Page 91 of All I Feel

“You’re not. You’re scared. And that’s the last thing I ever want you to feel when you’re with me.”

Shaking my head, I explained, “I’m not scared. I’m just… I’m worried I’m going to do it wrong.”

“What?”

“What if I don’t make you feel as good as you made me feel?”

He stared at me, dumbfounded. “You’re serious?”

“Yes.”

“Tessa, you already make me feel good. Trust me, there’s nothing you could do here with me tonight that wouldn’t make me feel even better than I already do.”

A sense of wonder washed over me. “Really?”

“I promise.”

Ace would never lie to me, so I trusted him and relaxed.

He noticed and smiled. “That’s my girl.”

A moment later, he kissed me. And while he did that, one hand slipped down between our bodies. Ace touched the most intimate part of my body, his fingers rubbing, circling, and moving through my wetness.

Then I felt it.

He positioned himself, framed my face with his hands, and watched as he slowly pushed inside. My eyes remained on his, and Ace pulled back before sliding in just a little bitfarther. Over and over, he repeated the same movements, going deeper each time until he was fully seated inside me. That’s when he stayed there, brushed my hair back, and asked, “Do you feel any pain?”

I already knew the answer to that question, but I wanted to give him an answer that would make this moment mean even more than it already did. “All I feel is love.”

“Pardon?”

“I love you, Ace.”

Something flashed in his eyes as he breathed, “Jesus. Tessa, I’ve got to move. Are you okay with that?”

I nodded.

He touched his lips lightly to mine in a soft kiss. Then he looked into my eyes as he began to move. It was tender and sweet, and it felt so good. After a while, he kissed me more, his mouth on mine before moving to my jaw, my ear, and my throat.

The warmth and weight of him consumed me, and I was spellbound by the perfection of his strokes. He was magnificent.

Extraordinary, really.

I knew that was the truth when I felt that familiar pull building in my lower abdomen again.

My hands roamed over his shoulders and arms, and my hips moved to meet and match his thrusts. It was the most wonderful experience of my whole life.

“Ace,” I whimpered, feeling myself barreling toward that precipice again.

“Tessa,” he growled in my ear, picking up his pace.

A shiver ran along my spine as I felt the vibration of that growl rippling from his chest.

His hips moved even faster, my body rocking with themas I struggled to get in a full breath. Panting, feeling myself right on that edge, my hands gripped his hair. “Oh, Ace,” I cried out as my orgasm tore through my body. Sparks of pleasure shot through me all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes.

Ace slowed his pace only long enough to see me through. Then he moved faster, grunting and groaning as it built for him.

I watched, fascinated by the sight of him. Palms pressed into the mattress on either side of me, his hips moved with wild abandon. I angled my hips, pulling my knees back to give him deeper access.