I just want to give a special shout out to aries4me who correctly guessed that the shoes that I was basing these on were from the movie Burlesque! That made me super happy to read! Anyway, um, on with the chapter so many people were looking forward to and that I'm fucking freaking out about. Here we go...

Jace was gone when Clary woke up properly, no alarm blaring this time, and she vaguely remembered him getting up and whispering goodbye, but he had obviously moved a lot quieter than he had yesterday. She pouted a little, not having any idea of when he was going to get back, but when she reached out for her phone to check the time—it was just after ten—she saw that he had sent her a couple of texts.

I didn't want to wake you up, thought that you might need your sleep. I won't be back as late today. Promise, baby.

That made Clary smile, before her eyes settled on the next message.

I had something delivered to the resort, and housekeeping said they've put it on the table in the main room.

Okay, so apparently she'd been sleeping so hard that even housekeeping had come in and she hadn't realized? But then she forgot about that as her attention focused back on what he had said at the beginning—I had something delivered. She pursed her lips as she pushed back the blankets, rumbling them in a tangle at the bottom of the bed before skipping out of the room and into the living area, eyebrows lifting at the sleek red bag in the middle of the kitchen table. It wasn't until she reached it and saw the writing on the other side, that she realized the brand. Louboutin.

"Holy fuck," Clary's breathing hitched and her carefree smile dropped as she reached into the bag, face paling as she took out the silk clutch inside that felt as though it was around a box, the silk clearly expensive—the whole damn thing clearly expensive—and her fingers were shaking a little as she took the box out of the clutch and then slowly lifted the lid.

It was the shoes.

The shoes.

They had been thousands.

When she'd seen them last night, yeah, she'd swooned a little, because they were gorgeous, but she was used to seeing stupidly pretty things with even more stupid price tags, which meant that she was used to letting things go, ya know, like normal people.

Jace wasn't normal people.

He got her the shoes.

"Holy fuck," she repeated breathlessly as she gently took the high heels out of the box, out of where they were half-wrapped in tissue and her hands were still shaking a little as she turned the shoes over carefully in her hands, running her fingers gently over the rhinestones, and the lace, and the delicate flowers on the champagne heels. Before she was even really thinking, she was putting the shoes down and grabbing for her phone, going straight to Facetime. She only had to wait two rings before Helen's face filled the screen.

"Clare Bear!" Helen announced with a grin, and for once, Clary wasn't going to address the nickname.

"I got shoes," she announced and Helen's expression faltered.

"Shoes?"

"Shoes!" Clary repeated and she turned her phone around so that Helen would be able to see what Clary had just opened, taking in the bag and tissue paper and the shoes. Helen was silent for a moment, until Clary turned her phone around so that she was able to see her friend again and she was met with wide eyes. "Right? Right?!" Clary cried and Helen nodded.

"Those look expensive!" Helen pouted and flopped back on her bed, the camera angle going all wonky for a split second before her pouting face came back into view. "They will be expensive, because they're from Jace." Helen's eyes closed, undoubtedly as she felt sorry for herself, even though she had been in this 'sugar baby' business for a whole lot longer than Clary, and had been getting expensive gifts for a long while. Especially from her favourite, the well talked about Aline.

"Yes, but, like—" Clary's eyebrows raised, asking the question that had popped into her head the instant that she had seen them. "I'm gonna wear them, right?" Helen's eyes popped open.

"Wait, like...Wear them when you..." Helen trailed off and wiggled her eyebrows, looking a whole lot more interested and Clary grinned as she nodded. "Yes. You're gonna wear them."

Jace got home just after three, texting Clary to let her know that he was on his way back. She'd replied and said that she was out in the pool area and she could order them some room service if he hadn't had lunch. Jace had said they could figure out food later, which hopefully he wouldn't be thinking about once they were...Though—but she didn't mention anything in her reply.

She'd splurged, with Helen and Isabelle, before this trip, just a smidge, and she'd also brought some of her sock money with her.

