He walks back to me now, rolling a condom down on his cock. "I want you to stand," he says. "Put a knee on the table and bend over." I don't even have to be asked twice. The only thing I hope is that my legs are strong enough to hold me up. The minute my leg goes up, he fills me in one thrust. "So fucking tight." He pulls out and slams into me again, and I come just like that all over his cock. His thrusts are short and hard until I'm done, and then he pulls out again to the tip of his cock before slamming into me over and over again.
"Yes!" I hold on to the table as he fucks me harder than he's ever fucked me before. He holds my hips while he slams into me over and over again. It doesn't take long before I'm right back going over that cliff. "I'm there."
"Me, too," he says, and when I come this time, he grips me even tighter by the hips and moans out my name.
And it's music to my ears.
Chapter 23
Ace
I close my eyes and try to catch my breath, looking down at her back as she collapses on the massage table. "I . . ."
"Yeah," I say, laughing as I fall on top of her, and I need a minute. "That was." I kiss her shoulder. "That was."
"I need a shower," she says. "With all this oil on me, I feel like a wrestler." She laughs, and I slide out of her but immediately want to be back inside her. She stands up, and I put my hands on her face for a kiss. Her tongue slides into my mouth as she presses her front to me. My cock that was starting to go down is up and ready for another round. "There is no way we can shower together."
"You're right," I admit. "Why don't you go shower, and then I'll go after you."
"Okay." She slips her hand in mine. "But if I need you to wash my back, should I call you?"
"Shelby," I groan. She lets go of my hand and walks to the bathroom, and I follow her. I get rid of the condom at the same time she steps into the shower. I walk out of the room, going to the phone and picking it up, pressing zero.
Roberto answers right away. "Hello, Mr. Ace."
"Hi, is it possible to get some lunch set up for us outside on the deck?" I ask, looking around the room. "And for someone to come and clear out the massage table."
"No problem. It'll be done in fifteen minutes," he says, and I look back at the bathroom door.
"We will be in the bath, so you can come in," I say and hang up the phone. I walk over to the closet and grab a pair of shorts for me and what looks like a one-piece dress for her.
I walk back into the bathroom, seeing her with her head back as the water cascades around her. She’s fucking stunning. "I just ordered lunch," I tell her, and she looks over at me. "I brought you a dress." I walk over and pull open the shower door.
"You can't come in here." She shakes her head, and I laugh. "It'll just end up with us having sex."
I ignore what she says as I step into the shower, wrapping my hands around her from the back, my hands going to cup her tits. "What's wrong with that?"
"Ace," she moans my name, and I bend to kiss her neck, letting her go.
"I'm letting you go because they are coming to clear out the table and shit, and the last thing I want them to do is hear you moan," I tell her, and she laughs.
"I'm not going to lie. When you started giving me the massage, I was about to crawl out of my skin." She shakes her head. "When did the lady leave?"
"As soon as you got on the table," I inform her, and her mouth hangs open.
"I didn't hear you tell her anything," she tells me, and I laugh.
"It was the universal motion with my chin to get the fuck out of here." I show her what I did, and she throws her head back and laughs. "She just smirked at me and nodded her head, then walked out without making a sound. I thought for sure you heard her when she closed the door behind her. But you just stayed with your head down." I shake my head.
"It was fucking torture," she says. "I almost opened my legs and got on my hands and knees."
"I swear to God, my cock was going to explode, and the last thing I wanted was for her to look down and see me closing my eyes and trying to count to ten." I shake my head.