Chapter 17
Ace
I kiss her with far more passion than I’ve ever used before. A whole decade of fantasies come true in that moment, because this is beautifully romantic and excruciatingly sensual. I want to rush and slow down all at once, which is confusing as hell. What’s not confusing is how I feel about her.
She’s still fully dressed, and I need to be skin-on-skin with her immediately because I’ve waited way too long for this. For her.
I reach out and slide up her dress, my hands resting on her thighs. “Will this come off by pulling it over your head or does it need to be unzipped?”
“Unzipped, unfortunately.” She sits up, turning her back to me. I unzip her and still her hands when she gets ready to take it off herself.
“Let me,” I whisper. “The first time I see you naked needs to be special.”
“Can you actually see me?”
“It’s getting light out. Hang on.” I get off the bed and move to the windows, opening the curtains.
We have a lower-level room, so we have short, half-windows, but they let in plenty of light during the day.
It’s barely dawn now, but it isn’t pitch-black out anymore either, so I can see her well enough.
So, I turn to her with a smile and hold out my hands.
She got gets her feet and reaches for me.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I whisper.
I’m shirtless, wearing pajama bottoms I picked up specifically for this trip. Normally, I sleep nude or in boxers, but I needed to be prepared for whatever happened between us, including nothing. Which meant pajamas, even though I normally hate them.
“So are you.” She reaches out and gently runs her fingers along a scar on my shoulder.
She traces a line with her fingers along my biceps, and then across my chest. She grazes her nails along my stomach, staring down at my torso with pure admiration.
Then she worries her lower lip for a few seconds, before running her tongue over it, and my cock springs to life immediately.
Just watching the look in her eyes and the small smile playing on her lips is a huge turn-on.
“Is it my turn yet?” I ask in a throaty whisper.
“Yes.” She lets the front of the dress slip down a little but it’s tight so it won’t come off on its own, and I hold out one hand to steady her as she steps out of it.
She’s in nothing but a strapless bra and panties now, but her body is exactly as I envisioned it when I saw her in the dress last night—perfection.
Her hips are round and full for someone as thin as she is, the indentation of her waist giving the illusion she’s curvy, and her thighs are mouthwateringly shapely. Everything about her is flawless as far as I’m concerned, and my self-control is about to snap in a big way.
I reach out to touch her, circling her small waist with my hands. There will be plenty of time for everything, but right now, I need to make contact until we’re ready to take it further.
My phone buzzes, and I turn, worried it’s Chains. Who else would be calling at this time of the morning?
“It might be Chris, waiting for you at the gym. It’s almost seven.” Her eyes twinkle with mirth as she all but reads my mind.
“Hang on, let me tell him I’m not coming.” I grab the phone, type a quick reply to Chris, and toss it back on the bed. “Where were we?”
“You were going to make mad, passionate love to me,” she whispers playfully.
“Nothing mad about it,” I say, drawing her close. “You told me once you didn’t care if you lived in a high-rise in the city or a hut on a beach… Is that still true?”
“Absolutely.”
“I don’t know where I’m going to be or what I’m going to be doing the next few years,” I say softly. “I won’t disappear again, like I did last time, but I don’t know if we can be together like a normal couple. I need you to understand that before we do this.”
“I’d rather be alone six months of the year knowing you’re coming home to me than be with anyone else full-time.”
My mouth finds hers with a ferocity I’ve never felt before. This isn’t just sex or passion—this is a spectacular culmination of every goddamn thing that made me who I am.
And she kisses me back like a woman who knows what she wants and is going to take it because she knows damn well that I’m going to let her.
I plunge my tongue into her mouth again and again, dragging my fingers through her hair and pulling her even closer. I kiss her thoroughly, until I hope her toes curl and her pussy drips for me. Her lips are like velvet, soft and warm against mine, just like that night all those years ago.
Except now we aren’t hiding and I won’t have to stop.
I drop my head and let my mouth travel down her throat, pausing to lick and nuzzle her salty skin.
I press a kiss between her breasts before reaching back to unhook the bra.
Her breath catches as it falls away, but I’m too focused on the swell of her breasts and her raspberry nipples, which are already hard little peaks of anticipation.
I flick my tongue over one, watching as she inhales sharply, head falling back. I blow lightly and watch her nipples tighten even more as she arches her chest against me.
“More?” I ask softly, trailing one hand down her back.
“Yes. Please.”
I move to the other breast, squeezing one with my hand and softly cupping the first. Need shoots through me with such force, it’s almost unbearable, but this is about her.
Her needs, her pleasure, her desires. And she’s so beautifully responsive.
Every kiss, nip, and lick elicits the most exquisite responses, my cock swells behind my boxers almost painfully.
I’ve been on an unintentional hiatus from sex so I need her desperately.
“You’re making me crazy,” I whisper against her chest.
“Ditto.” She reaches up and runs her short nails along my scalp, tipping my head so she can look into my eyes. “You’re taking your time because that’s what you think I need, but it’s not. Take me, Ace.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice, so I back her onto the bed. Since there’s barely any room around it, it only takes one step and I follow her down, holding myself up on one elbow as I hover over her. I reach out and gently circle one nipple with my thumb, watching it harden again instantly.
“Does that make you hot?” I ask.
“Oh yeah.”
I slide my hand between her legs and find that her panties are drenched. “You’re very wet.”
