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He crosses the room, pulls back the duvet and places me in his bed. Then he gently removes my socks and jumper so that I’m naked. He watches me for a moment, his expression unreadable, before replacing the covers. He disappears to the bathroom but soon comes back, naked, and gets into bed beside me. It’s too dark for me to fully perv at his naked body, and it makes me pout. I want to see every inch of him.
He goes to snuggle in, trying to pull me into the same position we were laid in on the sofa, but I quickly flip over so that I’m facing him. I’m not sleepy anymore. We lay like that, facing each other for a moment, and I can’t stand the tension.
“Are you ever going to kiss me again?” I complain.
He doesn’t disappoint.
His hands roam all over my body while he kisses me. The combination of passionate kisses and slow leisurely perusal of my body has me heating up all over again. It feels fantastic, but I can’t go through all those feelings from earlier all over again. Luckily, Ace seems to realise this and doesn’t spend an age teasing me. His hand slides down my body to my opening, and when he dips a finger in, he finds me ready and waiting.
“So wet,” he whispers, gently pumping into me a couple of times.
“Ace...” I try to beg. It’s not that I don’t want him to play with me, but it’s late, I’m tired, and I can’t stand the idea of not having him in me a moment longer. I don’t care how good the orgasm was; right now, I just want him.
“Shhh... I know... condom?” he asks me, reaching for his bedside table.
“I’m on birth control, and I’m clean,” I tell him. He nods and tells me he is too, so we decide to pass on the condom. I trust him entirely not to lie about this.
He rolls me onto my back and positions himself on top of me, lining up the head of his cock at my opening. I can feel it pulsing in anticipation, the heat of it almost burning me. He pauses there for a moment, and I’m close to crying - or growling - with frustration when he grabs my hips and enters me in one smooth movement.
Fuck. I gasp. I wasn’t expecting for him to go all in, in one thrust. He’s big, really big, and it takes me a moment to get used to his length. Damn, it feels good, though.
He adjusts his grip on my hips, tilting them forward and up as he withdraws and sinks into me again. That feels so much better. I groan.
“More?” His violet gaze is light and playful.
“More,” I confirm. So much more.
He nods once and continues, his large hands still gripping my hips, holding them exactly where he wants them. His grip is bruising, but I welcome it. His strokes are slow but firm, controlled. He knows exactly what he’s doing; driving me crazy once again. It feels like his fingertips skimming the goosebumps again, only this time it’s his cock exploring every inch inside me, slowly, unhurriedly, like he has all the time in the world.
When he pulls back, he teases my opening with the head of his cock in a move that makes me drip. As he enters me, the angle of his cock strokes that sweet spot. Every. Single. Time. And as he’s fully sheathed inside of me, he rotates his hips in a way that has his pelvis grinding against my clit. Then he repeats. Over and over again.
I adore each of the sensations that he creates, sinking into each with enjoyment, then feeling bereft when he moves on to the next one. There’s not quite enough stimulation in each place before he’s moving on, and I have a fleeting thought that I’m not going to be able to come. Not that it matters really, since I came earlier, I guess it’s his turn now.
I’m surprised though, I thought he was going to fuck like how he spars and kisses; hard and fast, holding nothing back. But he doesn’t. This is measured and controlled, slow and sensual. I thought I wanted - needed - it hard and fast, but Ace seems to know what I really need. And it’s this. Exactly this. The combination of his movements create a myriad of sensations in my body, and once again, I feel that tell-tale tingling burn that starts in the soles of my feet. I don’t want him to stop now. I don’t want to change a single thing.
He shifts, and I see stars, my back arches up from the bed, my hands fist the sheets, a cry escapes my lips, “Fuck, Ace!”
“Popolnost. Ste popolna.” He kisses me, and I’m suddenly the one drowning, in need of a lifeline. I drop the sheets from my clenched fingers and cling desperately to his neck. My whole body’s burning, every muscle rigid and coiled. I’m strung so tight, I’m trembling.
“Aljaž, please,” I cry.
I don’t know if it’s my begging or the way I use his real name, but something inside of him snaps, and his hips begin to pump faster of their own accord. I’ve lost all sense of control as he picks up the pace, pounding into me, but his movements still feel measured. Low groans sound in the back of my throat, and when I open my eyes, I’m trapped by his burning violet gaze as he watches my every reaction, every expression, every movement.
This isn’t some teenage boy blindly trying to create enough friction to get himself off; this is someone who knows what he’s doing, playing my body in a way that gives us both ultimate pleasure. How foolish I was to think that this was about him and his desire. The look on his face is one of concentrated adoration, and I realise he’s doing this for me.
“Aljaž...” it comes out in a breathy gasp. It’s a sound I’ve never heard myself make before. “I’m so close-“ I don’t know if I’m begging him to take me over the edge and release the sweet torment, or to keep me there in limbo indefinitely. I feel like I’m on a precipice with no idea which way I’m going to go.
“Vem. Pridi.” He kisses down my neck towards my shoulder and unexpectedly bites down hard.
A wordless shout is drawn from my lips as the coil that was wound so tight and holding me together snaps in an instant. My trembling muscles release while my pussy clamps down hard on his cock. He holds still, sheathed all the way inside me as my inner walls spasm and squeeze. My pussy begins to milk his cock, and he too is coming with a groan, my orgasm triggering his in a delicious chain reaction.
When we’re done, he holds still for a moment as we both catch our breath. Once again, I open my eyes to find him watching me intently, and my breath catches all over again.
“Wow...that was...” I’m at a loss for words.
“Popolna,” he tells me with a kiss as he gently withdraws. “Sleep.”
Spent, I fall into an exhausted sleep with his arms wrapped tightly around me. This might just turn out to be my best Christmas yet.
