Ace understands me. And I understand him.
Gazing down at him, taking in his lust-darkened eyes and the hungry lines of his features, my heart swells with a feeling more intense than anything I’ve felt before.
I still haven’t told Ace I love him. But I do. At first, I wasn’t sure, since I’ve never truly been in love before. Cared about men I dated, felt deeply for them, yes. But loved? No.
But with Ace… it’s different. The feelings I have for him are all-encompassing. And now that I’ve experienced what life is like with him, I can’t imagine going back to how things were before.
“Ah, Tink,” Ace groans as he tilts my hips back, changing the angle of our joining. He bumps againstthat spot, the one that promises ecstasy, and my core convulses around him. “Fuck, you feel so damn good. I can’t?—”
His grip tightens.
His biceps flex.
He rocks his hips, sinking impossibly deeper.
All the muscles in my body tighten.
I make a throaty, needy sound—half moan, half whimper. “Ace, oh, that feels?—”
In one quick move, Ace rolls me over so I’m beneath him. Bracing himself above me, he drives into me, his control finally spent.
His mouth comes to my throat.
I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist, holding us together.
Pleasure comes in waves, one after another, each one more intense than the last.
Ace moves faster. Plunges deeper. Harder.
His body is a masterpiece, a Greek god come to life and gifted to me.
Then he looks at me.
Not with lust this time, or hunger, but filled with an emotion that makes my eyes burn.
I almost say it.I love you. It’s on the tip of my tongue. But something holds it back.
Instead, I stretch up to kiss him with all the love in my body. All the love I’m still too afraid to admit. He cups the back of my head and kisses me hard, meeting each stroke of my tongue with his own.
Our bodies crash together, kindling the fire burning between us. Our teeth clack. Our breaths grow heavy. Labored. Perspiration slicks our skin.
And then, in one final thrust, I explode. Convulsing around him, squeezing him, urging him to leap over the edge along with me.
Seconds later, he does. Pulsing inside me in hot spurts, filling me.
I never thought much about how it would feel, being bare with a man, feeling him come inside me. If anything, I thought about how messy it would be. How risky.
But with Ace, it feels right. Natural. Like it’s something we’re meant to do.
Ace keeps thrusting inside me, but more slowly, drawing out our pleasure. Aftershocks ripple through us. My muscles golax. A languid sensation comes over me, like I could cuddle up against Ace and sleep for hours.
After a minute or so, he rolls back over, draping my body across his. His arms come around me, enveloping me in his warmth. He presses a kiss to my head, lingering there. One hand rubs slow circles on my back.
“I could get used to this,” he says. He kisses me again. “Waking up to feel your hands all over me, climbing on top of me…”
I nuzzle his neck, smiling against it. “You didn’t mind me waking you up before the alarm went off? And making you late for your workout?”
“Tink.” Amusement tinges his voice. “Are you kidding me? An annoying alarm or a beautiful woman touching me? And I’ll take this kind of workout over anything I can do in the gym.”
