Page 101 of The Fire We Make

With his free hand, he kept her still, taking his time on purpose. Teasing her.

“I don’t need help,” Ace said with a smirk.

“Adonis,” Joy whined.

He ignored her pleas, intent instead on studying her.

He took note of every change in her breath and every squirm. He repeated what elicited those soft moans from her and abandoned what didn’t, learning her body with an attention that should have made her feel cared for, but just made her feel exposed.

Joy reached for him, intent on taking over but Ace caught her hand and held it at her side.

She huffed a frustrated breath. “I’m gonna smack you.”

Ace chuckled as he continued the same torturously slow pace, completely unbothered. He lowered his head, his mouth finding the top of her breast where her dress had slid down.

“Aggressive and impatient,” he observed aloud.

“I didn’t come here for you to play around,” Joy growled.

“No, you came here for me to take care of you. Is that not what I’m doing?” He punctuated his question by pushing two thick fingers past her slick entrance.

Joy fought to keep her face impassive, biting her lip and turning her head when another moan threatened to escape.

Ace caught her chin immediately and brought her eyes back to his.

“What you hiding for?”

“I’m not.”

“You are,” Ace said, his thumb moving across her bottom lip. “Let it go baby.”

The words caused something uncomfortable to shift inside of her chest and that feeling of being exposed crept back up.

Without thought, Joy sucked his thumb into her mouth and bit down.

Ace hissed but didn’t remove it. Instead, his eyes darkened.

“Mean ass,” he grunted.

“You like it.”

“I do.”

With that, Ace was done playing. He pulled her to the edge and spread her legs wide, revealing her panty-covered pussy to him. The scent of her arousal wafted up to his nose and he was unable to suppress the growl of approval that rumbled in his chest,

Without delay, he lowered to his knees before her.

Ace didn’t bother removing Joy’s panties. Instead, he slid the soaked black lace to the side and dove in like a man starved, intent upon making her glad she came. Making her feel good.

He lapped at the juices flowing from her center, then latched onto the bud of sensitive nerves, causing her to cry out.

“Adonis!” she exclaimed on a moan.

The sound of his name on her lips pulled a groan from him.

“Mhm,” he moaned, his mouth full of her. “Say that shit again.”

Joy clamped her mouth shut, immediately regretting giving him the satisfaction and refusing to do it again.