Jace laughed, “I'm sure they are clean, but knock yourself out. We can take this stuff, go get the keys, and then go to our house. You ready?”
I smiled at the thought—our house. I couldn't believe it, and I had never been happier. I hoped that Jace felt the same way, and sensing his emotions, he did. I let his joy and excitement wash over me, basking in the fact that I was the cause of it. I could also sense something else—was that…love? No, it couldn't be. How could he love me after two days? Then again, our relationship was not what I would consider normal, so it could be possible, given our connection. I wouldn't jump to any conclusions until I heard the words pass from his lips.“I'm ready. Daddy, we're leaving,” I yelled.
“Alright, sweetheart. Do you want me to load up the rest of your stuff?” he asked, walking out of his office.
“No, we will come back and help you, Daddy. We have to get groceries and unpack this stuff. Then, we will be back,” I answered.
“Sounds good. Be safe,” he instructed, wrapping me tightly in a hug.
“Remember Daddy, we are only a couple of streets away—there is no reason to be upset,” I reminded him.
“I know, I know. I just wish you weren't so grown up already,” he said.
I giggled, “See you later, Daddy.” I went to grab Jace's hand, but he had both hands full with our combined belongings. “Let me help you,” I said, reaching for my bags.
“I got it. Just open the door for me,” he replied.
I sighed as I opened the door. “Men are so stubborn,” I muttered.
“I heard that,” Jace said jokingly.
“You are,” I pointed out, chuckling. We walked side-by-side on the sidewalk towards the realtor's office to pick up the keys. Jace didn't seem to have any trouble carrying our bags, but I still felt bad for not contributing. “Just let me carry one of my bags,” I said, reaching for my overnight bag.
He released it as he shook his head at me and smiled, displaying the dimple I loved. “And I'm the stubborn one,” he joked.
I stuck my tongue out at him as we continued to walk. “Do you think we could get some training in today?” I asked hopefully.
“Maybe, if you're up for it,” he teased.
“Why wouldn't I be up for it?”
“That's for me to know, and you to find out,” he said flirtatiously. We were at the realtor's office now, and Jace held the door open for me with his free hand. The receptionist smiled warmly at us before saying, “I'll let Kelly know you're here.” She stood up and walked down a hallway towards the back of the office.
We sat down in the same place as yesterday, and I felt like my excitement was going to overtake me. Every second felt like a minute, and time seemed to drag on and on, even though only a few minutes had passed when Kelly entered to greet us. “I have your keys. I'll take you over there if you'd like,” she offered.
“That would be great, Kelly, thanks,” Jace replied. Once on the golf cart, it only took another few minutes until we were at our house. I practically jumped off, bouncing excitedly as Jace gathered our bags. He looked at me, shaking his head and laughing.
“Here you go—there are two sets of keys. I hope you enjoy,” she said, handing me the keys.
“Thank you so much,” I replied, anxious to get inside our home. I turned and sped toward the door, hurriedly opening it so Jace could get all of our stuff inside without having to stand and wait on me. He carried everything upstairs, setting it down next to one of the dressers. Where we were sunk in, and suddenly I was flustered as thoughts of what we could be doing in this room flooded me. All were things I really wanted to do, but my lack of experience compared to Jace's worried me. I was afraid I would disappoint him. He must have felt my panic and worry because I felt his concern as he walked over to me. “What's wrong, mi amante? You still want this right?” he asked hesitantly.
“Of course I do! I'm just worried about…“ I trailed off, not wanting to admit how embarrassed I was.
“Worried about what?” he asked, cupping my face, forcing me to look at him.
I sighed, burrowing my head in his chest and trying to avoid saying what was bothering me. “Brielle, please tell me. I hate when you feel this way,” he pleaded.
I looked up at him. His warm eyes soothed me as he looked at me with such adoration. “I just don't want to disappoint you. You know…in bed,” I confessed.
He looked slightly shocked, replying, “You could never disappoint me, not with the way I feel about you. Just kissing you is amazing. I can only imagine what sex with you will be like.”