Thankfully.

The practically full body wax that she'd paid to get done on Tuesday hadn't been fucking pleasant, especially since usually when it came to waxing, her and Isabelle would just have a glass of wine before getting down to business and helping each other out in the bathroom with the boys banned from entering for the next hour or so, so yeah, it was a different experience, but with the way that the silk and lace felt against her body when she had been modelling her new lingerie in the pretty heels a few hours before in front of the mirror, it had been worth it. It was a closer wax than she'd had before, had reached and burned at places that hadn't been waxed before, but...She hoped Jace would like it.

"Hey, Clary," Jace's voice had to be a bit louder to be heard over the music that Clary was playing, but he didn't move to turn it down, and that made her smile from where she was stretched out on a lounging chair. She opened her eyes, looking up at Jace from behind the tinted glasses she was wearing, and she saw the way his eyes swept down over her body, in the purple and grey bikini that she was wearing. "Those sunglasses look familiar," he noted, and his lips were curling up in that smile that made her thighs clench together involuntarily.

"Do they?" Clary tilted her head to the side as she looked up at him, scrunching her nose a little, not taking off the sunglasses—Jace's sunglasses—that he was never getting back now. He seemed to have accepted that though. "Funny that." Jace let out a huff of a laugh before leaning down, one hand sliding between the back of the lounge chair and her neck, cupping it there like he always did with a secure, warm palm, before pressing a kiss to her forehead and giving the back of her neck a slight squeeze. "I'm going to have a shower and wash off work for the day, then we can figure out what we want to do tonight, yeah?"

"Sounds good," Clary smiled brightly up at him, glad that her cheeks were already a bit flushed from being out in the sun for most of the day, and the sunglasses perched on her nose were covering up the glow of excitement in her eyes.

"I won't be long," Jace promised before he was straightening back up, but Clary saw it, saw the hungry way his eyes drifted over her again, down her bare legs and over her ankles, the anklet that she sometimes wore and had decided to slip on now because it was delicate and she already knew it would compliment the shoes.

Just like she was already wearing a couple of earrings, a bracelet, and some make up, Jace hadn't seemed to notice because it was all subtle, small things, and she had the sunglasses down over her eyes, and she didn't want him to notice.

Not yet.

She waited until he was in the bathroom, door firmly shut, before she was getting up, moving into the adjoining room and did a quick skim around the room. Housekeeping had come in a few hours ago and changed the sheets and given them fresh towels and straightened out the place, and she'd also been helpful in telling Clary where a few places were that she needed to visit. Clary's eyes darted back toward the bathroom door, and she hadn't turned her music down because she didn't want to rouse suspicion just yet, but she could hear the sound of the shower running, and so she got herself ready, feeling a little worried, a little nervous, a little self-conscious, and a lot excited.

By the time Jace stepped out of the bathroom, his hair damp, a darker shade because of the water with trickles running down his neck and over his shoulders, and wearing only a pair of loose grey sweatpants that he'd taken into the room with him, his towel slung around his shoulders, Clary was back out in their private courtyard, stretched out on her lounge chair, but dressed a bit differently.

"I thought that—" Jace cut himself off as he got closer, his lips still parted and his eyes on her feet.

Or more specifically.

Her shoes.

The shoes.

"You like them?" Clary asked, voice softer and a touch tentative as she looked down at the shoes, at her toes peeking out, glinting a subtle shade of pink that she'd brought at a corner shop when she'd gone out today.

"They're gorgeous," Jace's voice, on the other hand, was rougher.

That was good.

That was very good.

"Thank you," she moved carefully, swinging her legs over the side of the lounging chair, putting her feet down gently on the ground because she was not about to scuff the heels in any way, shape or form. When she straightened up, she felt Jace's eyes—everywhere else—and her stomach clenched in anticipation.

