Page 59 of Until Ace

“Ace, please.”

He doesn’t make me beg for long.

He leans down and kisses me at the same time I feel the tip of him catch at my opening.

It’s not a sweet kiss.

It’s wet and demanding, and I taste myself on his tongue. Ace is claiming me. What he doesn’t realize is that I’ve already given myself to him completely.

He breaks the kiss, but he doesn’t go far. He pushes slowly—so exquisitely slowly—inside me, stretching me, claiming me. I lift my hands and let them glide over the skin of his back, feeling every ripple of his muscles as he sinks in me, then up over his shoulders and neck, into his hair.

I love his hair.

I love his muscles. His eyes. His cock. His smile. His voice.

I love this man.

I love him.

No matter what anyone will say, as Ace thrusts slowly inside my body, giving me life, I know the moment I laid eyes on him for the first time, my soul recognized in him the other half of it, and my body detonated. At this moment, in the middle of the night, as he’s fucking me so sweetly, he’s gluing my soul back together, giving me my life back.

“Do you know how long I waited for you, Mandy? How long I have waited for this moment?” he asks, his eyes consuming mine in the dark.

“No. How long?” I ask on a rough exhale, hungry to hear the answer.

“My whole fucking life. Feels like my whole life,” he grunts.

“Same,” I breathe into his mouth.

Hearing my answer, he freezes. His eyes slowly close, his body relaxes muscle by muscle, fiber by fiber, and he leans down, tenderly touching his mouth to mine.

“Fuck, it’s so soon, but who gives a damn,” he mutters against my lips, holding completely still. The muscles in my arms and legs spasm around him almost reflexively. And that’s when he completes the ritual of this special night, and where he proves to me that there’s truly no going back to just me. He will always, no matter what happens, be a part of me. “I love you, Mandy.”

With tears stinging my eyes, I whisper brokenly, “I love you too, Ace.”

We stay like this for a few moments. Still. Connected. As one.

Until Ace slowly pulls almost all the way out, and in the next blink, he thrusts back in. And in the next, he starts pounding into me, sending shockwaves throughout my body.

“One more, baby. Give me just one more,” he mutters, not looking away from me.

The way he looks at me makes my body shudder, and I come once again when he grinds into me.

In the midst of the most powerful orgasm of my life, I feel him following me.

God, the sound of him growling his release is almost enough to drive me crazy.

It’s a sound I plan to chase after over and over.

I feel his arms shaking on both sides of my head. I call his name softly, and I’m rewarded with his weight on me.

His labored breathing next to my ear is the most beautiful sound ever.

I let go of his hair and move my hands to his back, feeling his sweat, smelling us, and I all but purr, “Baby....”

Ace lifts his head and, in the middle of the night, in a darkened bedroom of his house, rocks my world for the fourth time. “Never.”

“Never what, honey?”