The apartment loft door swung open, nearly slamming against the wall as the couple stumbled inside, locked in a hungry kiss.
Hands roamed, movements clumsy and urgent, driven by heat and momentum.
They kicked the door shut without a second thought.
Eva led the way, still tangled in Jace's arms, guiding him toward the bedroom without ever breaking contact. Each step was a blur of lips, breath, and fingertips.
Then, with a gentle but assertive push, she sent Jace tumbling back onto the bed. He landed flat, staring up in stunned disbelief.
She stood at the edge, unbuttoning her shirt slowly, deliberately. The soft fabric parted, revealing smooth skin beneath as her eyes locked onto his.
Jace could hardly breathe. Was this really happening?
Eva tilted her head, her voice low and direct. "Take off your clothes," she said, almost surprised he hadn't already.
Jace's fingers fumbled with his belt, the metal clasp slipping in his haste.
A rough chuckle spilled from Eva's lips as she stepped closer, her palm flattening against his chest to still him.
"Slow down," she murmured, her voice syrup-thick.
Her fingers replaced his, deftly unbuckling the leather with a torturous lack of urgency.
The belt slithered free, and she dropped fluidly to her knees before him, her breath warm through the fabric of his jeans.
Jace swallowed hard, his pulse hammering as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his pants and underwear, dragging them down his hips in one smooth motion.
The cool air hit his bare skin, but not nearly as sharply as the heat of her gaze.
His cock stood rigid against his stomach, already glistening at the tip. Eva hummed, tilting her head as if admiring a masterpiece.
"Pretty," she breathed, and then—
Her lips brushed the swollen head, a kiss so light it was almost cruel. The tip of her tongue flicked out, catching the bead of moisture gathered there.
Jace jerked, a ragged, "Fuck—"tearing from his throat as his hips twitched forward.
Eva pulled back before he could seek more, rising to her feet with a smirk.
"Ah-ah." She pressed a single finger to his sternum, pushing him back onto the bed. "Watch."
She stepped away, her hips swaying as she moved toward the center of the room.
The amber glow of the bedside lamp painted her skin in gold, catching the sheen of sweat along her collarbone as she reached for the first button of her blouse.
One button undone. A sliver of shadow between her breasts.
Another. The fabric gaped, revealing the lace edge of her bra, black, delicate, the cups straining against the weight of her tits.
Jace's hands fisted in the sheets.
Another button. Another. The blouse hung open now, barely clinging to her shoulders.
Eva shrugged it off, let it slither to the floor. She arched her back, rolling her shoulders as if savoring the way his gaze devoured her.
Then she turned, glancing over her shoulder as her fingers found the zipper at her hip.
The sound was obscenely loud in the quiet room, the metallic shink of the zipper, the whisper of fabric as her skirt pooled at her feet.
Stockings. Black, thigh-high, the lace tops digging into her soft flesh. The straps of a garter belt framed the curve of her ass, leading down to—
Jace's breath left him in a rush.
Eva turned fully now, her hands trailing up her sides, over her ribs, to the clasp of her bra. A snap, a pause, she held the lace in place for a heartbeat, teasing. Then she let it fall.
Her tits spilled free, full and heavy, nipples already pebbled tight. She cupped them, thumbs brushing over the peaks with a sigh that made Jace's cock throb.
"Like what you see?" she purred, dragging a hand down her stomach, past the waistband of her panties, black, to match, because of course they were, and stopping just short of where he was desperate to touch.
Jace's voice was gravel. "Eva—"
She smirked, stepping closer until her knees bumped the bed. "Use your words."
Eva climbed onto the bed, her body hovering over his like a storm about to break.
She cradled his face in her hands, her thumbs brushing his jaw before she crashed her lips against his.
The kiss was hungry, all tongue and teeth and desperate, sucking breaths.
Jace groaned into her mouth, his hands mapping the curves of her body like a man starved.
He squeezed the swell of her hips, the dip of her waist, the perfect weight of her tits in his palms.
His fingers dug into her flesh, leaving red marks in their wake, as if he could fuse her to him through sheer need alone.
Eva broke the kiss with a gasp, her lips wet and swollen. She dragged her mouth along his jaw, down his neck, biting just hard enough to make him hiss. Then her voice, hot and breathless against his ear.
"Enough foreplay. I want you inside of me."
Jace barely had time to process the words before her hand was between them, fingers wrapping around his cock, guiding him to her. She lifted herself up, her thighs trembling, and then—
'Slow. So fucking slow.'
The head of his dick pressed against her slick entrance, and she sank down inch by torturous inch, her breath coming in shallow pants. Jace swore, his fingers biting into her hips as her warmth enveloped him.
"Tight—fuck, Eva—" His voice was shattered.
She was scorching hot, clenching around him like a vise, and for a terrifying second, he thought he might come just like this, buried deep inside her without a single thrust.
Then she moved.
Her hips rolled in a slow, filthy grind, her nails raking down his chest as she took him deeper. "Feels good?" she breathed, her voice thick with pleasure.
Jace could only nod, his throat too tight to speak.
Eva smirked, then lifted herself up, almost letting him slip out, before dropping back down with a slick, wet slap.
"Oh—!" Her moan punched out of her, high and trembling.
And then she rode him.
Her rhythm was relentless, her hips pistoning up and down, her tits bouncing with every movement.
The sounds were filthy, skin slapping, her desperate whimpers, the wet glide of his cock driving into her over and over.
"Jace—!" She arched, her fingers twisting in the sheets for balance. "Right there, right fucking there—"
Her moans were ruining him, each one sending a fresh jolt of heat to his gut. He could feel her clenching around him, her body tightening as she chased her own pleasure.
Jace gritted his teeth, his grip bruising on her hips. "Eva, I'm close—"
She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. "Then come inside me."
Jace's mind screamed at him to pull out, to ask if she was on birth control, to think for a damn second. But his body, his body was a traitor.
It had been too long. Months, maybe longer. And Eva, her tight, wet heat clenched around him like a vice, her moans ringing in his ears, her nails digging into his chest, she was ruining him.
He couldn't stop.
His hips jerked upward, driving deeper as his release coiled in his gut. "Eva—fuck—"
And then he was coming, hard, his vision blurring as he spilled inside her. It felt like he was nutting in her soul, the intensity of it stealing his breath.
His groan was raw, guttural, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her down, milking every last drop.
Eva moaned, her body trembling as she collapsed onto his chest, her breath hot against his skin. "Jace…"
Before she could even finish, before she could ask for another round, he was already moving.
His cock, still half-hard, twitched inside her as he rolled them over, pinning her beneath him. Eva gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist as he thrust into her again, slow and deep.
"Oh—!" Her moan was shattered, her nails raking down his back. "Again—?"
Jace didn't answer. He couldn't. All he could do was fuck her, his rhythm steady and unrelenting, his mind blank except for the feel of her around him.