Chapter 2

She pressed herself into him, kicking the covers out of her way as she went. His hands pulled her waist against him and she felt the ridge in his pants. She was neither surprised nor disgusted by it; in fact, the thought thrilled her. The she and only she could do this to him. Her mouth opened and their tongues slid against each other.

Her hands slid from around his neck down to his chest, wanting desperately to explore him and his hands were certainly doing to her. She felt the hard planes of his chest, felt his heart beating rapidly in time with her own, felt the tense muscles of his stomach. She slid her hands around his back and pulled at the edge of his T shirt, pulling it up. They broke apart briefly as Jace pulled the shirt over his head and then his mouth was on hers again, his lips soft and delicious and his tongue sliding against hers. It felt glorious to have his skin against her, his chest bare.

His hands were playing around at her waist, stroking her sides, his thumbs stroking up toward her stomach, his fingertips playing at her ribcage. She could tell he was hesitant to push her, as he'd promised her not to touch her unless she wanted to.

"Take it off," she whispered hoarsely. "Take the damn thing off."

She felt his smile against her lips and he pulled her camisole over her head. Gasping and pausing when he looked down at her bare torso. He seemed frozen above her, looking at her in awe.

She suddenly felt self-conscious and made to pull her arms over herself, but he caught her wrists and said, "No, Clary, you're beautiful. You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen…" And she could tell he meant it. His eyes seemed to glow as he spoke. Then he let go of her wrists and kissed her again, his hands moving up her waist, over her stomach, splaying over her ribcage, and then cupping her breasts.

She gasped at the feeling and involuntarily arched her back, pressing her breasts into his chest. The feeling was unlike anything else she'd ever experienced. He groaned and then kissed her harder, moving his fingertips lightly over her nipples.

"Ahhh Jace…" she said breathily.

He stopped immediately, pulling back. "Clary I'm sorry, did I hurt y—" but she grabbed his face and pulled it back to hers, kissing him hard. He groaned again and his fingers traced lightly over her nipples again. She whimpered into his mouth and he moaned lightly again, kissing up her jaw to just below her ear.

"You have to tell me if you want me to stop," he said desperately, as if that was the last thing he wanted her to say. "Tell me to stop and I will." Then he kissed below her ear again and she moaned.

"God… Please don't stop…" she said.

Jace kissed down her neck, sucking at her collarbone and her hands went into his hair. It was so silky, she loved the feel of it in her fingers. Then he moved lower and his tongue flicked against her nipple. She cried out and immediately flung a hand over her mouth, not wanting to be heard by Luke or Amatis.

Jace's eyes looked up at her face and he did it again, laving his tongue over her nipple again. She groaned against her fingertips as electric shockwaves pulsed through her. His eyes never left her as he pulled her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it lightly, and good god she had never felt anything so good in her life. Her hips bucked into him and she saw a smile in his eyes as he moved over to her other breast, first licking and then sucking on that nipple as well, though this time his other hand went to the other breast and he rolled the other nipple in his fingers lightly.

"Oh God, Jace, I…" Clary said breathlessly, her hips grinding up into him. He shifted slightly so one of his legs pressed between hers and she began rocking her hips against his leg in earnest, feeling a tightness build in her stomach. He simultaneously sucked harder on one nipple and pinched the other between his fingers. Clary's legs tightened around his thigh, her back arching into his mouth and the force of her orgasm shocked her. She bit down on her fingers, which were still over her mouth covering the sounds she was making. This was way better than anytime she'd ever touched herself, and he hadn't even really touched her yet.

She laughed slightly as she looked down at him, his dark eyes having never left her face. He looked so intense, and she felt with her leg how hard he'd become. Suddenly she wanted to touch him too, make him feel good too. She grabbed Jace's face and pulled it up to hers in a bruising kiss. Then she dragged her hand down in between their bodies until she was pressing her palm against him.

Jace groaned loudly. "Oh fuck, Clary…" The sound and the curse both made her feel exultant. She rubbed her palm against him again and his head fell into the crook of her neck. He kissed her there haphazardly, not seeming able to put any real effort into it. She stroked her hand up and down, listening to the muted sounds of Jace's moans in her neck, tingling from the feel of it reverberating in her skin. Then suddenly one of his hands circled her wrist, stopping her.