“I'm not as experienced as you. What if I suck?” I asked.
“Not possible,” he replied, laughing. “It doesn't matter if I've been with more people. It will be like nothing either of us has experienced before because of our connection. Our bodies, minds, and souls will entwine as one, and we will be able to feel each other on a deeper level. It's supposed to be mind-blowing.”
“Now I'm definitely worried I won't live up to it,” I said, only half-joking.
“If you're not ready, we can wait,” he said.
“I don't want to wait,” I replied shyly, biting my lower lip.
Jace's eyes lit up. “Are you sure?” he asked.
“I'm sure. Even though I'm nervous, I can barely control myself around you. I want you so bad,” I flirted.
“Same here,” he replied, kissing me. “I want our first time to be special, and I have a few things in mind to make sure that it is. Let's get this stuff unpacked, and then we can go back to your dad's to get more of your things. After that, we can go get groceries, come home, and get settled in.”
“Okay, I'll call my dad. I should probably text Kimber, too. I haven't talked to her since yesterday morning,” I replied. I took out my phone and brought up my message strand with Kimber:
1:48 PM Me: Sorry I haven't called, I've been busy. Jace and I just moved into a beach house! You'll have to come over tomorrow; I will be busy tonight ;P love ya
I sent the message and smiled. I could not wait for tonight!
The rest of the day dragged on and on. It seemed like everything was in slow motion, keeping me from my night with Brielle. I wanted everything to be perfect for her tonight. Even though neither of us were virgins, it was still our first time together and I wanted it to be special.
I was preparing dinner as Brielle continued to unpack our stuff upstairs. Shrimp simmered in a lemon butter sauce that I had made, and the bowtie pasta was just about done. The vegetable medley was finished roasting, as well. I drained the pasta and tossed it with the sauce, then set it aside to cool off. I set some garlic bread and salad on the table, which I had set with some plates we had bought from a specialty store in town today. I heard Brielle walking down the stairs as I turned to bring the rest of the food to the table. “You're just in time,” I smiled.
“It smells delicious, Jace. I can't believe you did all this for me,” she said gratefully.
“I'd do anything for you, mi amante. I've already told you that,” I said, kissing her on the nose. “Now sit, and I'll get everything served.”
“Yes, sir!” she joked, saluting me.
I chuckled as I served us both, and then sat down to eat. “Did you talk to Kimber?” I asked.
“I texted her. She texted back saying she was going to come over tomorrow,” she replied.
“I should text Zane and see if he can come over tomorrow, too. He's my best friend, and an Earth Elemental. He's the one I want to help train you,” I said.
“Are you sure we can trust him?” she asked, concern lining her face.
“Yes—he's my best friend. We've known each other since we were kids, and he helped me with those guys yesterday. I trust him with my life,” I replied. Brielle nodded, but I could feel that she was still unsure. I couldn't blame her, especially with everything she had to absorb in such a short time frame. Plus, all the Elementals she had met besides her dad, Kimber, and I had tried to harm her, so I expected her to be app
rehensive.
“You know I would never let anyone, including Zane, hurt you, right? Even though he's been my best friend for so long, you come first. If he did anything to harm you, I would kill him,” I told her. The realization that I would do that was jarring. Even though we had just met, I was willing to do anything for her, even kill my best friend…just wow. The depth of feelings associated with our bond was unbelievable. If I wasn't feeling them firsthand, I would be more than a little skeptical at someone describing them to me, especially how fast and furious they manifest.
“I know. Even if I don't necessarily trust him, I trust you,” she responded. “Where did you learn to cook?” she asked, changing the subject.
“My mom made me take Home Economics and an elective cooking course in high school. She said she wanted me to be able to cook for myself when I moved out, not just live off fast food.”
