Page 108 of Touch Me

I can’t tell if he is being serious or sarcastic with that last line, but either way, the fact that he didresearchto please me has my heart in my throat.

“You know, not everything in those videos is realistic.” He kneels in front of me and rips my pants down my legs. I brace myself on his shoulders while he lifts each leg and removes the pants, leaving my high heeled shoes on. “Like when they 69. It looks pleasing to the eye, but if each individual was doing their job properly, the other wouldn’t be able to concentrate enough to reciprocate.”

Kissing his way up my thigh, Jace leaves a trail of fire in his wake, cups my ass in his hands, and buries his face in my underwear. My head tips back, and a moan escapes my throat. When he pulls my underwear down enough to expose me, he licks me from bottom to top. My hands find his hair and fist it while he licks me over and over again.

“And sex up against a wall isn’t really feasible. The guy has to concentrate so much on holding his partner up, and the girl has to concentrate too much on holding on.” Jace pushes one ankle out to widen my stance and draws my clit into his mouth. “I don’t think either person could get lost in the moment enough for the sex to be enjoyable or effective.” I bite my lip and moan deep in my throat. “It looks hot but it’s not very realistic.”

Jace pushes me backward until my knees hit the bed, and I’m forced to sit. Sliding my panties down my legs, he tosses them over his shoulder with a grin, and I lean back on my hands as he raises my legs, one at a time, placing them over his shoulders. With one hand, he urges me back to a lying position, and with the other, he strokes my clit with his thumb.

He places soft kisses all over my upper thighs and across my hips, still slowly stroking me, spreads me open, and takes one long lick from my core to my clit. My legs fall to the bed, and I fist the sheets as he circles my opening with his tongue, lapping me up.

I try to angle my hips down to direct him where I want him, and he chuckles. “I know what you need. Greedy.”

“I’m normally a very patient person,” I moan. “You know, in case you’re keeping a girlfriend star chart or something.”

“Got it. Gold star for Cassie in the patience department.”

He moves his tongue to the apex of my thigh and bites softly, kissing the sting away. “But now is different.” He runs his tongue from one hip, across my pubic bone, to the other hip. “Ahh.” I raise my hips up to meet his tongue, but he just barely skims my sensitive bundle of nerves before fleeing to the other side.

“Different how?” he asks.

I look at him, face inches from delivering pure bliss, and he grins.

“There is a sense of urgency in this particular situation.” I watch as he darts his tongue out, ghosts it across my clit, only to retreat and plant kisses on either side.

I grab the handful of sheets I have and pull myself down the bed. Jace chuckles and locks his mouth in suction over my clit, flicking his tongue up and down, fingers circling my entrance before slipping inside.

“Fuck, Jace.”

I grab a handful of hair as he licks and sucks until my legs are shaking. Tightening my hold on his hair, I start to thrust into his face, and he slips another finger in, making me clamp my legs to the sides of his head. He pumps faster with his fingers while sucking my clit into his mouth, and my hips come off the bed as I feel my insides tingle and pulse.

“Don’t stop. Fuck.”

He keeps the same rhythm, my vision goes white, and I explode chanting his name. I come back to myself as Jace plants soft kisses on my hips and thighs. Then he clamps an arm over my waist and dives back in.

“No, Jace, I can’t.”

“You can.” His fingers resume their position, deep inside, and massage that spot. “You will.”

My traitorous hips pump and thrust on his mouth while he licks and sucks me like I’m the only thing he craves, using his teeth and grazing my clit as the pressure builds.

“Ahh, Jace.”

“C’mon, Cassie. Give it to me again.”

I throw my head back into the pillow, and my hands go to my nipples, squeezing and pulling. I pull my feet up and rest the heels of my shoes on Jace’s shoulders. He hisses in a breath and attacks my pussy, sucking like it’s the only sustenance he needs. My hips come off the bed, heels digging into his skin, and I rapidly thrust until I feel the quake of my orgasm building.

Jace grabs my ankles, holding them in place and eats me until I’m a quivering, moaning mess, moving with abandon. He growls deep in his chest and the vibration sends me over the edge. I burst into a million pulsing pieces. Jace rides out my orgasm with his mouth glued to my core, softly licking up and down.

When I piece myself back together, Jace is ripping his clothes off with a predatory gleam in his eyes. He holds his hand out, and I raise up and scoot to the end of the bed, giving him my hand. I notice the scrapes on his shoulders from my shoes and gasp.

“Oh no. Jace, I’m so sorry.” I reach a hand out to soothe the redness and he whips me around, pins me up against the wall and leans his forehead down to mine.

“Don’t fucking apologize.”

He grabs me under the arms and hoists me up, my legs circling his waist and arms wrapping around his neck. Jace thrusts his hips into mine, and I feel his cock slide through my already dripping wet center. Bracing a knee against the wall, he reaches down to line himself up and slams into me. Fucking me hard and deep—my head falls back, hitting the wall, and a deep moan escapes my throat.

“Not realistic, huh?” Jace holds me up with one arm while the other grips the back of my neck as he pulls me into a kiss.

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