Technically she wasn't wearing anything less than the bikini before, but...Lingerie always felt like it was less, given the intent behind it. The way that Jace's eyes were darkening as he took her in clearly said that as well, and he took half a step back, appraising her unabashedly in a way that made her skin burn that wasn't from the sun. And then—and then he tilted his head to the side slightly and circled his finger silently, motioning for her to turn around, and wide eyed, Clary did, slowly turning in a circle and trying really fucking hard not to melt into a puddle of shaking goo right there and then as she turned in a full circle and was facing Jace again.

"You get all pretty for me, baby?" Jace asked, and—fuck. His voice. It was deep, and a little rough, but sweet, and she could already feel herself getting wet. "Can you take off those sunglasses?" And she did, because he asked nicely, and because she had spent a while making sure her eye make up was subtle but on point, and it was fucking hard with Isabelle coaching her through the phone, propped up in the unfamiliar bathroom, but the way that Jace was looking at her made it all worth it. "That's better," Jace smiled at her as their eyes properly met without anything between them, and the smile was warm, sweet, something she was used to even though this situation between them was not. "Love your eyes." And why did he say shit like that? She was trying to make this all sexy and he just made it all...Sweet, while still making her feel all horny.

She was there in fucking lace and silk lingerie and thousand dollar heels and he was telling her he loved her eyes?!

It was infuriating and the best at the same time.

"Come here," Jace suddenly said and Clary blinked before stepping forward and closing the distance between them, and then Jace's hands were gripping her hips, pulling her forward, and her knees felt unsteady but he was holding her firm and helping her keep her balance and his body was hard and firm against her and then their lips were coming together and there was a bite and a fire that she'd only ever felt brush the surface a few times before, but now it felt as though it was threatening to burst. His tongue pressed to the seam of her mouth and as soon as her lips parted, his tongue was inside her mouth, against her own, tasting her thoroughly and she moaned.

She couldn't help it, the way he was kissing her made her feel as though he owned her mouth, one hand going behind her head to cup the back like he always tended to do, firmly holding her there while the fingers of his other hand held her hip hopefully hard enough to leave bruises tomorrow, because those would be pretty.

"Jace?" Her voice was breathy as she pulled back, a lot breathier than usual, but she wasn't embarrassed in the slightest. "Take me to bed?" Jace's nose brushed against hers as he smiled, but then he was pulling back, although Clary barely had time to pout before he was responding.

"Yeah, baby. I'll take you to bed," he answered softly, and his eyes were like liquid gold before he reached out and his hands were suddenly sweeping her up. Clary let out a cry and then a giggle as she was lifted off the ground, her legs going around Jace's waist as he turned to walk them back to their villa.

"And by bed, we're on the same page, right?" Clary couldn't help but ask and Jace chuckled, his chest rumbling against hers, and—she was wet. She was already wet, and if this dragged out much longer, then she was probably going to soak right through her panties.

"Yeah, baby," Jace assured her as he stepped into the villa, into the master bedroom, that smelt like the fresh lilies that Clary had brought from a flower shop this morning and put in a vase that she'd found in the kitchen. The bed was made as Jace lowered her onto it, Clary sitting down and spreading her thighs just a touch, just a bit, just enough so that Jace could step between them. "You like the shoes, baby?" Jace asked as he took a step back, his eyes still so hot, travelling all over her, making her skin feel as though as it was going to catch ablaze, even though he wasn't touching her.

"I really like them," Clary's throat felt dry as Jace tilted his head to look down at her, and sitting here, on the bed that they had shared for the past two nights, and she felt so. naked.

She'd never really minded nudity, not back when she was younger, not when she was in high school and things were changing and some girls were self conscious in the changing rooms, and not when she first started having sex. Living with Isabelle and becoming friends with Magnus—people who were both so confident in their own skin—had rubbed off on her as well. But, even then, especially the first time that she got naked in front of someone in a sexual situation, there was always going to be a small piece of her that was just a tiny bit insecure. It was locked away, and it wasn't something that she liked to admit, not ever liking to dwell on her insecurities, but sometimes it flared up.

It didn't now.

