I kissed him back, I couldn’t help it, I didn’t try.
We kept kissing then his mouth moved along my cheek, to my ear, his tongue traced its curve. His hand left my breast and trailed down, over my bel y, between my legs then he cupped me there.
“Tel me what you want,” he murmured in my ear, his deep voice already rough.
“Touch me,” I whispered.
He touched me, his fingers pressing in, finding me immediately. I moaned and started to breathe heavily, my mouth open, Mace’s lips and tongue at my neck.
I pressed my h*ps into his lap and nuzzled. He made a noise that came deep from his throat and vibrated against my neck.
I twisted my head again and we kissed, hotter, deeper, his fingers playing me over my undies. I quit kissing and started panting.
His fingers moved away.
“What do you want?” he asked against my mouth.
I didn’t delay, I couldn’t and I didn’t try.
“I want you inside me.”
His thumb went into the side of my panties, pul ing them up over my bandage and yanking them down to just above my knees. He positioned and entered me.
God, it was beautiful.
My neck twisted the whole time so I was facing him, his hand came back to my breast, his thumb and finger teasing my nipple, our mouths together, alternately kissing and breathing, my h*ps pressed into his as he thrust into me.
I got close but held back.
“Kitten,” he muttered. He felt it, he knew it, he didn’t like it.
He never did, he always wanted me to let go.
I always wanted to wait for him.
“Are you close?” I breathed.
He didn’t answer, instead he demanded, “Stop holdin’
back.”
“I want it to happen with you,” I told him.
His hand left my breast, went between my legs, his fingers pressed and circled.
I gasped his name, his mouth ground down on mine and he drove into me deep right before I came.
I was dazed and stil coming down when, mouth stil on mine, his strokes going deeper, faster, I knew he was close, his voice now hoarse, he said, “Christ, you feel sweet. No one f**kin’ sweeter.”
It was again something I suspected he didn’t mean to say out loud but I was beginning to think Mace didn’t do anything he didn’t mean to do. A different kind of warmth spread over me in a thick layer on top of my happy post-orgasm-Mace-stil -inside-me feel.
Then his breath caught, he shoved his face in my neck, he slammed in deep and I heard and felt him let out a heavy sigh.
When he was done, he settled behind me, his arm wrapped around my bel y and he didn’t pul out.
I blinked slowly.
Then I realized it had happened again.