"Jace," Clary muttered, running her fingers through his short hair, trying to pull his head away from her slick folds. His teasing and licking was making her mind blur.
With a groan, Jace allowed Clary to drag his head to her mouth, stopping to plant wet kisses along her abdomen.
"I was a little busy, Clary," he murmured taking her mouth into his.
Clary smiled, "I want to be on top this time."
Without a moment's hesitation, Jace was lying underneath her warming mound, his hands planted firmly on her hips. Perfect, she thought smiling coyly at him, You're mine.