Page 57 of Until Ace

So we had a quiet night as we usually do—dinner, cuddling on the couch, and watching TV before bed.

Since I was trying to figure out how to proceed with the plan, and subsequently freaked out because of it, I couldn’t form a sentence if my life depended on it. Every question Ace asked went either unanswered or I gave some mumbled response even I couldn’t decipher.

If Ace found my behavior weird—and I don’t know how he couldn’t, since I was so strung up—he didn’t say anything.

And now here we are, in bed, in the dark, with soft touches and whispered words.

“Goodnight, baby,” Ace murmurs in my ear and kisses the sensitive skin behind it. As he settles behind me, his arm around my waist, squeezing me closer to his body, I sigh, disappointed I didn’t go through with our plan for Operation: Sex until I can’t walk for a week.

Goose bumps stroll leisurely from the point where his lips touch me all the way down my body, signaling its own disappointment.

“Night, honey.” I sigh again as I settle deeper into his warmth.

I can feel his body relaxing, his arm around me becoming heavier, and his breathing evening out. Mine does the total opposite.

My heart is pumping hard, sending shockwaves through my extremities and pulses to the very center of me. I’m hyper-aware of every spot Ace’s skin is touching, and that’s the whole length of my body.

As his fingers lightly twitch on my belly with the first moments of sleep, the heat pools in it and glides downward, making me wet.

His hot breath whispers over my skin, increasing my temperature until I’m positive I’ll burn from the inside out.

And in response, my breathing becomes quicker, like I can’t get enough air in my lungs. My blood rushes through my body, and a tingle starts between my legs.

“Oh God,” I whimper. This can’t be happening.

Powerless to stop the feeling from intensifying, I press my thighs together, trying futilely to eliminate the delicious pain pulsing between them.

With every hard breath, my breasts become heavier, my nipples tightening to the point of stinging.

Dammit!

I try to slide out from under Ace’s arm, deciding to go to the bathroom to take care of myself, but said arm tightens in response.

“Ace?” I whisper and wait.

Is he awake?

I count to ten, and no sound comes from him, only his deep breathing, so I relax. But all the sensations come back in full force, becoming the only thing I can think about.

Just when I think I can’t stand this any longer, I become aware of my own hand slowly gliding over my chest.

Instead of snatching my hand away, I cup my breast and squeeze my nipple.

“Fuck,” I breathe, picturing Ace’s hand instead of my own.

I’ve never been more turned on by what I’m doing.

“Ace,” I call softly. Waiting for his response, which I’m now hoping won’t come, I lick my lips and give all of three seconds of listening to silence before I let my hand glide down my body, right into my panties.

I expel a huge breath, my face turning slightly into the pillow once I feel how wet I am.

I’ve made myself come over a thousand times, but it’s never felt this good, this delicious, when touching myself before. I’m so lost in the first few swirls of my fingers on my clit that I don’t even register the movement of an arm that’s not mine.

It’s only as Ace’s hand cups mine over my sex that my eyes fly open.

My body freezes.

“Don’t stop now, baby,” he growls behind me, pushing my finger lower and into my pussy.