Chapter 26 - Nova
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Sweet baby Jesus, what in the actual fuck just happened. I feel like I've run a marathon with how hard I'm breathing. In my experience of practically zero, that was the single most erotic thing I have ever had happen to me. I wanted to tell him to keep going. That I needed his hands on my body as much as I needed air in my lungs but the words never came. The way his lips felt as he pressed each kiss along my shoulder and up my neck. A small whine escapes me and I don't know if I've ever felt this needy.
Letting my wedding dress fall to the ground, I open the door to the shower. The hot rush of air causing goosebumps to form all over my skin. Everything is heightened and as I let the hot water rush over me, I can't help but let my hands explore my body. Touching myself in a way I hope Ace will one day trace. Skimming my fingers over my soft curves, I finally give up resisting and bring them up to my breasts. Cupping them, I firmly squeeze my nipples, picturing Ace standing behind me, his strong calloused hands the perfect amount of roughness against my soft skin. Closing my eyes, I lean against the shower wall, regretting now more than ever that I didn't pack my travel vibrator into my toiletries.
Rookie mistake.
My fingers slip between my folds, briefly circling my clit before dipping two fingers inside me. Biting down on my bottom lip I have to stifle a moan as I rock against my hand and I can't help but tweak my nipple. A little touch of pain with my pleasure.
It took me a long time to relax into my body after everything. Reclaiming yourself and your sexuality is not an easy feat. Some days I couldn't even look in the mirror, too scared to face the reflection looking back at me. A lot of therapy and a whole lot of love from Ma and Pop helped me find this new version of myself. As well as having Ace by my side almost every day. We talked every chance we could as he worked the remainder of his contract with the Army and before he moved to Hidden Valley with me. His vague reasoning of not having any other family to go to seemed to only grow our connection stronger. Understanding that his childhood of being passed around different foster care houses meant he never really felt he had a place, other than when he enlisted. The fact that he wanted to move near me, with me, was one of the many times his actions showed the true character of the man he is.
Images of Ace flicker in and out of my mind as I think of his hard muscles pressed against me. What it would feel like to have his mouth on me, his cock in me.
Rocking harder against my hand, I press the heel of my palm to my clit, finally getting the extra friction I’m looking for. Small whimpers escape me as I fall over the edge, after-shocks rolling through my body in the wake of my orgasm. Before today, I would have been on the fence if Ace could ever want me like that. Sure, there have been times over the years that I thought could this mean something different, but our friendly banter, our constant touching, and our love for each other always overshadowed the need for sexual intimacy like this.
But now ... our first kiss, his tenderness when he helped me with my zip. All it does is highlight how much I really want this part of him ... and I think the feelings mutual. Turning the shower off, I dry myself, silently cursing that I didn't take a change of clothes in here. Tying one of the fluffy robes around me, I try to ignore any notion that he'll know what I just did in the shower but also remind myself to be more confident. To make sure he understands, without a shadow of a doubt, what I want from him.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I'm trying not to think of the fact I'm naked underneath this robe and with the simple tug of the tie, it will fall loose. Cringing slightly at how much that sounds like the plotline in a bad porno. I need to remember that I'm not that desperate ... yet.
Ace crosses the small room, giving me a quick embrace and kissing my forehead.
“Hopefully you’re nice and relaxed after that, love. I know it's been a bit of a long day and tomorrow’s going to feel even longer.”
Blushing, I can’t help the little smirk I make knowing that I was touching myself to thoughts of him and he just thinks I was unwinding. Well, technically I was, I guess.
“Let me just grab a change of clothes and I'll be ready whenever dinner is,”
I say smiling up at him. “What did you end up ordering, anyways?”
He leaves my side, picking up my suitcase and dropping it onto the bed. A small hum starting to vibrate from the impact.
“Must have nudged your toothbrush on,”
he says looking at the suitcase and scratching the back of his head.
Gasping in horror, I cover my mouth. A sudden fear taking over. Charlie and Mila packed some of my bags, knowing that I would be getting married.
“Oh gods, they didn't,”
I mumble under my breath as I frantically try to get my suitcase open.
“No, no, no, no,”
I continue.
“What is it?”
Ace says, prying the zip from my fingers and throwing the lid open.
It's like a spotlight suddenly appears, highlighting the number of sex toys crammed into my suitcase. The pulsing vibration of a fluorescent purple vibrator bouncing all over them. I look up at Ace in horror, utterly speechless at the man I just masturbated to was looking at a pile of sex toys, on what is technically our wedding night.
“I'm going to refrain from being inappropriate right now for the sake of the colour draining from your cheeks. I take it you didn't know about this.”
He says, trying to keep his voice under control but failing at the smile creeping over his face.
“Ace”
Is all I manage to gasp, shaking my head at the sight before me.
“Here, I'll pack this all away and we can just put it down to a silly prank.”
Wide eyed, I stare at him as he empties one of our shopping totes and starts to collect the assorted toys. But, despite my utter panic, Ace picks the first one up. A transparent glass plug and takes his time inspecting it before placing it in the bag.
“Ace! Don't look at them for fucks sake.”
“Oh, this one has a remote.”
“ACE,”
I shriek, shoving his shoulders to hurry him along.
“Easy now, love, or I’ll be forced to put these on and model them for you,”
he says, holding up a pair of edible undies.
“Those are for women. I'm the one who's meant to wear them,”
I say, frustrated at his lack of urgency, only realising what I've said as the final word leaves my mouth. Gasping again, I quickly push everything aside, taking the first clothes I see and race back into the bathroom, mortified. Don't get me wrong, I like toys. Love them in fact. What I don't love, is having the man I'm desperate to have a proper physical relationship with smirking over the sudden appearance of a variety of sex toys.
I'm absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt going to have to kill Charlie and Mila now. That’s literally the only way forward for us.
My shoulders drop and my stomach rumbles, knowing I can't stay in here forever. A gentle tapping on the bathroom door brings me out of my pity party.
“Darlin'? I promise all things adult have been removed from our bags.”
“Bags? There were more of them?”
I can hear a faint chuckle through the door before he says, “There was a strap-on in my bag and seven bottles of lube in the snacks.”
“Not the snacks. Is nothing sacred. We're going to have to kill them now, you know,”
I moan, resting my forehead against the door.
“Can you open up? Dinner should be here in a few minutes and I want to have a quick shower. We can talk about all the ways to pay them back when we eat. I could always pick the lock?”
His voice is calm and soothing, and I suddenly don't care about everything that's just happened. I want a hug and some food. Comfort from my husband is nothing that a bag of sex toys is going to get in the way of. Turning the latch, the door unlocks and Ace gently pushes the door open, standing before me with slightly pink cheeks.
“There was a tentacle dildo,”
he blurts out.
“Ace!”
I practically yell, swiping his chest as he laughs, pulling me into a hug.
“I'm mortified,”
I muffle against his hard muscles, defeated. He gently rubs my back, and I melt into his embrace like every other time we’ve hugged.
Three sharp taps, followed by a call of room service cause us to pull apart. Ace swiftly moves toward the door, pulling a gun out of nowhere and hiding it as he pulls it open. I'll never understand where he hides all of the weapons he carries because I never feel them on him, but looking at him now as I pull down some plates from the small kitchenette cupboard, I can't help but smile at him, knowing that even if I could change something about him I wouldn't.
He's perfect.
He's mine.