The way that Jace was looking at her made her feel as though she didn't have a single flaw, as though he was seeing something almost ethereal, and her head felt light in a way that it only had after really good sex on occasion.

"I can say thank you," Clary tried to cover up how shaky she was feeling right now to get right to the point of it, and really, she had planned on getting down between Jace's knees in the pretty heels and showing him just how much she liked them and him, that had been her plan to start, but as she was starting to scoot right to the edge of the bed, but then Jace's big hand was reaching out and spreading out across her collarbone, over her shoulder, halting her movements.

"That's not how this works, baby," Jace told her softly. "You don't have to thank me like that." And—that was nice to hear. She kind of knew that already, though—if he wanted to buy her pretty things just for sex, that would have happened already. But...Fuck.

"I want to," Clary tried not to pout, because she was fucking good at oral, and she had hoped to show that off a little. Jace stared down at her for a moment, and his eyes were just getting darker, and she just—his hand was so big across her shoulder, and the way that he was standing over her made their size difference even more obvious, and she kind of wished that he was still dressed in the suit that he had been in before. Her mind flashed to an image of her in just her heels while he was still wearing his suit, right down to the tie pin and expensive Oxfords, but...That was going to have to be another time.

"You want to?" Jace's eyebrow rose, and a smile played at the corner of his pink lips, a calculated one, and Clary found herself nodding before she even thought about it, and his fingers tightened almost involuntarily around her shoulder. When he started speaking again, his voice was rougher. "As much as I like the idea of that, you're not getting on your knees the first time that we're sleeping together, baby." Clary swallowed hard, saliva suddenly flooded into her mouth and over her tongue. Jace's eyes studied her closely, before he was leaning down, his hand moving to cup her jaw, his thumb sweeping over her cheek, her chin, before pressing down on her lower lip, and Clary felt a rush of that lightness in her head again as she stared up at him, trying not to let her eyes droop closed. "You're so beautiful, Clary," he whispered and Clary couldn't help it, her eyes closed and her mouth opened around his thumb as the digit slipped between her lips.

"Mmhm," she mumbled out and Jace made a noise in response, but before she could try to open her eyes to look up at him, he was pulling his thumb out of her mouth and his lips were suddenly meeting hers, the kiss even hotter and more fiery than the one that they had shared outside. Clary whimpered as she was pushed backwards, falling back onto the bed and Jace slid his hands up and over her thighs before skimming the sides of her body in a way that avoided all the best places and made her nipples tighten and her pussy wet, and she didn't understand how all of this shit was happening before they had really done anything.

"Baby," Jace licked at her bottom lip, sucking at it, making her head fuzzy and making things so stupidly hard to focus on what he was saying. "Can I taste you?" Clary's forehead wrinkled slightly, eyes still closed as she tried to process his question, but then after pressing another wet kiss to the corner of her mouth, he pulled back, resting his forehead lightly against hers. "Baby," he repeated, soft but insistent. "Can you move up the bed so I can taste you?"

"Y-yeah," Clary managed to say, and she sounded like an idiot, stammering like a virgin, but Jace smiled warmly at her, pulling back just enough for her to have room to push herself back on the bed. Her arms felt as though they were shaking slightly, and she hoped it wasn't obvious as she dug her fingers into the duvet cover underneath her, stretching out her legs on the bed and catching a glimpse of her shoes again. They distracted her for a moment before Jace's knee was pressing into the mattress, dipping it down beside her and drawing her attention away from her shoes, and when she looked up at Jace, he was smiling down at her, glancing down at her heels with a knowing glint in his eyes.

"Undress for me, baby," he told her. "But keep the pretty shoes on." Clary's breathing was shallow as her fingers reached behind her, body trembling as she found the latch of the bra she was wearing, unhooking it and eyelids fluttering as the cups fell forward, loose, and her breasts were exposed, and her eyes sought out Jace's, even as she felt her cheeks burn, but his eyes were nothing but reassuring.

