Chapter 38- Ace
Lay Me Down - Sam Smith
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Gods, I wish my damn cock wasn't so eager to get inside Nova and would settle the fuck down. My final gift for her is myself. Or at least my naked body, she already has my heart. After coming in my pants for the third time since we delved into the sexual side of our relationship, it took me no time at all to gather my tools in my romance suitcase and make a plan. One that has left me lying on top of our bed, naked, and covered by a small cloth which I am currently regretting because my cock is making it look like it’s camping season. I've turned on as many candles as I could in the forty seconds I allowed for her to read the card I taped to the door, but the longer I wait here the more anxious I'm becoming.
Readjusting my cock for the umpteenth time, I quickly check my breath in case I need to brush my teeth again and prop myself up a little more on the pillows I’m leaning against. I'm half sitting against the headboard trying to strike my most alluring pose as I wait for her. Should I prop my knee up a little? Or maybe I put one hand behind my head?
The soft click of the latch takes all of my attention as the door slowly swings open and Nova stands on the threshold. I can see her chest rise with each breath and her eyes widen when they land on my cock tented under the cloth.
This is probably the only time in my life I've actively wanted a soft cock.
“So I thought I’d expand a little more on the note in the card. I’m naked ... under this cloth I mean.”
Her eyes are still focused on the tent between my legs and I'm internally rolling my eyes as I say, “Just try to ignore it. It might go down ... eventually.”
“It's a horse cock. Ace, you have a horse cock,”
she gasps.
“Is not a horse cock, Nova. It's a little bigger than average, I guess, but I'd have serious back issues if it was as big as a horse. What I'm trying to say is that I want you to explore my body. Look at it, touch it and I'm not just talking about my little friend down there.”
“Huge fucking friend more like it,”
she mumbles, still staring at it.
Continuing, I say, “I want you to be comfortable with my body and how you feel around me. Figure out some limits without the pressure of me hounding you for more than you want. I'm just going to sit here, darlin'. If you want to ride me, have those pretty tits bounce in my face, then you need to be the one to do it. If you want me to touch you, then tell me where. If you want to come sit on my face so I can feast, then I'm a growing lad who needs feeding. You’re in control, love. Each and every time until you tell me otherwise, you’re the one in control.”
Her pupils get wider as I say each filthy thing I want her to do to me, or me to her. Closing the small distance between us, she stands at the edge of the bed chewing on her bottom lip as she looks my body over. Her thighs clench and her hand comes out and almost touches me before she quickly snatches it back.
“So you won't touch me unless I ask?”
She questions, and I nod in agreement.
“If I can help you along then I will but I'll ask you first before I touch.”
Her brow furrows in concentration and in less than a second she’s untied the robe, my cock swelling until it's almost painful as I watch her crawl onto the bed.
Now I have a horse cock.
Kneeling next to me, only a small piece of material stands between me and her naked body. She takes a deep breath, slowly dragging the material away, gliding it across my sensitive tip and I almost come on the spot ... again. This is going to be the worst night of edging in existence. Her body is beyond stunning. Sitting so close to me, I want so desperately to touch her, to drag my tongue over her soft belly and taste her.
“It's too big, Ace. It will never fit,”
she breathes, her words coming out so faint they’re like a thought floating in the air.
“It’ll fit, darlin',”
I growl, as her hand wraps around my base.
I'm not gonna last a second if she keeps this up. Her hand stays in place and she squeezes me firmly. Pre cum beads at my tip and I groan, my whole body practically vibrating from these first few touches of pure heaven and I desperately want to thrust up into her hand. I'm so on edge that not even thoughts of my old drill sergeant can distract me. His sour face morphs into Novas and I have visions of her wearing my uniform. Standing like a poised warrior ... holding a pen knife.
Her eyes meet mine to see how I react and I see the power rise in her when it sinks in that she's in control, that she can trust me with this part of herself. Slowly she leans over me, flattening her tongue and licking up my shaft. Her mouth is barely over my tip when I lose all control and blow my load like a teenage boy seeing his first pair of boobs. Her eyes don't stray from mine but I feel the jolt of confusion as my cum dribbles down her chin while she coughs, sputtering in surprise. It's hands down the most embarrassing and erotic thing I've ever seen.
