Page 84 of Dr. Stone
THIRTY-EIGHT
Andie
I straddled him,rolling my hips in slow circles, feeling his swollen length stretch and fill me, sparking a fire so deep I knew it would shatter me when I came. My hands pressed into his chest as I moved with purpose, the warm water sloshing around us. God, it felt so good to be back here again, having the upper hand during sex.
Jace’s head tipped back slightly, his eyes still locked on mine, his breath ragged but controlled. I traced the edge of his jaw with my fingers and brushed my lips against his to tease him. All I wanted was to drive him crazy—not just for the power of it, but because it was safer than asking if he still desired me the way he did on our first night.
I gave him a flirty smile with a soft moan after I maneuvered the tip of his cock deep inside me to hit that perfect spot. That’s when everything changed.
Jace’s gaze darkened, his hands clamped around my hips, firm and unyielding. His eyes were sharp and focused in a waythat made the breath catch in my throat. The only other time I’d seen him look at me like this was when I first showed up at his office to bring him lunch. The Dr. Stone expression—and fuck, it was hot as hell. He was locked on me, and God only knew where this would go now.
“You think you’re in control, gorgeous?” he said, voice low and dangerous. “Riding me like you own it, like you did that entire night I let you take over?”
Before I could answer, he gripped me tighter and lifted me off him like I weighed nothing. The water sloshed as he turned me around, pressing me forward so my elbows braced against the granite ledge and my chest dipped toward the view beyond the window.
I let out a moan of appreciation when I felt him push into me from behind. He was deep, firmly set inside me, and devastatingly perfect.
“I let you have control that first night,” he growled into my ear, while his hips began to move in a rhythm that made it impossible to think. “I let you tease me, ride me, and take what you wanted…”
He thrust harder, driving into me with enough force to make my body jolt forward while my moans grew louder.
“But tonight?” he said, flattening his palm against my lower back and holding me in place as his other hand slid between my thighs with expert precision. “Tonight, you’re mine. Not just your body. All of you.”
My mouth fell open, but nothing came out. Jace was raw, dominant as fuck, and I was unraveling under the way he took me.
“You feel it?” he rasped. “The way your body gives in to mine?” His voice dropped lower and his thrusts turned brutal, and I wanted more. “Like it remembers exactly where I’m meant to be.”
My legs started to tremble while I absorbed the pleasure Jace was bringing to life in me, all while being mesmerized by the view of the ocean stretched out before me. The moonlight glistened on black waves, and I couldn’t stop quaking after each possessive stroke.
Jace gently wrapped his hand around my throat, tilting my head back toward him. “Tonight, you’re going to come when I say, Andie. You’re going to be begging for it before I let you fall apart.”
My heart pounded while every muscle in my body seized with a strong current of electricity that threatened to explode. I had never felt more dominated…or more desired.
“Damn it,” I gasped, feeling the fire inside me searing and ready to burst. “Baby…”
“Let it build, gorgeous,” he said. “I want to feel you clenching me when you come.”
“Jesus,” I moaned, pleasure coiling tight inside me, pulsing like electric flickers.
“Fuck. Yes,” he panted.
I felt like cracking glass, slowly breaking apart as the orgasm built, wave after wave of sensation tearing through me. If he touched my aching clit right now, I’d shatter with or without his permission.
“Fuck. Now,” he growled. “Come for me, beautiful. Let me feel it.”
My body obeyed, shattering completely as my legs gave out. I cried out, pleasure ripping through me, and a heartbeat later, Jace followed with a deep, guttural groan. His hands clamped down on my hips as he spilled inside me, and I pushed back against him, feeling every pulse and jerk of his release.
We stayed like that for a breathless moment, both of us frozen in the aftershock, slick with sweat and steam as the ocean roared quietly beyond the window. I felt him exhale against myneck, and without a word, he slid his arms around me and lifted me into his chest.
I fell limp in the best way as he carried our dripping bodies from the bathroom and out to his master bedroom, where he lowered me onto the crisp duvet. Without trying, a spark brought me back to life, and I needed more.
I barely had time to catch my breath before he joined me on his massive bed. Jace slid into me again, his muscles still tense and raw, his eyes more focused than ever.
His hands moved slowly, gliding over my wet stomach, then down to my thighs, where he gently parted them. I sucked in a breath of satisfaction as his lips moved like lava, kissing the inside of my knee, then higher, carrying heat and need with every inch he claimed.
I used to hate the idea of a man going down on me, but after that first night on Jake’s yacht—the way Jace worshipped me—I craved it.
I gasped when he pressed his mouth to me, teasing at first, then deeper, proving he wanted my taste as much as I needed him there.