Or, well, they were something more than reassuring, but absolutely nothing that made her self conscious.

They made her shiver, and shake even more, especially as his hands reached out to gently hook in the straps of her bra and drag them down her arms, throwing the flimsy material away so that she was exposed completely down to the waist, and she felt the way her cheeks were going redder, feeling hotter.

"This is pretty, baby," Jace's voice rumbled as his fingers came up, and then he touched her, he touched her somewhere that was more than PG, the pad of his thumb brushing over her right nipple and the piercings there, the double piercings that went through either side with four tiny sparkling flowers. "Didn't know you had a piercing here." Clary's lips parted for a response, to correct him and tell him that she actually had two, but Jace's thumb kept playing, flicking a little, and Clary whimpered, clenching her thighs together, her chin dropping to her chest so that she could look down at what he was doing, pinching slightly, idly flicking and playing with the hardened nub until Clary really couldn't deal with it, and she sucked in a sharp breath, curling her toes into the soft bottom of the heels and Jace's eyes rose with a knowing smirk on his face. "Panties off, baby. Want to see all of you." And then he was shuffling back and resting on his knees, leaving it to her to take off her underwear, watching her with a calculating gaze.

Clary managed to take her underwear off, and...It was almost embarrassing, the fact that she was wet enough that when her legs parted for her to wiggle out of her underwear in a way that really wasn't the most sexiest, she could actually see it. She could fucking see how wet she was just by glancing down and seeing a glisten of her pussy and inner thighs.

She couldn't imagine how wet she was going to be once they were done with...Whatever they were going to do. He was going to taste her? He was going to go down on her after turning down a blowjob? She was still wrapping her head around that when Jace's hand pressed to her chest, gently pushing her back until her head was on the pillow, and then his hands were smoothing up her legs on either side, starting at her ankles, just above the shoes, skimming slowly up her calves, thumbs and fingers gentle, and she let out a shaky breath as her eyes began to close again. He reached her knees and his hands swept back down in a soothing motion almost, but when they swept back up again, they began to glide over her inner thighs in a way that had her twitching.

"You're so sensitive, sweet thing," Jace whispered and that name was different, and that name made her moan, as though he had actually physically pleasured her. Fucks sakes.

"You're going to fucking ruin me for everyone else and you haven't even fucking done anything," Clary's words weren't exactly comprehensive, but Jace seemed to make them out, because he let out a huff of a laugh, but then it went quiet, his hands were firm on her thighs before he was shoving them apart almost roughly, making her gasp. "Ja—" her cry was cut off as he lowered himself between her legs and licked.

It felt as though she had fucking ascended.

She'd been eaten out before, but not a lot, and only once or twice had it actually been good, and none of it had been great.

This was great.

This was...Another level.

Clary's body trembled as Jace's tongue licked between her bare folds, and even though she kept herself reasonably bare down there usually, waxing and keeping herself trimmed, but she'd never had someone go down on her so soon after she'd been cleanly waxed, and this time it had all been done professionally and so she was really bare, absolutely everywhere, and it just amplified everything, her eyes rolled back and goosebumps rippling over her skin.

Jace was sucking on her clit, his teeth brushing over the sensitive nub that somehow seemed to evade ninety-nine percent of her lovers, and the tip of his tongue teased over it before slipping into her hole and swirling around as though he couldn't get enough of her taste, and Clary just whined and twisted, her head feeling fuzzy and her legs shaking on either side of Jace's head. Jace's arms were under her thighs and wrapped up, hands pressed into her hips, and when she tried to roll herself upward, to get closer to Jace's mouth, to try and force his tongue deeper inside her, he his grip over her hips tightened just slightly, applying just enough pressure to keep her pinned down, and if she really wanted to move, his touch wasn't enough to keep her there, but...She kind of wished it was. His thumbs were pressing in hard, and she hoped that there would be bruises against her waist tomorrow and for the days following, so that she had something to remember this weekend by once they went back to Los Angeles.

