Nothing we do tonight is going to erase the horror of the last few days. But it will make me feel normal for as long as it lasts, and I’m desperate for that normalcy.
More than that, though? There’s a calm voice inside my head that tells me this is right. That this is the man I’ve been waiting for, even though I never knew I was waiting for any particular reason at all. It whispers Ace’s name as I struggle to plaster my body against his.
Throwing caution to the wind, I moan. “Touch me, Ace. Everywhere.”
There’s a rough sound in the back of his throat and he flips me onto my back, hovering above me on his forearms. Leaning down, he kisses me again, punishing my mouth with his as his body lowers onto mine.
“Ace, I can’t…I need…” My body burns bright, humming with energy and heat. But not as bright as my heart, which swells until a cardiac event seems like a real possibility.
Every touch of his hands, his mouth, his tongue…they make me feel like the world isn’t ending. He makes me feel secure even though I know we’re both in a ton of trouble.
Pulling back from me just enough so that he can stare into my eyes, his glint softly.
“What do you want, angel?”
It’s a question no guy has ever asked me. I’ve always made it known, but for one of them to ask? He’s burrowing into my heart with every moment I spend with him, and I’m almost more scared of that than of the imminent danger from an outside source.
“You.” It’s a hoarse whisper, but I know he hears it. “Every piece you have to give.”
It’s permission. It’s a request. And it’s everything he needs to turn my world upside down in a completely different, soul-crushing way.
The intensity in his eyes flares, visible even in the dim light of the bedroom, and the precision with which he removes his t-shirt from over my head makes my heartbeat quicken in my chest. He stares down at me, my rapid breathing causing my breasts to rise and fall. There’s no hesitation in me, and Ace must read that certainty in my expression. Slowly, he draws a finger across my collarbone, between my cleavage, all the way down my stomach. My eyes never leave his, even when his gaze drops from mine to watch the trail he blazes with his hand. He traces my hipbone before reaching my slit and finding my dripping with desire for him.
“Goddamn,” he breathes. “You’re so perfect.”
They’re the last words I remember him saying before his mouth follows his finger and his name falls from my lips in a moan.
His tongue circles my clit, once, twice, and my hips buck off the soft surface of the mattress. My fingers find their way into the soft strands of his hair, and my eyes close as ecstasy washes over me.
No man has ever touched me like this, teased me like this, made me feel this good.
And I want—no, I need—more.
When my climax builds to the point of pleasurable pain, I cry out and hold onto his shoulders like my life depends on it. One last flick of his tongue causes me to crash over the edge, falling into my orgasm with a perfectly executed swan dive.
I recover, panting heavily, while I watch Ace undress. He swipes his shirt over his head, and my eyes rove over piles of rock hard muscle covering his chest and abs. Then he pops the button on his jeans, sliding them down over his hips and allowing them to fall to the floor.
His black boxers follow, and the sight of his erection, huge and waiting, pushes me right back into overdrive.
“God, Ace…you’re so beautiful.”
His eyes darken as they glide over my body, and then he’s climbing on top of me. “Baby,” he whispers. “Reach into that nightstand and grab a condom.”
I do, and he rips open the packet and slides it over himself. When he’s positioned at my entrance, he hesitates, staring down at me. Everything about Ace right now is intentional, full of heat and tenderness.
“This is your first time, Naima?”
I nod, my bottom lip slipping between my teeth.
“Then hold onto me baby. This will hurt, but I promise it’ll only be for a second.”
I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck. With one quick thrust, he breaks my barrier and seats himself inside me fully. There, he pauses, waiting for my body to adjust and recover.
The burst of pain blooms and then resides, over nearly as fast as it began, and then longing pulses deep in my core. I want this. I want more.
Wiggling my hips, I stare up at him with my hands framing his face. “Ready, Ace.”
He blinks, allowing his eyes to remain closed for a moment before he focuses on me again. Then he starts to move, the deep motions of his hips driving his hard cock into me again and again.
“Oh, my God.” My breath hisses out of me, my nipples tender and swollen against his chest.
Every single part of my body is sensitized to every movement of his, and I’m practically vibrating with each of his thrusts.
“You.” His voice grinds out the word. “Are. So. Fucking. Perfect.”
His hips punctuate each word, and I hear the truth ringing from them. Pride and confidence surge through me, and I raise my hips to meet his thrusts.
This, I can do. I can make him feel just as good as he makes me feel.
He groans, his eyes rolling back in his head, and he moves faster. Faster, Deeper.
Our bodies slick with heat and sweat, we’re joined together like one
