4. Ace
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Ace
The footage of us getting engaged is shaky and the one that’s closest is too muffled to hear what we’re saying, thank goodness.
There is one really great photo of Ollie with his arms around my neck and burying his face in my neck. I love how content he looks.
Risking a glance at him now, I catch him admiring the ring instead of scrolling his phone again.
We’re tucked away from the world enjoying the peace together.
Well, trying to. His phone has been buzzing since we got back to our room. He clicks it closed and seeks me out, in the now dark part of his side.
I close mine and set it on my nightstand. I try to pull him into my arms.
Instead of cuddling my side like I expected, he climbs on top of me and straddles me. It’s too dark to see, so I let my hands see for me. They wander under his shirt and up his sides.
There’s a strong wave of something pulling us together. He leans down and finds my lips, I accept his kiss and moan as one of his hands runs through my hair.
“I love you,” he says against my lips.
It does something to my heart and body.
“I love you too,” I whisper back.
His hands move to rest on my chest as his hard dick grinds into mine.
My fingers seek his out and run across the cool metal across his finger.
How wrong is it that I love that he’s claimed by me so visibly to others? Even in the dark here, I love feeling it on his hand.
It makes my dick strain in my briefs.
We spend what feels like thirty minutes rubbing our dicks against each other’s and kissing. The steady grinding of him on me drives me mad in the best way. Eventually I flip him onto his back and climb on top of him, grinding my dick into his in a slow motion, then quick.
“Ace…” he groans.
It sends shivers through my body.
“Yeah baby?” I ask, my voice deeper than normal.
“I love you,” he says.
Now that my eyes have adjusted to the dark, I see him throw his head back as I dry hump him hard and fast.
He groans long and loud, and something goes off in my chest like a firework.
I pull his head up and kiss him long and hard, my orgasm taking me by surprise.
We both cum against each other and I kiss him long and deep as his dick pulsates against mine.
My lips move up to his forehead then the top of his head and he goes limp beneath me.
After a minute I shift so I’m sitting upright. I click on the light and he hisses.
“Bad kitty,” I tease.
I love how he giggles and covers his face.
“Let’s get cleaned up.”
We strip and crawl into bed fully naked, plus our rings and fall asleep fast holding each other.
* * *
I wake to the sound of some machine whirring and a gurgling sound.
A sunbeam streams directly across my face and I shade my face so I can look around.
“Sorry,” Oliver says sheepishly.
Sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi he’s filling it and squirting an entire bottle of soap into the water.
“What…” I was going to ask what he’s doing but it’s clear.
I love his giddy expression.
“Can I join you?”
“Yes!”
The bubbles grow higher and higher and Oliver is stripping. I watch as he climbs into the mass of reflective bubbles.
When I finally pull myself from the bed he’s turned off the water and it’s my turn to strip.
I toss my clothes in a pile next to his and slip into the tub beside him.
“Ouch!”
“What’s wrong?” He asks, causally placing bubbles on top of his head and across his face.
“It’s hot!”
“Oh? I guess I like it boiling hot.”
I force my feet in but pull them out a moment later because they turn red!
“I don’t know how you’re casually sitting in that lava water.”
He shrugs. “Guess I’m tough.”
My mouth opens in shock. “Wow! Okay then,” I tease reaching across and tickling his armpit.
“Stop or I’ll blow bubbles at you!”
“Blow me anytime,” I reply with a wink.
Following through with his threat, he blows a handful of bubbles at me. I retaliate by rubbing the bubbles from his hair.
“Hey!”
We go back and forth for a moment until some water sloshes from the tub.
“Looks like we might have to call Terry after all,” Ollie says with a wince.
“No, that’s okay.”
I leave the edge of the Jacuzzi and start mopping it up.
“You enjoy your hot bath, I’ll watch you play from the end.”
Ollie giggles but continues playing with the bubbles.
Once I hang up the towel I plop on the bed and continue watching him.
* * *
The sun is setting on our last night here. Oliver is across the pool watching it go down. Water drips from the curls around his head. Pulling out my phone, I snap a candid picture of him leaning against the wall, faced away, the sky painted a brilliant array of pinks and reds. The sight is stunning.
I open Instagram and despite my hatred of sharing all my personal stuff, this photo needs to be shared with the world.
Oliver is worth sharing, even if it’s hard. Which is exactly why our trip is short and I have a surprise for him waiting at home.
Eventually I slip into the water and we race across the pool several times before ending the night by floating on our backs across the pool lazily.
I’m excited to take him back home and see if he likes what I’ve got planned, but I’m nervous as hell. What if he hates it? I push that thought aside and enjoy our last night together at this special place.