Page 138 of When You Had Me Adapting

Our mouths meet in a passionate kiss full of love and desire. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me tight against her.My hand weaves in her hair. I tug slightly causing her to let out a moan. We get lost in each other completely forgetting where we are. My hands run up her legs and move over her hips. I pull her towards me and she grinds forward. Moving up her body, I find the small strap of her dress and push it down her shoulder. I plant kisses across her collarbone, sucking gently on her pulse point. She lets out a whimper and her body erupts in goosebumps.

Her hands run through my hair and then down my back. My cock hardens and she grinds forward again. “Make love to me,” she pleads through heavy breaths. “I need you. I don’t want to wait until later. I want you now.”

I let out a low chuckle. “You want me that bad, baby? Want me to fuck you in this house that’s going to be ours?”

“Yes,” she says. I plant kisses back up her neck and across her jawline until our mouths meet again. My fingers run up her thighs until they find the thin fabric.

“My God, you’re so fucking wet. So ready for me.” She leans back on both arms. The hem of her dress is bunched around her waist revealing her sheer black underwear. I move them to the side and swipe up her center, making her shutter. Her head falls back and her eyes close. I push a finger in and hit her most sensitive spot. Lacey’s hips thrust forward.

“More. Give me more,” she begs.

“So fucking needy,” I say pushing a second finger inside. Her body clenches around me as I work her and she cries out my name. My thumb finds her clit and I rub slow, purposeful circles. Her hips jolt forward.

“You look so pretty letting me fuck you with my fingers like this,” I praise her and she lets out a moan. Her hooded eyes find mine and I increase the pace. I press my thumb against the sensitive bud of nerves and then she falls. Liquid rushes around my fingers. I move my hand to her mouth and she cleans herselfoff of me. Her eyes stay locked on mine as her tongue swirls around.

“Good girl.” Her lips tip into a sexy half-smile. Her hands work down my body finding the button and zipper of my shorts. She undoes them quickly, pushing them and my boxers over my hips, so they drop to the floor.

I pull her forward, sliding her panties to the side again, and push into her. She takes me so well and the moan she lets out when I’m fully inside of her threatens to end our fun prematurely.

I drive into her over and over. Our movements are in perfect rhythm. The rise and fall of our breaths sync. My lips find her rapid pulse and I suck on her skin.

“Fuck… yes… Jace… God…” Her words are like a chant encouraging me to continue. My hands find her ass lifting her slightly to help us find more friction.

“I’m close. Come with me, pixie.” I push my hips forward and we both find our release. Our mouths meet again as we ride out our orgasms together.

“Shit,” she says, trying to catch her breath. “That was really fucking hot. We should definitely have sex in semi-public places more often.”

I let out a laugh. “I didn’t realize exhibitionism was a kink of yours,” I say, stepping back and buttoning my shorts.

“It never was before, but I’m into it.” She laughs and uses her legs to pull me closer.

“I love you,” I say, kissing her.

“I love you too.”

“We’re going to need to get you cleaned up.” I look around the kitchen trying to locate paper towels and find none.

“There might be some toilet paper in the bathroom,” she suggests.

“Good idea. Hold tight and I’ll be right back.” I move across the house. My footsteps echo throughout the empty space. I return with a roll of toilet paper and clean her up. Helping her off the counter, she stands wrapping her arms around my neck. She pulls me in for another quick kiss before disappearing down the hall. She adjusts her dress as she moves and then disappears into the bathroom.

“Fuck, Jace,” she yells.

I move toward her quickly, not exactly sure what she’s freaking out about.

“You gave me a fucking hickey,” she says, glaring at me as I enter the bathroom. She looks back in the mirror and examines the red mark on her neck.

I start to laugh. “Stop,” she whines. “I have to work tomorrow.” Her face breaks into a wide grin and then she starts to laugh too.

“Can’t you put some makeup on it or something?”

“Maybe,” she says, looking at it again. She turns to face me. “So, you think this is like when you break something at the store and then you have to buy it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like if you fuck in a house, do you have to buy it?”

“What they don’t know won’t hurt them,” I chuckle. “Why, are you having second thoughts?”

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