“Smart woman,” Brielle replied with a smirk. We finished eating, and I suggested that Brielle go upstairs and take a bath in the garden tub she loved so much while I cleaned up. She happily obliged, and I quickly cleaned the kitchen before going upstairs to get everything ready for tonight. I placed candles throughout the room on the nightstands, dressers, and railing to the loft. I spread pink rose petals on our new, freshly-washed comforter that Brielle insisted we buy, and also on the floor from the bathroom door to the bed. I dimmed the lights, and tried to decide where I should wait. Should I lie down or should I sit on the edge of the bed? Should I take my shirt off? I decided to just sit on the bed, fully-clothed. I didn't want Brielle to think I only wanted one thing. I heard the bathtub draining, and I felt Brielle's nervousness and excitement, which increased my own. For some reason, Brielle made me nervous, something no woman had ever made me feel. I wanted to live up to the expectations that came along with my experience, and I definitely did not want to disappoint her.
The door opened, and Brielle strolled out in a sexy lingerie set—she had on a black and pink zebra print bra, paired with a matching set of boy shorts trimmed with pink lace. I'm sure my mouth was hanging on the floor as I gazed over her body—she was my perfection. Her alluring legs were topped by slightly thick thighs, leading up to luscious hips, and a small, but firm ass. Her slender waist was just right, not too thick, not too thin, and her loose curls dripped water down her voluptuous chest. I immediately got up and walked over to where she stood in the door-frame before crushing her lips with mine. I tangled my hands in her wet locks as I pushed her up against the wall. She grabbed the sides of my shirt and forcibly tugged up to get it off. Our lips separated as we pulled the shirt over my head, and I reconnected my mouth with her neck, taking in her sweet scent as I trailed kisses down her collarbone to her breasts. She tipped her head back against the wall, letting out a soft moan as I gently kissed her along her chest, my tongue tasting all that I could of her. She wrapped her legs around me as I pressed her up against the wall, her hands running through my hair, slightly pulling at the back. I nipped at her breasts, causing her to arch her body towards me off the wall. My hands trailed from her ass up her back to her bra, which I unhooked and let fall to the floor.
Her breasts were even more appealing without the bra—her soft, pink nipples were so enticing that I had to take one in my mouth, instantly causing it to stiffen. I gently sucked, using one of my hands to massage its twin. I glanced up at Brielle, whose eyes were closed, pleasure coating her face. I wrapped my arms around to support her as I took her off the wall and to the bed, gently laying her down. She looked up at me with such desire in her eyes, exuding sexual want, which caused my dick to harden more. “Do you have protection?” she asked seductively.
I nodded—I was always prepared. I took the condom out of my wallet and she frowned. “Is it latex?” she asked.
“I think so, why?” I replied.
“I'm allergic to latex,” she said, brows furrowing.
Damn! “So what do you want to do?” I asked.
“I'm on the pill, so pregnancy isn't an issue, but…” she paused.
“I promise I'm clean. I have to get tested frequently in the UFC so I always use protection. If I contract something, I can't fight, so I never risk it,” I interrupted. She smiled, my answer obviously pleasing her. She separated her legs, allowing me to ease in between them. I admired her form as I ran my hands over her body, so beautiful, created just for me. She unbuttoned my jeans, and I stood back up to take them off. I resumed my position between her legs, and she pulled me to her by my shoulders, kissing me passionately, her tongue dancing with mine. I rubbed my hands along the curves of her body, stopping to caress her breasts. She grabbed my cock as she slipped her hand under my boxers, causing me to shudder from her touch. She stroked it steadily as we breathlessly kissed, and I needed to remove all barriers between us so I could feel every inch of her. I shoved my boxers down my legs, kicking them off my feet. She arched her back so I could shimmy her panties down her legs before throwing them to the floor.
I pressed my body back to hers, our connection erupting like a volcano within. Everywhere our bodies touched softly hummed with electricity, a pleasant tingle streaming over our skin. Brielle pressed her lips to my collarbone, kissing and biting me along my neck and chest. I groaned as she grabbed my fully hardened length, resuming her stroking from earlier. My fingers found her core, and I rubbed her moist warmth with my fingers. She trembled against me as my fingers glided in and out of her, causing her to stroke me harder and faster. My mouth collided with hers, my tongue plunging into her mouth as we fondled each other. I groaned as she moved my hand and maneuvered my dick to her slick opening. I pulled back slightly, teasing her by hovering over her entrance and rubbing against her clit. She growled, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me to her as she looked at me mischievously. I went to enter her, but she pulled back, locking her legs against my hips and preventing my entrance, teasing me with a taste of my own medicine.
