We haven’t even slept together yet, but somehow, I know it in my bones. I will never want anyone but her.
I lay her back against the pillows and work the clasp of her bikini top free, and for a moment I just look at her.
"Hi," she says again, shyly.
“Hi, gorgeous.”
I press my mouth to her throat, trailing kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and down to her breasts. I suck a nipple between my lips, and feel her breath catch sharply. Her fingers slide into my hair and tighten.
I focus on one nipple, then the other, as I trail a hand down her body and into her bikini bottoms. I dip a finger inside her pussy, then two, working her until she moans my name.
So fucking wet… so fucking perfect.
“I want you, Ace,” she murmurs.
“Soon,” I promise, stripping the bikini off of her. Her knees instinctively fall open, and I’ve never seen anything so magnificent in my life. Her big, beautiful tits heave with each breath, and her sweet pussy is wet and ready for me.
“Please, Ace…”
I finish undressing myself, and Chrissy’s eyes go wide when she sees my thick, hard cock. I grip it roughly in one hand, pumping it while she watches. “Are you sure you’re ready for me?”
“Yes,” she breathes. And to my utter delight, she begins touching herself.
“Keep doing that,” I mutter, not taking my eyes off her as I reach for the drawer of the nightstand. She watches me, chest rising and falling fast, as I roll on the condom. And when I finally settle between her thighs and sink into her wet folds, she lets out a long breath and wraps her legs around me like she was waiting for exactly this.
"Chrissy," I whisper, closing my eyes, feeling the heat of her on my cock.
"I know," she says back.
And then we stop talking as we move together. She's warm and real and completely present with me, and I keep it slow at first, learning what makes her grip tighten on my shoulders and whatmakes her tilt her head back and what makes her say my name in that rough and needy voice.
When she asks for more I give it to her, and when she pulls me deeper I go. It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to pound into her like a wild animal, taking my pleasure and coming hard and fast.
But this is a race Irefuseto win. She’ll cross the finish line first.
And when finally she comes apart, her inner walls gripping my cock like a vice, I let go, coming harder than I ever have in my life.
Afterward, we lie tangled together in the dark, her breathing slowing, my heartbeat finding its way back to normal. She has one hand resting flat over my ribs. Neither of us says anything for a while.
Then Chrissy shifts slightly and looks up at me. "So."
"So.”
"That was—"
"Yeah."
She huffs a soft, sweet laugh, and I press a kiss to the top of her head because I can't help it.
"You're going to be insufferable about this tomorrow," she says.
"Almost certainly."
Chapter Eight
Chrissy
Iwakeuptangledin soft sheets and warm arms, blinking at the ceiling while sunlight spills through windows overlooking the lake. Then Ace shifts beside me with a sleepy sound against my shoulder, and every memory from last night comes back at once.