Panting, I don't know how to smoothly recover from shooting my cum in her mouth the first time she touches me. Averting from her gaze, I quickly look to the ceiling hoping to catch my breath and figure out how to say sorry at the same time when I feel her body shift next to mine. Her legs straddle my waist and I feel the heat of her pussy below my belly button and the length of my cock, which is still hard by the way, nestled in between her ass cheeks. Throwing my forearm over my eyes I groan at how poorly this is going but I’m met with the soft melody of her laughter.
“Ace, don't hide from me. It's okay. Unexpected but okay. I didn't mind it, honestly.”
“I’m meant to be all mysterious and manly, but the first time you touch me I almost blind you with my man juice.”
“Ew, don't say man juice.”
“Baby batter?”
“Ace, no!”
“I’m ruining this aren't I.”
“You could never ruin anything for me. This is perfect ... This is us.”
Her hands rub up and down my chest, as she looks so lovingly at me. “I’d like you to kiss me now. Touch my body and kiss me.”
Sitting up, our chests meet as her body presses against mine, and she leisurely rests her arms on my shoulders. Her face clear and a smile grinning at me. I think at this point it's safe to say that I'm more nervous than she is.
Resting my forehead against hers, I breathe her in, closing my eyes as I let myself have my first real touch of her. Sure, we’ve touched before but not like this. Not in a way that I can take my time feeling every dip and curve to her body. Our kisses start softly and I think I like that I can taste myself on her tongue. This neanderthal need to stake my claim on her. Increasing slowly, there is so much passion and tension between us that it feels like I could combust and live in this feeling forever. Pulling away from me, she looks me over as she rises up onto her knees, my hard cock bouncing against my belly button, between us. Reaching down, she places my tip at her entrance, never breaking eye contact as she sinks down slightly, stopping when I'm only just inside her.
“It’s okay if you need to stop, love. We don't have to ... we can stop.”
I analyse her every movement, every touch, every breath. I wish I could dive inside her brain and try to help along whatever she's feeling. Lifting herself off me, her brow furrows as she settles down on my thighs. I'm so relieved our connection is more than physical and I hope she feels safe enough to tell me what's happening.
“It's not that. I want to keep going. I don't know how to describe it, I just feel in my head about it all. I want this and I feel safe with you ... but I think. I think I want you to be in charge. I trust you to make this good for both of us,”
she whispers.
I take a second to understand what she's asking and I hope I can make this special for her. It's like losing my virginity all over again but this time I know what I'm doing. Without thought I pull her hips into mine, making her gasp as she falls back onto the bed. Her breasts bounce from the movement and I raise one of her legs, laying a tender kiss on the inside of her ankle as I kneel in between her legs.
“Why don't we take this back to basics,”
I say, kissing a little further down her leg. “I'm going to save eating your pussy for another time,”
I say, as she nods in response, her eyes locked on each of my movements. Leaning forward, I nestle in between her thighs, my cock happy to be back against her pussy.
I prop myself up on my elbows, not wanting to smother her with my weight and our size difference.
“How does this feel?”
I ask, knowing what her limits are but we never talked about if the missionary position could trigger her.
“This is good, I feel safe like this with you,”
she smiles up at me, her hands rubbing over my chest and shoulders, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
“I’m going to rock into you now, love. This is the wrong time to bring this up but I've not been with anyone for quite a few years now. I don't want to put a condom on but I have one if you want me to. I want to feel the moment I sink into your wet pussy for the first time. I want to fill you with my cum and watch it dribble out when we're done. I want to know that hours from now a part of me will still be inside you and going forward, as many times as you’ll let me, I want to keep it in there.”
Her hips grind against mine as I talk. The lust and need are visible on her face as she gasps, “I want that too.”
My cock has a mind of its own and the second time I roll my hips against hers, I slide almost halfway in. She's so wet and ready for me that there’s little resistance. Her cries echoing out across the room as her nails dig into my back. I'll be proud to wear those marks, a visible reminder of all the love between us. I stop my movements, giving her time to adjust to my size. My spine tingles and there is a light sweat forming across my body as I start to rock into her again. Her pussy squeezes all around me and it feels like I'm finally in the place I have searched for my whole life, connected to the one person who has remained unwavering in their love for me.
