. “Do you know how sexy you are when you come apart for me like that?” He plants another kiss on the inside of my left thigh. “How many times I thought about pulling you away and tasting you like I did in that bar?”

“I wish you had,” I say.

He stands and pulls me on to the bed, so I’m straddling him. His hands smooth over my hips, pulling me against his thick length and causing me to press against him. We both let out a moan. “You’re so fucking wet,” he says, grinding against me again. His hands move up my body and cover my breasts. He circles one of my nipples with his thumb and then pinches it gently between his fingers. My breath hitches.

“You like when I play with you like this?” he asks.

“Yes,” I breathe out.

He continues to play while I grind down on him.

“Sit on my face. I’ve been craving your sweet cunt all night.”

“Such a filthy mouth,” I tease, moving up his body. I position myself over his face, grabbing onto the headboard in front of me. He takes my hips in both hands pulling me down and covering my pussy with his mouth. His tongue flicks against my clit and I grind into his face.

His hands grab my ass and one of his fingers finds my asshole. He circles it gently. Surprised by how good it feels, I sit up a little straighter and unintentionally pull away from his mouth.

“Is this okay?” he asks. “If it’s not, I’ll stop.” We both freeze.

“No, I like it,” I say. “You just surprised me.”

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