Jace's arm was over his eyes and Clary watched his chest rise and fall gently. Clary had her eyes fixed on his lips, they were slightly parted and he looked relaxed. Her eyes drifted down his body and over his topless torso. The sheets were tangled around his legs and his pyjama pants were hanging loosely on his hips. They'd both been stressed for the past few weeks and hadn't much time alone where they could just be together; so Clary slipped out of bed and tiptoed over to the door and gently twisted the lock. She looked over her shoulder and saw that Jace had rolled over but that he was still sleeping so she walked quietly into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She quickly brushed her teeth and ran her fingers through her tangled hair. She was wearing a tank top and sleeping shorts, so nothing extravagant, but she knew that Jace would think she was beautiful no matter what; taking a deep breath, she opened the bathroom door, except Jace was no longer lying in bed.
She looked towards the door, but the lock was still turned, so she stepped into the room and was thrown forward onto the bed. She screeched and squirmed out of his grasp turning to stare at Jace. He was standing at the edge of the bed, trying not to smile and failing miserably. "Morning Fray."
Clary glared at him and put her hands on her hips, "You're going to regret that blondie."
"Is that so?" she crossed her arms and didn't say anything, Jace's pants had dropped lower revealing the light trail of hair that led down his pants and Clary let her eyes drop to the drawstrings. "What's on your mind Clary?" he teased; she smirked and motioned for him to come closer. Jace obliged until he was sitting on the bed across from her; he propped himself up against his elbows and watched her. Clary crawled over to him and leaned forward so her face was almost against his. "Lean back Jace," she whispered. He smiled and she saw his eyes drop to her lips, "yes ma'am."
She straddled him and lowered her lips to his, she felt his hands slide up her thighs and continue up to rest on her ass. She smiled against his lips and reached behind her, taking his hands in hers and pinning them above his head. "Not this time Jace, you do as I say…Got it?" She felt Jace's pulse quicken against his wrist and lowered her mouth to his. She kissed him gently at first, and let her tongue slide along his lips. He lifted his head off the bed and tried to deepen the kiss, so Clary pulled away and smiled. He was getting frustrated and when Clary lowered her lips again, he used the distraction to lift his hips and pressed himself against her. He was already hard and the thin fabric of his pants did little to hide that. Clary gasped but pressed her hips firmly against his, lowering them back to the bed. Keeping her hips pressed against his, Clary started grinding against him in small circles. Her mouth was on his and his hands were tangled in her hair. Their kisses got sloppy and Jace's hands were sliding clumsily up and down her body, like he was trying to touch every inch of her body at once. When she finally pulled away, neither of their breathing was coming easy and Jace didn't think he could survive any more of Clary's teasing.
"Please Clary." He whispered. She smirked and grinded against him again; "are you begging Jace Herondale?" He placed his hands on either side of her face and stared at her intensely, "Clarissa if you are not naked and pressed against me in the next few seconds, I will cease to exist. So yes I am begging. Please let me touch you." She smiled down at him and tugged her shirt up and over her head; she sat up a bit and slipped her sleeping shorts off and tossed them to the floor but she left her red panties on. Jace loved red. Clary took his hands in hers and placed them on her breasts, moving his thumb and forefinger to her nipples, "you can start here," she whispered seductively, then moved his other hand downwards, "and then here." She felt his cock twitch between her legs and wanted so bad for him to be inside of her, but it was her turn to be in charge and she wasn't going to give in so quickly.
His hands moved quickly from her breasts down between her legs so she pulled back and leaned against the head board. "Don't tell me you can't do two things at once Jace," she teased motioning for him to continue but she grabbed one of her own breasts and started massaging it, gauging his reaction. At first he looked surprised, but that was quickly replaced with want and his mouth was on her nipple, sucking and biting while his hand ran up and down her panties. Clary was so wet and all she wanted was pressure against her core so she pulled Jace upward and kissed him. His lips glided along hers, before he kissed along her jaw down to her neck where he sucked the sweet spot right above her collar bone. She moaned against his shoulder and slid her hand down between her legs. Jace noticed, and shimmied down her body placing his head between her legs. He spread them and stared up at her with what Clary could only describe as the most seductive stare she'd ever seen, then he flicked his tongue out and ran it over her clit. "Oh god" she gasped and grabbed a handful of the sheets.
Jace worked his tongue over and around her clit, sucking on it and teasing it, he'd suck hard and then gentle, his tongue would be rough and fast, then slow and sensual. Clary was having trouble keeping up with what he was doing and could feel herself getting closer. "Faster Jace." She groaned, and he obliged, his tongue moving up and down between her folds, circling her clit, then back down again. "Don't stop, don't stop," she begged. Jace went even faster and Clary fell over the edge, her legs were shaking and she couldn't see straight, she was gasping for air and the only reason she hadn't rolled off the bed was because Jace had a tight grip on her legs so she wouldn't slam them together against his head.
When she would breathe again and the shaking had stopped she looked over at Jace, who was leaning against the head board looking quite pleased with himself. She rolled over and without warning took Jace's cock in her hands making him gasp and almost double over from the sheer pleasure of some relief from his erection. She started pumping him slowly, letting her hands work along ever inch, letting his pre-cum slide along his shaft. She bent forward and took his member in her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat before she started sucking. Jace's legs were flexed and she could tell that it was hard for him to keep from finishing right there, especially with all of the teasing she'd been doing. She pulled away, with a small pop and looked up at him. She swung her leg over his hips and slid along his cock, before taking it in her hand and guiding him towards her entrance. He nodded, so she slowly slid him into her. They both moaned loudly, Jace's eye rolled to the back of his head and his grip on her hips was like a vice. Clary moved up and down, her hands against Jace's chest and rode him. Jace did as she'd said and didn't move, he let her have her way with him but he wasn't sure he could make it much longer. "Clary I think I'm going to-" Then she rocked herself forward and Jace's entire body tensed, "Holy shit." An incredible wave of pleasure passed over him and he collapsed back onto the bed. He couldn't speak, he couldn't concentrate. He heard Clary moan and felt her walls clench, then she collapsed on top of him; her chest pressed against his. But all he could do was breath in and out and wrap his arms around Clary and wait until he could think again.
"That was-" Clary faltered. "Yeah, that definitely was" Jace replied.
Someone give me an idea for a sexy scenario. I know this one was rushed and long awaited however it is still smut ;) Also technically I posted this at 11:57 on the 17, so a day early! Go me!