I smugly grinned at her, lowering my mouth to her breasts and running my tongue along the mounds of her chest, grazing my teeth against her nipples. I circled my tongue around them, alternating between, the sensation causing her to relax her legs slightly as she arched her body towards me. She once again grabbed my length and guided it to her opening. This time, I sank deep into her, causing us both to shudder with my first stroke. She fisted my hair, moaning as I plunged in and out of her. I grabbed the back of her head, tugging her hair softly as I pressed our lips together. Our emotions connected as our souls melded as one, and the sensations of our sex intensified with our bond. The spark that had surfaced when we first touched turned into an inferno when I entered her, and it continued to build with each thrust, threatening to burst like a supernova. I pumped slower, but harder, and Brielle dug her nails into my shoulders, arching her hips up, causing her pussy to moisten and tighten around me, which brought us both closer to the brink of climax. I gazed in her eyes, allowing all the raw sensations swirling through our bond to overtake me. An overwhelming amount of love pulsed through our connection, and I could feel it deep in both of our souls. Tears welled in both our eyes, and Brielle's looked like ponds of liquid honey splattered with greens and browns, threatening to overflow onto her face. I tenderly kissed her before I softly spoke against her lips, “I love you, Brielle.”
She exhaled, the barrier holding back her tears shattering as she replied, “I love you, too, Jace.” I wiped away her tears with my thumbs, kissing the path they streaked down her cheeks. Our souls hummed with pleasure through our bond, and I could feel the moderate burning on the back of my neck as our tattoo started to form. I disregarded it, concerned only with Brielle's pleasure as I held her close to me, thrusting deeper as she moaned with ecstasy. I buried my face in her neck, letting her scent envelop me. She kissed my neck, and rubbed her hands up and down my back, still arched against me. I felt how close we both were to climax, which encouraged me to plunge harder and faster. Brielle yelled, “Yes! Yes! I feel it, Jace! Don't stop!” I groaned—I loved hearin
g my name pass her lips with such pleasure. She arched her back more, and after a few more thrusts, I felt her release, her warmth coating me as she screamed out, fisting the sheets in her hands. I continued to thrust as she orgasmed, causing me to come, spilling myself into her as I collapsed. Both of us panted breathlessly against each other as our bond continue to pulse with euphoria. I shifted to the side so I wouldn't crush her with my weight, and she shifted to face me, maneuvering her hips to keep me inside her.
She stroked my face, looking in my eyes and smiling lovingly at me. “That was incredible,” she said. “I've never felt anything like that before. You were right; it was like everything connected, and I felt you deep in my soul. I can't believe you feel that strongly about me,” she said, more tears clouding her eyes.
I embraced her as I told her, “No more tears. I hate seeing you cry.”
“I'm sorry. You know I'm emotional, especially when it involves you,” she admitted.
“I love you, mi amante,” I said, caressing her cheek with the back of my hand.
“I love you, too,” she replied. I softly kissed her as she wrapped her legs around me, nudging me deeper inside her. I felt another burning as the tattoo formed more from the completion of the sex stage. “What is burning me?” Brielle asked irritably, reaching for her neck.
“It's our tattoo—it was burning earlier because we completed the love stage, and it's burning now because we completed the sex stage,” I answered. “One more stage, and it will seal our bond.”
“Trust, right? But I already trust you,” she stated.
“I know, but we both have to demonstrate our trust in one another in some way to complete the stage,” I said.
“Oh. Hey, I need to clean up, you want to join me in the shower?” she asked suggestively, rocking her hips against me.
“Sure,” I said, pulling myself gently out of her. She hopped up off the bed and awkwardly walked to the shower. I followed, enjoying my view of her—she was a masterpiece, and she was all mine.
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