“I am.” Her eyes meet mine and they’re filled with so much anticipation it accelerates my own.
I fumble with my clothes, pulling off my bottoms and realizing I no longer carry a condom in my wallet like I did when I was younger.
“Shit.” I collapse against her.
“What is it?” she asks worriedly.
“I don’t carry condoms anymore.”
“That’s okay. I have an IUD. And I’m not worried about diseases unless you are.”
“Oh, fuck.” I drop my mouth to hers and kiss her again, cupping her mound and reveling in the way it pulses against my hand.
She’s so ready and I haven’t even seen her completely naked yet.
This is going to be so good I momentarily wonder what to do next.
Kiss her some more? Play with those gorgeous breasts and watch them harden for me?
Lick that sweet pussy? Or make love to her, the one thing I’ve wanted to do for ten damn years.
I slide my thumbs into the band of her panties and pull them down with less finesse than I would have liked, but I’m starting to lose control because I need her right fucking now.
And, holy hell, we’re going to do this bare.
My beautiful Shannon trusts me, doesn’t appear even the slightest bit concerned, which blows my mind all over again.
I’m healthy, of course. I use condoms religiously, but I don’t indulge in impulsive sex anymore, so I always have time to stop and get what I need when the occasion arises.
With Shannon, all the rules fly right out the window.
The light-colored curls between her legs are damp from her arousal and I long to put my tongue there, but that will come later.
Right now, I use the fingers of one hand to spread her open and the other to press a finger inside her.
She clenches around me, drawing me in deeper as a low, sexy moan escapes her.
“That’s it, baby.” I start to fuck her with my fingers, preparing her for my cock.
Her legs shake a little as I settle between them, and I briefly wonder how bad the sex with her ex was.
Well, after tonight, she won’t remember sex with anyone else.
I want to be the only man in her life, for the rest of her life, and nothing in either of our pasts matters.
My fingers slide through her folds until I find her clit, coaxing it out of its little hood.
“Next time, it’s going to be my tongue instead of my finger,” I whisper, tracing little circles around it. “And when you come, it’s going to be all over my face.”
“Ace!” Her hips arch up, whether from my touch or just the idea of me going down on her, I’m not sure.
“Are you ready?” I ask, gliding the head of my cock between her legs, letting it move through the wetness there.
“God, yes.” She digs her fingers into my back, pulling me closer.
I push into her, watching as her mouth opens a little and her eyes close. She’s so damn tight, almost like a virgin, except there’s no resistance. She’s panting as I move, her chest rising and falling.
“Too much?” I ask, pausing.
“It’s been a long time for me and you’re…bigger than I’m used to.”
“Okay. We’ll go slow.” I pause, reaching out to cradle her head with one hand, and leaning down to capture her mouth in a soft, sweet kiss.
I coax a response from her and when her tongue is wrapped up in mine, soft whimpers coming from deep in her chest, I press deeper.
She tenses, so I ease back, allowing her time to adjust.
Her eyes open and she gives me the tiniest smile, her body beginning to relax. I start to move again, advancing a little and then pulling back, letting her get used to how it feels for me to fill her.
“This is heaven,” I groan against her mouth. “You feel so good.”
“You too.” She moves beneath me, arching her hips to give me a better angle and before I know it, I’m fully sheathed in her warm, snug pussy.
“Jesus.” I have to close my eyes and breathe because I’m seconds away from exploding inside her.
“You’re huge,” she sighs, but it’s a happy sound now, her satiny walls squeezing me deeper.
“Thanks?” I nip at her lower lip before kissing her again, keeping my movements light.
“Fuck me, Ace. I’m okay.”
“I can’t, baby.” I press my forehead to hers. “Or it’ll be over.”
“Then we can do it again.” She clutches my ass and forces me in even deeper, her thighs tightening around me.
“Dammit, Shannon, I want this to last.” I reach for her hands and lace my fingers with hers, holding them tightly on either side of her head.
“It will.” Our eyes meet and lock, and time stands still.
I can’t think, move, or even breathe as I lie there buried inside the woman of my dreams, her gorgeous blue eyes focused on mine, something so raw in their depths that I’m completely captivated.
I move, barely, easing out and back in, slowly, methodically, trying to focus on her face and not the incredible feeling between my legs.
How tight and wet she is. How her body is practically swallowing me, body and soul.
Her breathing hitches a little and I adjust my angle, looking to find the spot that will do her in.
Most women require clitoral stimulation to get off, but Shannon won’t. Not this time anyway. I know it instinctively, because she’s already so close. If I can hit her G-spot, it will be all over for both of us.
I glide in and out, holding her hands firmly, my eyes never leaving hers. She squirms, meeting me thrust for thrust, and she lets out a soft cry as her pussy starts to convulse.
“That’s it, honey.” I drive in faster and harder.
“Oh, God!” Her wail is loud in the silence but I pick up my pace, hammering into her through her orgasm and then growling through my own.
I finally rest against her, my eyes closing as she continues to jerk from the tiny spasms still shaking her.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, kissing her repeatedly, though my kisses are soft and gentle now, in the aftermath of what we just did. “This was fucking amazing.”
“I knew it would be like this,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and burying her face in my neck.
“How?” I ask, stroking her hair.
“Perfect.”
“It was absolutely perfect.” As is she.
Now if only I can figure out how to tell her that without sounding like an idiot.