“Should you be moving those?” I ask, head quirked as I watch him struggle with their weight.
“I’m fine.”
“You could ask for help, you know?” I say, going over to relieve him of one of the bags. He strikes me as the type of person that can’t stand to make more than one trip back from their car, and I tuck that tidbit of information away. Peeling back the layers on his guarded but intense personality.
“Like you’re in any shape to help out right now.” He grunts, dropping the bags from his arms. I push him lightly on the chest, making him wince.
“If that hurt, then you shouldn’t be moving these.”
He pushes me back on my shoulder making me topple.
“Yeah? Well, if you’re so easily pushed off balance, you shouldn’t be doing it either.” He lunges for me, and I squeal, taking off into the house as he chases me. My equilibrium hasbeen shit, and I end up bumping into several pieces of furniture as I scurry away from my predator.
Ace is close behind me, and it hits me that I haven’t felt this full of joy in such a long time. The emotion is one that has me wanting to grab hold of it with both hands, fearful it’ll leave as quickly as it arrived.
I find myself in a lower-level bedroom, chest heaving from the exertion as he stalks in, sweat dripping from his face. I can see him through the sliver in the doorway from where I’m hiding behind.
“You think I can’t catch you, little doe?” He sweeps around the room searching for me.
A smile tugs at my lips hearing him call me his chosen nickname. Feeling every bit like his prey, I press my body tightly against the wall, waiting for him to find me.
“You know how much I love playing games with you. Is that what you want to do, hide and seek?” A small giggle escapes my mouth, and he instantly turns towards the sound. The door swings shut aggressively as his eyes lock onto me with a satisfied shit eating grin spread across his face.
“Gotcha.” He grabs me and throws me around tossing me on the bed. I can tell the movement pains him, but he’s too stubborn to admit that he needs time to rest and recuperate. The bed is soft and inviting. I push up onto my elbows and look down at his imposing figure. Taking in all his hard edges and sculpted muscles.
“Are you sure you’re okay enough for this?”
“Ask me again, and I’ll make sure your hide is so red, you won’t be able to sit for a whole week.”
I bite down on my lower lip in anticipation as he carefully removes his shirt. The skin around his ribs is still stained with bruises, though they’ve begun to yellow. It’s a sobering reminder of what we’ve survived, and how lucky we are to even still bebreathing. I want to make the most of it, this time we’ve been given. So, I savor it. Committing every sensation and feeling to my memory. Maybe I can never outrun my past, but I can write my own future. And if it looks anything like it does now, I’m in for a good rest of my life.
I watch him intently as he works his pants down his legs with his briefs, letting his hard cock bob between us.
“You like what you see?” He asks, thumbing a bead of pre-cum from his tip.
I nod but he just asks.
“Words, baby. Let me hear you say it.”
“Yes. I like what I see.”
“That’s more like it. Now, take your clothes off so I can see what’s mine.”
I obey, getting off on him watching me undress for him. His gaze is weighted as he strokes his cock, eyes never leaving mine. It’s a heady sensation to feel this powerful connection between us. The years spent apart have forged us into broken shards that fit perfectly together in the here and now. Our past linking us, and our present binding us.
Once my clothes have been removed, Ace prowls over me, dipping the bed with his weight. I take his face in my hands as he hovers over me.
“Let me be on top.” I whisper kissing him in a plea. I can tell he needs rest and it’s an effort for him to keep the position he’s in.
He nods, rolling with a grunt off to his back. As he stares up at me, I mount him, teasing my pussy along his warm bare cock.
“Fuck.” He palms my breasts in his rough hands, flicking his thumbs over my nipples. His hips pulsate up, seeking me, needing me. I give in, setting myself down inch by inch until I’m fully seated.
Keeping my hands locked on his thighs behind me, I begin to move. Slowly at first as I adjust to his size. But as I go, I can’t help but need more. Our bodies writhe together, in a painful but oh so beautiful dance of heat, sweat, and limbs as we wring pleasure from each other. His cock fills me like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. The warmth and friction of his body are sensations I want to hold onto as my hips rise and fall, taking his length inside me until I’m falling over his chest, careful not to crush him.
“You look so fucking perfect taking my cock in your pussy where it belongs. No one else has had this, Hazel. Only you. Always you.” He grunts as he presses up into me. “Always us.”
He moans loudly and the sound of him enjoying me sends pleasurable shivers down my whole body. It’s utterly delectable that sound, making me wish I was recording us right now so I could play it over and over again.