"Clary," he said desperately. "God that feels good but if you keep at it, this'll be over before it even really started." His hand gentled, releasing her wrist and coming up to cup her face as he looked into her eyes. "And I'm nowhere near done with you yet," he added darkly.

Desire pooled in her belly again and she leaned up to kiss him as his mouth came down on hers. He kissed her, tongues battling, and then moved up her jaw to the spot just below her ear again. It seemed to build faster this time. She ground her hips against him again, trying to scoot over so she could grind against his leg again. He chuckled softly and the sound and feel of his breath in her ear sent shivers down her spine.

"Hold on now, don't be so impatient," he said as he slid his hand languidly down her body.

She huffed and was about to say something snappy but then his hand was over her cotton pajama shorts, stroking her in between her thighs and suddenly words were gone. She lifted her hips into him, wishing desperately that he would press harder. His hand went up to the waistband and dipped below it, stroked her over her underwear now. Her underwear were damp with desire and her breath was coming in pants now. Jace pulled at the top edge of her panties a few times. She wasn't sure if he was teasing or asking permission but she lifted her hips up anyways, hoping desperately that he would take them off. He began to kiss down her body again, stopping briefly to lick over each nipple before going lower. He stopped at her stomach, placing light kisses all over it. His hands pulled her pajama shorts and panties down and she kicked them off when they got to her ankles.

Jace's hand went slowly up her thigh, pausing at the top.

"Unnghh, Jace, please…" she begged.

She felt his smile against the skin of her stomach and then his fingers were parting her, slipping into her wetness and slowly rubbing back and forth over the length of her pussy, brushing against her clit at the top of each swipe.

"Fuck, Clary…" Jace said in a low voice and his head fell against her stomach again. "God you're so wet."

She couldn't seem to overcome her shyness to reply but loved the sound of his voice as he touched her. Her hands were grasping at the sheets on either side of her now. She brought one hand up to her mouth again, trying to cover her moans and whimpers. She lifted her hips again, trying to gain more friction against his hand. Jace's thumb brushed against her clit and she cried out quietly, muffling the sound with her mouth.

Jace groaned into her stomach again. "God Clary, I want you so badly. I want to taste you so badly. Have you ever… I mean can I… I mean, oh by the Angel, can I please taste you?"

Clary whimpered but nodded her head quickly. She felt self-conscious and squeezed her eyes shut. No one had ever done this to her before. She felt Jace's fingers part her labia, then his breath on her clit made her arch her back and moan. Jace placed one arm over her hips to hold her down and then he was licking into her and they both moaned at the same time. She could feel his moan all the way up her body and it was bliss, pure bliss. His tongue laved against her clit and her moans got higher in pitch.

Jace inserted a single finger into her, going slowly and seeming to test the boundaries. She arched her back, trying to arch her hips into him. Encouraged, he slipped a second finger into her and slowly pushed both fingers forward, his tongue still licking at her clit. It. Felt. Amazing.

She tried to move her hips again, tried to get some friction against his fingers and tongue. "Jace, please, O god, Jace…"

Suddenly he moved his arm so he was gripping her hip with one hand. He licked at her clit and pushed his fingers up into her quickly, going all the way to the hilt of his hand. A gutteral moan escaped from Clary's lips, muffled by her fingers, and she felt shockwaves course through her body.

"Yes, please Jace, please do that again…"

He complied, this time thrusting his fingers up into her harder. Her eyes snapped open and she looked down to see him looking intently at her face. His golden eyes were locked on hers and she couldn't seem to pull her gaze away. He thrust his fingers in and out of her in an ever increasing rhythm, his tongue laving slowly around and around her clit. She felt her body tensing and knew she was close. He seemed to know as well. Never breaking eye contact with her, he thrust again but this time curled his fingers against her front wall and simultaneously sucked hard on her clit.

"Oh Jace!" she cried, keeping his gaze as she came harder than she ever had in her life. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of her, licking her clit, while her body jerked and twitched in pleasure. When she finally came down from the high, Jace pulled his fingers out of her and climbed up her body, pulling her into his chest and holding her against him. Her body still trembled from her orgasm.

"I love you so damn much, Clary. I love you so much," he said into her hair. She could feel how he clung desperately to her and wondered if he was worried she would pull away now. She'd never felt particularly confident with boys before, not that there had been many and not that she'd done much with them. It was just that she was always so shy and unsure of herself. Breathing in the scent of his skin, she suddenly felt calmer than she ever had.