“Damn, you’re so beautiful.”
I thought about the woman in the hot tub, every man’s wet dream come to life. I wanted to cover myself, knowing he must be comparing me to her. I knew I’d come out lacking. Ace must have seen the insecurities on my face because he asked, “What’s wrong?”
Not having the mental strength to talk about my feelings, I instead sat up and reached for him, pulling him down until our mouths were connected again.
This.
This was what I needed. Wanted. Craved.
His mouth on mine, making me forget every problem in the world.
I wasn’t sure how long he kissed me like that, exploring my mouth with his, taking and giving, but I was breathless by the time our lips parted. So was he.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he said, laying his head on my breasts. Just lying there, holding me close.
I stroked my fingers through his hair, listening to him breathe. This was the Ace no one else got to see, at least I didn’t think they did.
Vulnerable. All of his walls forgotten, if only for a few minutes.
“Are you okay?” I asked him and he lifted his head to look me in the eye.
He grinned, and my stomach twisted again. It wasn’t that cocky grin, but one that reached his eyes and softened his features. “I am now.”
“Kiss me, Ace.”
“I will, darlin’. Everywhere.”
Then his mouth was on mine again, and what started as gentle took on an urgency I wasn’t expecting. It was as if he was trying to devour me, consume me. Feed off me. Heaven help me, I fed off him too.
Curling my legs around his waist, I held on to him with all of my strength.
His kiss. It stirred something deep in my soul. The way our tongues twisted together, his teeth nipping, taking and giving. So good.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said against my lips before he slid his mouth down to my ear. “You’re so beautiful, so strong and soft at the same time. Perfect.” His lips moved down my neck, nipping at my skin before tracing a path to my breast.
“You’re so responsive,” he murmured and bit my nipple until I groaned, arching into him, needing more.
“I want to taste your sweet pussy, Holly. Eat you so hard you come all over this bed.”
“Yes, please.” The words were a whisper, a prayer.
Sucking my nipple deep into his mouth, he trailed a finger down my stomach and over my hip. “Then I’m going to make you come with my fingers inside you. Then my cock. Then my tongue again.”
He was driving me crazy as his thumb circled my clitoris, his teeth biting the undersides of my breasts.
“You’re so wet.” One finger, then another slid inside me. He pulled them out and lifted them to his lips. “And taste so fucking good. Addictive.”
“Ace, please.” I was begging now, and I didn’t care. Nothing else mattered but being with him. He moved down the bed, sinking his tongue into my navel. I arched into the touch, and he chuckled. My body was on fire with need.
“Your pussy’s so pretty and pink,” he pushed my legs farther apart, “opening up like a flower for me.”
He lowered his head, and the touch of his tongue sent a jolt of electricity through me. I cried out as his lips wrapped around my clit, and he sucked hard before biting down on the sensitive nerves. His fingers were back, deep inside of me, then skimming over the place that made me moan.
He added a third finger, stretching me, making my eyes roll back in my head as I clutched at his hair. “Please,” I begged.
“Please what, Holly?”
I couldn’t answer because his teeth scraped my clit and he began to spear his fingers inside me. I exploded, pleasure assaulting me from every direction. My toes. The roots of my hair. Even as I was still screaming through the release, he didn’t let up, but thrust harder, faster, pushing me harder toward the next brink.
My vision turned white as I came again, so hard my limbs felt locked in the pleasure.
I was overly sensitive now and tried to push him away, but his tongue had replaced his fingers, now lapping softly as I recovered from the intensity of my experience.
“I want your mouth,” he said as he rose above me and climbed up my body, his tongue stroking up my neck until his lips captured the lobe of my ear. He took my mouth again, this time, my taste on his tongue. As our mouths collided, he ground into me, his hard length creating delicious friction on my clit. I cried out, and he deepened the kiss further.
This was who I wanted.
It’d been him since that first moment, no matter how hard I’d told myself it wasn’t.
I wanted to tell him how I felt, but I was afraid. Afraid of scaring him. Losing him. I knew he didn’t feel the same way.
I moaned the loss of his lips when he moved up my body even further, planting one knee on each side of my head. Moisture glistened at the tip, and I licked it away, savoring his taste, savoring his groan, the way he threw his head back at my touch.
Taking him into my mouth, I closed my lips around him, loving the weight of him on my tongue, desperate for every inch. Slowly, he fed me his cock as I watched his face hovering above me. Our eyes met as he pulsed gently in and out of my mouth, his breath heaving from his chest as he fought to not push too deep. As I watched him, I could see the strain on his face, his battle between taking what he wanted and not hurting me.
“So good,” he murmured as my tongue circled the tip. “And you’ve got to stop because I’m not ready for this to end.”
I let him go because I wasn’t ready for this to end either.
Reaching for the condom, I rolled it down his length as he settled between my thighs. Then his weight was back, pressing me down into the mattress as he nudged against my entrance.
“Open your eyes,” he told me and when I did, he thrust hard, spearing me in one long stroke, then capturing my gasp in his mouth.
This was what sex was supposed to be like. Two bodies giving and taking. I loved the sounds of our skins slapping together, the smells filling the room, our breaths warming each other.
I sank my teeth into his shoulder as I unraveled underneath him, my body responding to his hard, powerful thrusts. He slammed into me again and again, his face hard and tight with his intensity. My legs shook as pain and pleasure coursed through me. I was at his mercy. He rolled his hips, withdrawing just enough for me to feel his loss before he filled me again in a soul shattering thrust.
There was a hard edge to Ace’s hunger for me. A deep, insatiable need that was almost violent. I loved it. Loved the vibration of our bodies crashing together, the words he murmured, the look in his eyes.
When he lifted my legs and changed our angle, I cried out, my body tightening as I raced for pleasure’s edge. He moaned my name, and the word washed over me as a tide of sensation swept me away.
He wouldn’t allow me to rest. He pushed on. In and out. Harder and faster until I was building again. I was sobbing when I crashed again, just a few moments before he roared out his release.