She’s starting to lose a little control too.
I thrust in deep. “No one has ever made me feel like this.” I ease out. “Ten fucking years.” I pick up speed.
“S-seven m-months,” she gasps as I angle my hips, aiming for her G-spot.
“Nineteen days.” I slam into her so hard the couch moves back, but neither of us notice because she’s screaming my name, her back coming up off the cushions and her fingernails digging into my shoulders. I kiss her like a man possessed, each pull of her tongue matching the rhythm of my cock as it explodes inside her.
Chapter 28
Shannon
What the hell just happened?
I’m still shuddering a little as I come down from the most intense orgasm of my life. I can’t move, my muscles are so weak, but Ace is holding me, his warm, sweaty body against mine. That was quick, but so intense I can’t catch my breath.
“I love watching you come,” he whispers against my ear, nuzzling my neck.
“I love you making me come,” I whisper back.
“I like that too.” He slowly pulls out, and I whimper at the emptiness.
“Easy, I’m right here.” He lifts me in his arms and carries me to the bedroom. He didn’t make the bed this morning, so we slide between the messy bedding, our bodies still intertwined.
“Don’t leave me,” I whisper.
“I’m not.”
“Will you come back to Cologne with me?” I murmur sleepily.
“For Christmas?” he asks in confusion.
“No, after Christmas.”
“Anywhere you want.”
“I like that.” I nestle deeper into his arms, breathing him in.
I must have dozed off because the next time I open my eyes it’s dark in the bedroom and Ace is asleep too. Neither of us have moved, which is odd for us, but our need for each other is almost tangible.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” I whisper, knowing he’ll hear me even in his sleep.
He smiles, though he doesn’t open his eyes, releasing me from his firm grip.
I stumble into the bathroom and clean up, taking a minute to wash my face because my makeup smudged. When I walk back into the bedroom, he’s waiting for me and holds out his arms. I crawl into them, resting against him once again. It seems to be my favorite place lately and it’s a good thing he’s as content to hold me as I am to be in his arms.
“I have a question,” he says as we got comfortable.
“Okay.”
“You’ve mentioned more than once how much you want kids. How long were you married?”
“Legally, almost five years. Living together, a little less than four.”
“So how come you never got pregnant if that was your biggest motivation for marrying him?”
I sigh. “Douglas was a real piece of work. He had no desire for kids and had a vasectomy before we even met. He didn’t tell me that, of course, so he let me go three years thinking something was wrong with me.”
“Are you kidding me?” He lifts my chin and presses a chaste kiss on the tip of my nose. “Can I punch him in the nose? Just once?”