"You close to coming, baby?" Jace suddenly spoke, and Clary let out a huff.

"I've been close to coming since you started!" She stated, although she sounded nowhere near as confident as she felt, words wavering, and Jace clearly thought so as well.

"So I can keep going then?" Jace asked and Clary wanted to open her eyes in frustration, because why was he trying to get her to talk right now, why couldn't he just keep going?

"Yes," Clary scratched at the duvet cover.

"I can keep tasting you, baby?" His voice was husky and she felt his breath against her heated, damp skin and she shivered. "Can I taste you lower?" Her mind felt cloudy and she didn't quite understand what he meant, but then when she realized, she felt her cheeks flush even hotter, the flush spreading down her neck and to her chest. There was a small laugh, low and soft, not making fun of her, fond, and it made her stomach twist over with a curl of heat, and Jace placed a chaste kiss over her clit in a way that had her knees trying to close, but Jace's hands held them open.

"Y-yes," she stammered out, incredibly glad that she had showered so thoroughly this morning. She felt herself tensing, even though everything had been so good, but they were about to drift into something that she hadn't dabbled in before, but Jace didn't move straight away, he just started kissing her, along her waist, under her belly button, wet kisses that had her relaxing again and shivering, and then his lips were moving between her lips again, and there was a jolt when his tongue licked between her lower lips again, over her clit, dipping into her hole, thumbs massaging and rotating in circles, pressing in deep to her inner thighs. It felt as though her body was beginning to melt into the bed when Jace's shifted, but she couldn't open her eyes to follow his movements because her brain felt like it was melting as well, and then he was pushing her legs further up, wider apart, and his hands slid into place, hooking behind her knees to keep them spread wide and she felt spit and her own arousal beginning to slide down, between the crease of her ass, just before Jace's tongue licked further down, making her shake and colours explode behind her eyelids. "Jace!"

"Gonna come for me, baby?" Jace asked, a bit muffled but the words still clearly reached Clary's ears.

"Yes, please?!" She hadn't even realized it had come out as a question, and that her shoulders were tensing and she was clenching around where Jace's tongue was massaging her, but the hum of appreciation from Jace made it sound as though he didn't mind at all.

"Yeah, pretty baby," Jace whispered. "Come for me." And then his hands got even firmer around her thighs as his tongue latched around her clit and sucked hard, and it felt as though the space between her ears was filled with cotton wool as she came, Jace's mouth on her the whole time, licking and invading her with his expert tongue, and then she felt a pinch at her pierced nipple, sharp and tingling sensations immediately shooting through her, and her body jerked off the bed. "Come again, Clary," Jace murmured, and she did, because it was that easy to, and Jace made another low, humming noise before turning his head to the side and kissing lightly at her thigh.

She was vaguely aware of him moving, still feeling just slightly out of her body, and then he was settling back over her, his weight comforting between her legs, braced up on two arms as he looked down at her, his hip bones pinning her thighs open, his fingers cool as they brushed over her forehead, pushing back her hair as she slowly opened her eyes.

"You gonna...Get inside me?" Clary asked, her words coming out a little slurred and Jace was so close to her that his face was out of focus, his nose bumping against hers, and he let out a warm laugh, that didn't smell bad, thank fuck. She hated it when guys had bad breath.

"Yeah, baby," he whispered, and he moved his legs against hers, and she realized that he had shucked off his sweatpants, his legs were bare against hers, although she could still feel material separating their groins, so he must still unfortunately be wearing briefs and she made an annoyed noise, grumbling and jerking her hips upwards and Jace pulled back to look at her, a crease of concern actually marring his face for a moment. "Are you okay?"

"No," she replied, her nose wrinkling as she made a face up at him. "You're still wearing clothes." The worry on Jace's face smoothed out and he glanced down at her feet.

"You're still wearing shoes," he pointed out with a smile, even though he had been the one to tell her to keep them.

