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He moved his whisper-light touches from the outside of her legs inward. With expert precision he trailed his fingertips over her inner thighs from her knees upward, getting just a little bit closer to her pleasure core on every luxuriant trip as he continued kissing her along the edge of her panties. The skin of her legs was growing hotter and hotter by the second, and her belly and chest were flushed with red. Her breathing was quick and shallow, and her muscles trembled more fiercely with every new millimeter of tender flesh he caressed closer to her soaking center.
Damn, he was so hard it was actually painful. But he didn’t, not for one second, consider giving up on the slow seduction game he was playing. It was far more important to follow the rules and get this right. When he had achieved his goal—giving her an incredible orgasm—that was when he won.
Changing his focus he shifted lower and used his tongue to trace the same lines that his fingers had been traveling just seconds before. Heat radiated from her core. He could see that she was on the edge. He could feel it. All the signs that her body was sending telegraphed it.
He buried his mouth between her legs, not even moving aside the thin lace fabric that covered her sensitive center. Like he’d done with her nipples, he manipulated the texture of the fabric to increase the friction and thereby increase her pleasure.
When she arched her back as she mumbled, over and over, “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” he knew the time had come to move the game on to the next level.
He quickly got into a rhythm. His head, his lips and his tongue all moved in concert with the pressure of her hands in his hair and her bucking hips. It was like a dance, choreographed to a beautiful melody that only the two of them could hear. One thing was for certain, though—they were both moving in perfect time to the beat. Whatever the song was that dictated the rhythm that both of their bodies moved to, it was the same song, being played perfectly in sync.
Stephanie’s hands clenched in his hair and she gave one powerful thrust upward with her hips. All of her muscles tensed and trembled, and he knew that he had achieved his goal. He continued to move his tongue against her in an increasingly gentle rhythm, wanting to draw out her release as long as possible. To give her as much pleasure as he could.
It was such a headrush, seeing her come apart for him. Nothing else mattered to him in this moment. Only her. Only her pleasure, her happiness. Nothing else was even in the running.
That realization should’ve scared him. It didn’t. The only thing that did scare him was the thought of not being with her. Not being able to touch her, to kiss her. He needed to make her his. That was the only mission he cared about now.
***
Stephanie stared down at Ace’s head, still moving slowly between her legs, and felt nothing but pure amazement at what had just happened. Holy hot tamale. Her body tingled from head to toe with afterglow. He’d taken her body to places that no other man had and technically they were both still dressed. She couldn’t wait to find out what was in store once they weren’t.
Ace kissed his way up her belly and then her chest, finally lifting his head to look into her eyes. She liked the little smile she saw on his face.
“You look pretty proud of yourself,” she teased, feeling more relaxed and like her real self than she ever had around Mason.
His grin grew wider. “You don’t think I have reason to be?”
She laughed. “Oh, I didn’t say it was unearned. In fact, you should be quite proud of yourself. So far, so good.”
“Well, darlin’ that sounds like a challenge if I’ve ever heard one.”
With that, he reached behind her back and deftly unhooked her bra. He drew the garment forward sliding it off her arms and throwing it to the floor. He stared at her breasts, real awe on his face. It hit her powerfully, like an erotic punch to the gut. She could feel his eyes on her like a physical touch. And then, he lowered his head and she felt his hot mouth engulfing her nipples, one at a time, alternating between the two of them.
Of course, the sensation of his hot mouth on her through the lace of her bra and underwear had been amazing. There was no disputing that. It had made her come with a rocketing ferocity. An orgasm that shook her right down to the bone.
But even with that, it was nothing—absolutely nothing—compared to the feeling of Ace’s hot tongue and lips on her nipples with nothing separating them. That was a feeling that she could never find the words to describe. It was beyond physical. The skin to skin contact was somehow creating a bond that stretched between the two of them. Building a little bubble around them that encased their bodies in a world of their own, shutting out everything else, narrowing the entire universe down to just the two of them and the pleasure they were giving each other.
“Please,” she begged. For what, she wasn’t even sure. Just more. She wanted more. “I need to…feel you. All of you. Please.”
At her plea, Ace stood and pulled her lacy panties down over her legs. His manner had changed. There was nothing slow and sensual about his energy now. It was commanding. Intense. Authoritative. This was a man that was done taking things slow. This was a man that would give her exactly what she was asking for…all of him. The thought sent a jolt of electricity rolling through her and she leaned back and moaned.
Ace undressed quickly. At least, as much as she could judge the passage of time through the fog of lust that encased her brain, she thought it was fast. Before she knew it, he was standing before her completely naked.
“Umm…wow. You’re perfect. And big,” she breathed as she saw all of him. Then she blushed. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud. But from the way that she saw his manhood visibly stiffen at her words, she didn’t think that he minded her spontaneous utterance. She didn’t think he minded at all.
He began to move back over her, but she stopped him. “Wait.”
As overwhelmed as she was with the events that were unfolding, she was gripped with the realization that this may be—and, in fact, probably was—her only opportunity to explore the wonders that was Ace’s body. Tonight was a one and done, as Misty would say. They’d agreed to it. If this was her only chance, she would be a fool not to take advantage of it and run her hands over every inch of his exposed flesh, to feel every muscle in his body rippling between her fingertips, to run her mouth and her tongue over every taut muscle in his godlike body.
Still, even though she wanted to lose her inhibitions and let her fantasy actions run wild more than almost anything in the world, it still felt too raw and vulnerable too just start pawing him. As comfortable as she was with him, she still wasn’t used to being the initiator, or taking that active of a role in sex. She’d just never felt inspired to do so. Ace inspired her.
“I really want to touch you,” she whispered.
He let out a breath of air. “Damn, darlin’, I thought you wanted to stop.”
She looked up at him. The heat that engulfed her face at that moment had a different quality than the hotness she’d felt on her skin from arousal. She knew it was partly from embarrassment, as her inexperience wasn’t something that she wanted to broadcast. Normally, that would’ve been enough to make her retreat. This time was different. Her arousal overcame her embarrassment. She wanted his body bad enough to push through her reticence and leave her comfort zone.
“No,” she tried again. “I don’t want to stop. I want to touch you. Everywhere. Is that okay?”
