Jace leaned over Clary and kissed her back and shoulders gently as she came down from her high. He still couldn't believe she was really here with him. He slid onto the bed beside her, kissing her temple as he pulled her completely relaxed body into his arms.
"Wow. Jace, that was… thank you," Clary's breathing was still a little erratic and Jace could feel her pulse thundering as he held her against him. He chuckled. That was a new reaction for him. He couldn't remember ever being thanked before. Not like that. "We're not… I mean, we can still…" Clary sighed contentedly, "I just need a minute. I feel like jello. I don't know if I could move right now even if the bed was on fire," she admitted. "I've never been so relaxed in my entire life."
Jace chuckled again. Clary was still lying on her stomach where she had collapsed after crying out his name. He decided that was his new favorite sound. He still loved her laugh, but he loved the sound of his name leaving her lips even more. She'd been so quiet up until that point, he'd wondered if she was going to remain silent the entire time. Sure she made a couple small sounds when she found something he did particularly enjoyable, but nothing like the commotion his neighbors usually complained about when he brought a woman home. It was probably a good thing though, because one small whimper from her had almost been enough to make him cum on himself like he hadn't done since he was about twelve and discovered porn on his laptop.
Clary finally managed to move enough to turn her head toward him, and Jace tenderly brushed back the curls that were clinging to the sheen of sweat on her forehead. Jace wished he had a camera. Of all the expressions he'd ever seen on his redhead this had to be the most beautiful. It was a look of absolutely blissful contentment, and if he'd thought she was a gorgeous woman before, he now realized she looked more like a goddess. He couldn't imagine anything on this earth that could compare with her beauty at this moment.
"You're so beautiful," Jace said softly. Keeping his fingers against her skin, he lightly followed the path of her hair behind her ear and along her neck, over her shoulder and down her arm, enjoying the feel of her shiver against him at his touch. His compliment also brought back that Clary pink blush he loved so much, and Jace realized he finally had a chance to see how deep the blush really went. Using his left hand, Jace gently rolled Clary so she was facing him on the bed. He realized then that while he'd removed the bottom half of her clothes when he'd left the bed earlier, she was still wearing her top, and it couldn't be comfortable the way it was all tangled around her midsection. He made himself a mental note to be more considerate next time instead of being in such a hurry to pleasure her that he didn't take the time to properly undress her.
Clary was watching him now and Jace had no idea what she was thinking, but her body remained flushed while he reached out to unhook the many fastenings that held her into her top. He had his answer to the blush question. It seemed there was no part of her skin that didn't turn that shade when she got embarrassed. He couldn't figure out what on earth she had to be embarrassed about. She was perfect.
He looked up to ask her, but the look on her face rendered him speechless. His fingers stumbled on the hooks as he took her in. She was staring at him. Her eyes, which had always struck him as big and beautiful, seemed to be even bigger and darker than usual. She had caught the left side of her bottom lip in her mouth, the same way she had when he first took her nipple in his mouth. Jace hadn't really thought of removing her top as anything sexual at all. He had merely been doing it to make her more comfortable as she relaxed by his side, but the blush on her skin and the look on her face said she was thinking of it as something else entirely.
Jace swallowed hard. He thought he had wanted Clary before. If someone had asked him even five minutes ago if it was possible for anyone to want anything more than he wanted his redhead he would have told them there was no way. He also would have been wrong. Watching her watch him, with this indescribable expression on her face, he felt his desire for her grow to all new heights. He'd never been so hard in his life. It was almost painful. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think about anything else. It was all he could do to stay still and complete the task at hand. He finally released the last clasp from it's hook, and her top fell away onto the bed.
Then Clary was moving. Still with that same expression. Still with those big dark eyes. She was pushing Jace onto his back and rolling to kiss him. The position they were in now actually reminded him of the way they had been when he'd woken at the hotel. She was half against his side and half on top of him, only this time she was doing it intentionally. Now she was awake, and she was stretching her neck up to kiss him while her hand reached down to rub him through his slacks.