"Yeah, well, they're pretty. These—are just in the way," she grumbled as she managed to wiggle a hand between them and hook a finger into the waist of the briefs and snap them gently against his waist. Jace didn't ask her again, but the smile on his face dropped as he pulled back and tugged down his briefs, his cock standing up tall and curving a little to the left, up toward his muscled stomach, and...He was bigger than most other people Clary had slept with. Probably all of them, actually, the ones with dicks, anyway.

She'd never considered herself someone who particularly cared much about size, it was all about how you used it she sing-songed in her head, but...Jace was big, and given how good he had given head...

"Condoms and lube are—" she made a move to reach for the bedside table, which had been empty except for a box of unopened tissues when she had dug the condoms and lube out of her bag and put them in there a few hours ago, so that they were all prepared.

"I've got it," Jace told her, and his fingers briefly circled her wrist to tug it back and lower it to the bed before he was reaching for the drawer and pulling it open. He rested back on his haunches between her spread thighs, tearing open the corner of the condom he'd pulled out, tossing the wrapper behind him on the bed and taking out the prophylactic and rolling it over himself with an easy, practiced hand and then spreading some lube down the sides.

It was impressive.

Stupidly impressive?

And then he wrapped a big hand around his cock and squeezed, jerking his hand up and down a few times and Clary's stomach turned over at the thought of her own hand wrapping around him because it was so much smaller than his. Maybe her fingers wouldn't be able to wrap all the way around.

"Need to make sure you're ready, baby," Jace raised an eyebrow at her and Clary rolled her eyes back at him, letting out a breathless giggle.

"Pretty sure I'm wet enough," she said and Jace just smiled, leaning forward, one hand smoothing up her thigh again, and pressing up and apart, so that she was exposed to him again, and the simple sensation of being maneuvered so easily made her stomach drop and her heart race and it felt as though an orgasm was right there again, drumming away right under her skin.

"I didn't mean how wet you were, sweet thing," Jace said softly, and he slipped two fingers of his other hand into her. Clary's eyes rolled back at the abrupt intrusion, body easily accepting it, the pleasure rolling over her suddenly as he crooked his fingers upward. "You going to come again, Clary?" It didn't sound lecherous, like the question sometimes had from people she'd been with in the past, it was soft and deep and all she could do was nod her head and then she felt a wet kiss to her stomach, his tongue lapping at the skin that was apparently just tingling with a thousand nerve endings. "Come, baby," Jace whispered, and she felt another finger slip inside her, all of them curling upward, toward that special place inside her that had her seeing stars, and she came so hard that she knew she squirted up his arm, dripping down onto the sheets. "Fuck, Clary," Jace groaned, but he didn't stop his fingers inside her.

It was a lot.

Three orgasms while she was with someone else was a lot.

Most of the time, she was lucky if she came once, unless it was someone that she had been sleeping with more than once.

Generally it was only the Satisfyer that Isabelle had brought her for Christmas last year that gave her this many back-to-back orgasms.

It was even more exhausting when someone else was involved, the breath in her lungs feeling as though it had been punched out, her legs fighting against the hold that Jace had on them.

"Ohmy...Ohmygod," Clary groaned, tossing her head from side to side as she felt Jace press another finger into her, a fourth one. That had been what he had meant when he had said he needs to make sure she's ready. He needed to make sure she was stretched for him. And it was a slight stretch, but it wasn't unpleasant, and her brain felt fuzzy and as he twisted his fingers inside her and scissored them open before pulling them out, Clary realized that she was making a low moaning sounds from the back of her throat, nguhnguhnguh. She knew Jace was watching her closely, she could feel the heat from his eyes, but she was too far gone to care, and even when his fingers slipped out of her and he was moving and lowering himself over her properly, the head of his cock positioning itself at her entrance and cool lube gently rubbing over her opening, she couldn't quite find it in her to open her eyes again. But he didn't move, elbows on either side of her head, face close to hers again, and even when she whined he didn't push inside, so she forced her eyes open, even though her gaze was hazy.

