My lips part, accepting his tongue. His beard is rough against my skin, but I’m too focused on everything else going on to think much about it. He pulls his mouth from mine, traveling down the curve of my neck. A million tiny tickles send my nerves into overdrive, and I feel a smile spreading across my face.
His hands travel down my body, to the front of my hips, and he separates my stance as he travels south.
Exhaling, I reach down, running my hands through his wet, lake-scented hair.
This wasn’t planned.
None of it was.
The skinny dipping was a spur of the moment idea, a way to get Ace to break out of his shell. He’s been such a gentleman today, that the last thing I expected was for anything remotely like this to take place.
I mean, he showed me to my guestroom earlier, which I fully took as code for: “We’re definitely not sleeping together this weekend.”
“Oh, god,” I say, body shuddering and shivering as the flick of his tongue between my seam brings me back to the present moment.
The sensation of his fingers slipping between my folds and pressing into me in gentle, rhythmic waves sends electric currents through my body.
Ace’s tongue swirls, and his fingers explore, and his beard scratches my sensitive inner thighs. There’s so much going on, I’m nearly cross-eyed and completely unable to form a coherent thought.
But I suppose moments like this aren’t meant for thinking.
They’re meant for doing.
Enjoying.
Experiencing.
My hands brace against the wall behind me, legs locked to keep my body from melting onto this Greek Adonis’ golden tongue.
“You’re shaking,” he says, coming up for air. He glances up at me, his blue-green eyes searching mine. Ace’s hands trail up the goose-bumped flesh of my belly. “Here.”
He rises, towering over me, and takes my hand, leading me to the fireplace. There’s a rug on the floor and a basket of blankets nearby. Ace grabs a box of matches off the wooden mantel and crouches down, striking a match along the side of the box before lighting a fire.
Gentle pops and cracks accompany the warm burst of air that envelops us, and my body relaxes.
Turning to me, our eyes hold. He spreads a blanket on top of the rug and hands me another. There’s an unspoken thing happening between us. An understanding, maybe? He’s not trying to seduce me. He’s not trying to be romantic. But neither of us can deny that something magic is happening here.
“Lie down, Aidy,” he says, eyes directing me toward the warm spread beneath our feet.
He takes my hand, helping me down, and then lowers himself between my thighs. The sweet burn of his scruff against my skin makes my thighs fall wider, and I’m fully opening myself to him.
Over the minutes that pass, Ace devours me like a man starved, his fingers exploring my every delicate place, owning my body with his gentle yet animalistic touch.
Sitting up, I rest my hand on his shoulder. He stops, rising to his knees.
“What is it?” he asks.
“My turn,” I say, chin tucked. My hand slides down to his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart, and I press him back.
His gaze never leaves mine.
Lowering myself, I take a good look at what Alessio Amato is packing in its fully engorged state and almost lose my breath.
Much like the rest of this magnificent creature, his cock is not small.
Quite the opposite.
Dragging my tongue up and down the length of his sizable endowment, I slip my mouth around the tip. He fills it all. He fills everything I have. And I’m not exactly sure how this is going to go, but I’m sure as hell going to give it the old college try.
Ace’s moans fill my ear, mixing with the gentle roar of the fire beside us.
I’m more than warm enough now, body still on fire, every molecule of my being lit from within.
After a while, his fingers thread through my hair, grabbing fistfuls and guiding my rhythm. I can tell he’s a man who likes to be in control.
“Aidy.” My name is a whisper on his lips.
I slide his length from between my lips, glancing up past his rippled abs and locking eyes before pulling my mouth off his throbbing cock. “Yes?”
He reaches for me, pulling me on top of him, our bodies pressed together and our lower halves dangerously close. One slight move and I’m sure he’d slip inside me, and I’m not sure either one of us would try to stop.
Ace’s hand lifts to my face, his thumb grazing my bottom lip. I place my hand over his and smile. I want him to know that I enjoy this. I don’t want it to end. I’m having fun with him, exploring his body, forgetting the outside world.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Nothing. Never mind.”
His hands fall to my hips, and I sit up, straddling him. He’s hard as a rock beneath me, and it’s all I can do not to think about how much I want him inside me right now.
Ace’s stare falls to my chest, my breasts heaving with each sigh. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and lower myself until all of me is pressed against all of him once again. I like it here, wrapped up in his warmth, trapped in his gaze.
It feels safe here.
Comfortable.
It’s like everything fits.
My legs pull up along his sides, and I grind my hips against him just to tease for the fun of it. Bringing my lips to his, I taste a hint of my arousal on his tongue.
“Aidy,” he says, sighing. “I told myself I wouldn’t try to do anything with you this weekend.”
“How noble of you,” I say, pressing my hands against his chest and rising just a little.
“I’m not like that,” he says.
“Not like what?”
“I don’t fuck women I’m not in love with. Women I barely know. It’s not who I am. It’s not who I’ve ever been,” he says, his hands gliding down my sides and cupping my ass. “But you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, Aidy. And there’s something different about you. And if I can’t be inside of you in the next three seconds, I’m going to fucking snap.”
His eyes flash, his intentions hardly contained.
Smirking, I grind my hips against his hardness and lean down to deposit another kiss. His left hand drags up the small of my back before cupping the back of my neck and knotting my hair.
“Well,” I say, a wink in my tone. “We wouldn’t want that to happen . . .”
He rises, strutting to the next room. I shamelessly watch his ass on his way out, the way the muscles dip in on the sides as he walks.
When he returns, there’s a small square packet tucked between two fingers. The heat between my thighs ignites again, and I feel myself growing wetter by the second as I watch him sheath that monstrosity between his legs. The reality that we’re actually doing this, we’re actually going to fuck, finally hits me, and I begin to lose my breath.
Moving to my back, my body trembles as he positions himself over me, gripping the base of his cock with his right hand. Pulling in a deep breath as he guides himself into me, my body is tense with anticipation.
Ace presses his mouth against mine, entering me with one greedy, slick thrust. For a brief moment, I feel as if I’m going to explode from the inside out, and then it evaporates into magnificent relief as my body melts against his. Exhaling, I relax, our gazes holding strong. He covers me, his body gliding over me, his rhythm building. Ace’s hands run down my side, underneath my thighs, pulling them back so he can enter me deeper. Thrusts growing harder and faster, his jaw tenses and his eyes squeeze tight.