He was straining towards her, willing there to be nothing between them. As if she could read his mind, Clary let go of him just long enough to undo his button and zipper and push his pants down as he kicked his legs to rid himself of them. She then grabbed him again, leaving only his boxers as a barrier between them now. Why was she toying with him? Why hadn't she just removed those too? They were still kissing fiercely, as if neither of them would survive if their mouths parted. Their last kisses had started out timid and become passionate, but there was nothing timid about this kiss. Clary had started out taking charge, and Jace had no complaints.
Clary moved so fast, Jace didn't even realize what was happening. One second they were kissing and she was running her hand along the outside of his boxers and what seemed like the very same second she had flipped herself completely around and onto her hands and knees, pulled his boxers down just enough to free the part of him that was straining against them and completely taken him into her sweet wet mouth.
The tongue that had moments ago been dancing with his was now swirling around his throbbing cock and Jace had never in his life felt anything better. "God, Clary," he breathed. "Oh Goooodddd," he shuddered.
"Am I hurting you?" Clary asked, turning her head back to look at his face, worriedly.
Was this girl for real? "God, no! It feels…" Jace didn't get the chance to tell her how it felt, because as soon as she realized he wasn't in pain she'd turned back to what she'd been doing and taken him even deeper than she had before, allowing him to go past where it should have been humanly possible for her to take him. During the brief time her mouth had left him to ask if he was okay, Clary had managed to run her hand up and down the length of him. She was using that now wet hand to gently massage his balls as she continued to swirl that magical tongue all around him.
Jace had been sure no woman would ever measure up to that dream he'd had in the hospital chair, but Clary managed to prove him wrong and quite literally surpass his wildest dreams.
The position Clary was now in was perfect for Jace to touch her. Her knees were to the side of Jace's chest, leaving her perfect ass in the air right next to him. She was propped up on one arm while her mouth and other hand gave special attention to the places he wanted it most.
He reached for her folds. He was hoping to play with her while she played with him so she could get excited too and he could finally be inside her, but he found she was already far wetter even than she had been earlier. Did giving him a blow job really turn her on? She really was the perfect woman. She moaned as his fingers found her most sensitive spot and the hum of her lips and throat against him were almost his undoing. He began circling with his finger as she continued to take him in and out of her mouth, making delightful noises against him.
"God! Clary! I'm not going to be able to hold on much longer if you keep doing that. Don't you want me inside you?" Jace panted out between breaths.
"Condoms?" Clary asked. Jace reached into the nightstand and pulled one out. He was expecting to put it on himself, so he was pleasantly surprised when Clary grabbed it from his hand and rolled it onto him. He was even more surprised when she abruptly got to her feet and lowered herself onto him. Jace knew he was well endowed, so he expected to need to take it slow, but both he and Clary were so excited and so worked up and she was so damn wet he seemed to slide right into her like it was where he was made to be. And God help him. It felt SO. DAMN. GOOD.
"Are you okay?" he managed to ask. She had impaled herself facing away from him and he cursed the fact that he couldn't see her face. He should have rolled over so he was on top. He would have known he needed to take it slow. She was probably in so much pain she couldn't even talk. What was wrong with him? Why had he been so selfish?
Jace was just about to try to figure out the best way to remove himself so he could cause her the least amount of pain when Clary said, "So much better than okay!" She began bouncing up and down on Jace so that he hit a little deeper into her each time and he heard her whispering, "Oh God yes! Oh God, Jace! Oh God, yes!"
Jace felt his mind shattering in a million directions. 'This is so good!' and 'who whispers during sex?' and 'how can I possibly fit so well into her tiny little body?' and "oh God! Oh My God! OH MY GOD!' were all going through his mind as he continued to ram himself into Clary and hear her say, "please, Jace. Please don't stop!"
Clary reached back and grabbed Jace's hands pulling them to the front of her. She cupped the right one between her breast and her hand and reached the left one down to her most sensitive area, showing him where she wanted to be touched. He was now seated under her and from this angle, holding onto the front of her, he was able to hit a spot so deep inside her Jace had no idea how she could possibly be okay with it. It seemed like he should be tearing her in half, but instead of screaming out in pain, Jace heard Clary moan out his name in bliss as her walls clenched tightly around him and she completely lost control for the second time that night. Jace held her as tightly as he could as he began to shake with his own orgasm.