“Is it in? Surely it has to be all the way in?”
she whimpers.
Chuckling, I lean down and take her nipple into my mouth, sucking and lightly biting it before kissing a path to the other one to give it the same attention. Her hips start to move against mine, taking me a litter deeper as I feel her pussy relax a little more.
“Just about halfway. How about you reach down and play with your clit?”
“Halfway! Are you sure it will fit? You feel so big, Ace. It's like I can feel my pussy stretch for you, it stings but it's a good sting, you know,”
she says moaning. Her hand dips between us and her fingers explore where our bodies join. The heel of her palm pressing against her clit while her fingers touch my length. She continues to roll her hips letting me in a little further each time. The way her tight pussy grips onto me, so warm and inviting is like a feeling I've never experienced. Being connected to your person like this leaves every other woman I’ve ever been with to fall to the wayside, until Nova is the only thing I can remember. I kiss her slowly, tease her body until I’m firmly seated inside her as small whimpers of pleasure slip from her mouth.
My tongue parts her lips seeking entrance and I pull half out and ease into her again, keeping my pace steady, guided by her gasps and moans.
“I love you,”
I tell her.
Her nails resume their place against my back and I relish the pain they bring me, her pussy tightening and clenching so hard I can feel she's almost there.
“You have my heart,”
I whisper into her ear.
Keeping my pace steady, I’m practically wrapped around her now, resting on my elbows so my full weight isn't holding her down. I can keep kissing her from this position, staring into her eyes as I bring her to the point of no return. Her legs wrap around my waist, changing the angle of us and taking me deeper.
“You have my soul, wife,”
I growl, the emotion of what we're experiencing overflowing.
I’m almost there with her, taking my hand to pinch her nipple bringing her over the edge. She likes a little bit of pain with her pleasure. Crying out my name to the empty room, her whole body trembles as her orgasm rolls through her. I pump into her a couple more times until I follow her over, my hot cum spurting into her as we fall apart in each other's arms. Staying firmly in place, I leave soft kisses all over her face and neck, her panting beginning to ease and her legs relax, falling from around my waist.
“I don't think I can walk now,”
she pants, and I laugh into the crook of her neck.
“You're mine, Nova. I was never going to leave you but our fate is sealed now. From the minute my feelings for you changed there was going to be no one else but you.”
“Is it weird that your possessiveness doesn't terrify me like it probably should,”
she says smiling up at me.
“Just as long as you know that I will find you and love you in every lifetime.”
Slowly, I ease out of her, immediately regretting my decision to do so when we’re no longer connected. Looking at her swollen pussy, I’m transfixed, my cum leaking out of her and I’m compelled to scoop as much of it as I can back inside.
Next time.
Quickly racing into the bathroom, I wet a cloth with warm water, coming back into the room to find Nova spread on the bed still, a look of awe on her face.
“I did it Ace. We did it. The thing I thought I was never going to be able to do, I did it.”
Cleaning between her legs, I throw the cloth aside and retrieve an item from my romance suitcase.
“This might not be appropriate, but I really like them and in my defence, I was going to use it on our final night here but we’re celebrating so ...”
Pulling the large confetti cannon out from behind my back, I twist it watching it explode into the room. Thousands of tiny rainbow tissue paper rain down on us and I dive onto the bed as she screams out in laughter, wrapped in my arms as we roll around.
“Why on earth did you bring that!”
“Think about it, is there ever a wrong moment for a confetti cannon?”
I ask, laughing but being completely serious.
“Yes. What about a funeral?
“You mean a celebration of life?”
“A protest?”
“Celebration of speech.”
“Getting stung by a jellyfish?”
Grinning, I roll on top of her, trapping her in my arms as I say, “A celebration of having you pee on me.”
“Ace!”
she squeals, trying to wiggle out of my hold, “I'm not going to pee on you.”
“Not even for a jellyfish sting?”
“Maybe for that but not any other time. Well, maybe in the shower or something but I draw the line at the bedspread.”
Chuckling at her response, she has no idea how proud I am of her and everything she's accomplished. “I love you, wife. This was to celebrate you and everything you’ve achieved,”
I say, throwing a handful of confetti back into the air from where it had settled around us.