"Hey, baby," Jace's voice was reassuring, her body feeling simultaneously electrified by his touch and relaxed by his voice. "We good?" He asked, nuzzling his nose against her cheek before she rolled her hips again.

"Yes," she assured him, even though she knew that he was just covering all their bases, making sure that this was something that she really wanted, confirming one last time before they actually went through with it. Jace smiled, and he caught her mouth in a kiss and Clary sighed into it, body sinking down into the soft covers beneath her until she felt Jace begin to push into her. "Oh—Jace—" Clary's mouth went slack before Jace was even half inside her, hands coming up to cling to his shoulders and nails digging into the taunt muscle. "Jace."

"You feel so good, baby," Jace's voice was tight as he dropped his head and started kissing her jaw, her neck, her cheek, anywhere his lips could reach, and he kept pushing into her tight heat, his breathing coming out in broken hitches as he finally bottomed out, breath hot against her ear. "You have no idea how good you feel." All that fuzziness descended over her head again as he sucked at the side of her neck, and her legs were spread so fucking wide and he was starting to roll his hips so that he was pulling back and pushing in just slightly, and...It was so much. "You think you can come again?" He asked her, and...She'd never actually come while having sex.

Not actual penetrative sex.

But...When he was pressing back inside her, he was grinding down and stimulating her clit, and the way that his thumbs were pressing into the soft skin behind her knees, gentle but firm, sweet but bruising, and—the way that he was looking down at her, when she actually managed to open her eyes and get a hazy glimpse up at him—

"Yes!" Clary gasped and Jace smiled.

"Good, baby," Jace sounded syrupy and happy with her reply, and honestly, she wasn't sure if he was praising her by saying 'good, baby' or calling her 'good baby' but honestly, she didn't care. Because he suddenly started moving faster, and harder, and Clary threw her head back, pleasure lighting every nerve in her body and then Jace was biting at her neck and panting in her ear, before whispering, "Come, baby. Come for me." And she did, it was like it was as fucking simple as that.

And then...She was pretty sure she blacked out?

But that was fine.

That was completely fine.

Because she could hear Jace calling her pretty and sweet, and then curving warm and secure around her, and the world just felt nice and soft, and she slept.

Hi guys :) I've had some emails and messages asking for some more recommendations and things, so I thought I'd put that in here. If you're not interested, feel free to skip out here because I'm not addressing anything else to do with the story from here on :) I know a lot of people are stuck indoors and at home right now, I'm working from home a lot now as well, so I thought I'd give my usual music and movies and also some Youtubers, and...I hope you guys find some entertainment from them? And please don't hesitate to recommend some to me :)

1) Airplane Mode - Limbo. 2) why are you here - Machine Gun Kelly. 3) National Anthem - Lana Del Rey. 4) Rainbow - Kacey Musgraves. 5) Forever (Stripped Version) - Fletcher. 6) Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood. 7) moonchild - RM. 8) Your Eyes Tell - BTS. 9) The Search - NF. 10) Keep You Mine - NOTD.

My favourite comfort movie at the moment is Penguin Highway, and I've been watching a lot of X-Files. Haha. On Youtube I've been watching quite a bit from Kendall Rae and Bailey Sarian, who do, like, true crime stories. I also really like watching Cruel World Happy Mind, she does deep dives into MLM's and online scams and stuff and I find that all really interesting. Dylan Is In Trouble is great for movie reviews and he has a sense of humor a lot like my husband, so I run it a lot in the background. Haha. He also has an old channel with music reviews which I really enjoy working through. Then there's is Kristina Maione, who does a variety of commentary videos, her most recent one is about Mia Khalifa, and like how she presents stuff. Then last ones are ItzKeisha and dangelowallace also have sort of commentary videos, both super interesting and researched and good points of view and ways of speaking.

So. Yeah. I have heaps more but I don't want to ramble. Please try and look after yourselves. Your heart, your brains, your souls. Everything is a bit scary and...Not good. I don't know what else to say...Much love xx