Warning: this contains a lot of passion and rather explicit language so if you don't like reading something like that, I suggest not to read the following story ;)
"Just to be clear: this doesn't mean I started liking you Jace Wayland." I said, looking at the guy who was standing in front of me. He leant against my cream-colored wall, completely at ease as he was taking in the entire room... including me. "Who said anything about liking anyone?" he said as he broke loose of the wall and walked up to me. "I don't want you to like me..." he continued, his voice low and sexy, his steps slow as a hunter creeping to his prey. "I just want you to..." at this moment, he had come so close that I could feel the heat of his breath on my face... and smell his delicious scent. I pretty much fainted. "... have sex with me." His eyes were bluntly seductive, his voice soft and husky. I couldn't speak. I was completely frozen, my brains processing everything but unable to react. All the time I had tried to avoid Jace, push him away and ignore him, afraid that he would hurt me, but I couldn't lie any longer to myself. He did something to me... I didn't know how or why, but I was extremely drown to him, and I didn't care anymore about what my brains said. I craved him... I craved him so damn hard. And if any other guy had dared to speak these words to me, I would have slapped him in the face and turn away, but with Jace, that was impossible. I just couldn't decline the invitation...
I didn't know how it happened, I couldn't even say when exactly it happened or who even started, but all of a sudden his lips were on mine and my hands were tangled in his hair. His hands were like fire, heating my skin everywhere he touched me, but at the same time soft and gentle, caressing me in ways I could have never dreamed. He pushed me backwards, and we stumbled a bit until he backed me against the table. He lifted me up and placed me on the table, his legs between mine and his lips never leaving me. I clenched my legs around his waist, pulling him even closer as I leaned back, slowly laying down on my dining table. My hands wanted to discover every inch of his body, his muscled shoulders, his perfectly shaped chest, his flat stomach,... But even in a -very heated- moment like this, I still got some self-consciousness and shame left, so I just played with the lower edge of his t-shirt, silently asking him for more. Without words he knew what I was saying, because he enveloped my small hands with his and leaded them under his t-shirt. As I felt his bare heated skin under my fingers, the last rests of restraint disappeared into thin air. My fingers started trailing across his skin, feeling his hard muscles, but my hands faltered for a moment as he laid his hands on my bare waist, just inches above my jeans. A shiver ran trough my body, and I gave him with my eyes permission to go further. At the same time as his hands moved up, his lips went down, placing kisses in my neck and driving me completely insane. We were both panting, and I couldn't stop a moan as he sucked on that place right under my ear. I arched my back automatically, and pulled him up, kissing him even more passionate than before. I sucked his lower lip, tasting him and making him groan, and I whispered "Bedroom. Now." He happily obliged, taking me in his arms and holding my legs that were clenched around his waist.
Heavily breathing I directed him to my room, and as we entered he practically threw me onto the bed. Passion had turned us into primeval creatures, but I didn't even mind our rough, harsh movements. I didn't mind it that he was practically tearing of my clothes, because I was doing the same with him. I didn't care that he enveloped me in an embrace that almost took my breath, because it still wasn't close enough. I wasn't distracted by his loud groaning, because I grew high on the idea that I was the one making him, and he made me moan just as loud...
Jace was everywhere, his lips and hands driving me insane, and as more clothes fell on the floor, our desire for each other only grew. It felt like we were the only ones alive, absorbing in the other and not caring about the rest of the world... For a moment, it was just us, and for that moment everything was perfect.
Oh, and pleaaase tell me what you thought about this, because I'm not sure if this is fine or rather pretty crappy :p Either way, tell me, so I can improve or -worst case scenario- just stop writing :p xoxo N.