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“You okay, Ace?” he asks.
“I think I am,” I whisper, licking my lips and staring at his package, heat creeping up my neck. I pray he’s not going to notice under the fairy lights, and the tingling sensation that starts to throb between my legs.
“Damn, babe, I can smell you,” he whispers in my ear. He pushes himself into me and I gasp. His mouth chases mine, my hands tangle into his long strands, and he groans. His right hand slips under my butt, and he clutches my underwear in his fist. His mouth is intoxicating, the way his tongue slides against mine making my back arch. He chuckles, staring deep into my eyes. There is raw hunger reflected in them, and I love it.
“I like that you’re not wearing any make-up,” he says, his breath tickling my chin.
“You’re probably the only one,” I mutter.
He kisses the tip of my nose again. “I like your freckles. They’re cute.”
“Cute,” I snort, not believing him.
“They are,” he says while his fingers dance over my breasts. He sits up and looks at me.
“What?” I ask, shy all of a sudden. I try to cover my breasts, but he grabs my hands and links our fingers together, pushing them high above my head.
“Keep them there,” he drawls.
“You’re really bossy,” I say. My voice sounds a little breathless, and my heart rate kicks up a notch.
“You bet your sweet ass I am,” he murmurs, kissing his way down my stomach. He reaches the waistband of his boxers I’m wearing and growls. “Fuck, I didn’t think you wearing my underwear would turn me on like this.”
When I glance down to his dick, he is fully erect and leaves a wet trail against his stomach. Slowly, he pries the fabric off me, throwing them in the corner. “Damn, I dreamed about getting another taste since I got the preview.”
My chuckle turns into a moan when he crawls between my legs, pushing them wide open. His calloused fingers drift up and down my thighs, and I shiver. It burns where he touches me, making me beg for more.
“Let’s get you nice and wet before we get to the main course.” He snickers.
I can only pant when he slowly licks a path between my folds. He hums against my pussy, and I plead with him to fill me. “Please, Jesse.”
“Please, what?” he rasps against my core.
“I want to feel you there,” I husk out.
“Where? Here?” he asks, his thumb circling my clit. I sigh in response, my eyes drifting closed. “Or here?” His fingers slide between my pussy lips, not going in, but teasing my inner walls. He glides his finger up and down through my wetness, and my legs start to tense and tremble.
“Damn, babe, that’s fucking hot, you being all wet for me,” he purrs contently against my pussy.
“Jesse, please,” I beg, trying to catch my breath while the tingling sensation in my stomach builds even further.
He raises his hand to his mouth and licks his index and middle fingers. Without warning, he pushes them both inside me. I grab his head, my fingers digging into his hair, and judging by his growl, he loves the way I pull on his hair. He pumps in and out of me, moving up to rub my clit in tiny circles with his thumb, slow and steady. He works my clit harder until I’m almost falling over the edge. When he stops abruptly, I swear as he draws out his fingers and leaves me empty. He pushes his fingers in his mouth and closes his eyes, groaning. “Damn, babe.” he groans, climbing up my body.
“I want you, Ace,” he says, his voice a little unsteady. I can only nod as I watch him reach out and take a condom from a box. He rips the package open with his teeth, and I watch mesmerized as he rolls the rubber out over his erection. I place my hand on his. “I’m clean, are you?” I whisper.
His eyes go wide, and he pulls the condom off. “You are fucking surprising. You know how much I want to fuck you raw?” he asks, biting my earlobe.
He grins when I reach out and caress his cheek, kissing him softly on his lips. Never breaking contact, the broad head of his cock nudges my entrance. He sinks himself into me, and I groan from the intrusion. It doesn’t hurt like I thought it would, but the way he stretches me wide open and bottoms out has me gasping for air. I cling to his neck, and he smiles as he hovers above me.
“Did I hurt you?” he rasps.
“No,” I whisper, trying to get comfortable. “It’s just—”
“A tight fit,” he finishes for me while his arms start to shake a little like he’s nervous. “I’ll take it slow,” he promises, then shudders against me when I trail my fingers over his spine. The weight of him pinning me to the bed makes me tremble.
“What’s that smile, Ace of Spades?” he asks, his voice soft.
“I never thought… it could be like this,” I begin, biting on my lip.
