I register the bareness of his apartment before he pulls me into his arms again and before I can protest, our mouths have meshed together. Warning bells ring in my head. It’s all moving too fast. We need to get to know each other first before jumping into bed.
Maybe we can get to know each other afterward.
His hands find my nipples underneath my top and all rational thought leaves my head. I moan as his fingers expertly tease my nipples over my lace bra. I realize that we’re moving and by the time we get to what I assume is his bedroom, we don’t have a stitch of clothing on and I’m panting for him to take me.
I’m embarrassed by my lust, but I take comfort in that it’s mutual. Ace guides me to the bed and arranges himself between my legs. I let out moans as his tongue works over my folds. I’ve missed this so badly. I come over and over again as he tirelessly pleasures me.
My body screams for more. “I want you,” I tell him, and he growls in response.
It’s only later that I realize with dismay that we had sex without protection. I prop myself up on my arm. “Did you?”
Ace trains those gorgeous liquid brown eyes on me and when understanding dawns, he shakes his head. “No, but I withdrew.”
Relief surges through me. I’ve never done anything so stupid. I can’t even tell my sister. She’ll chew me out for it and lecture me about the dangerous diseases that lurk in strangers’ bodies.
I lower my head and plant kisses on his hairy chest. He has a distinct woodsy scent as if he works outside.
I raise my head for some conversation. “So, what is that you do?”
He threads his fingers through my hair. “Right now, what I want to do is to ravish you again and again.” He pulls me to lie on top of him and kneads my backside.
His manhood hardens between my legs and I shift so that it rubs deliciously against my still sensitive sweet spot. He cups the back of my head and brings me down to his lips. He nibbles on my lower lip and then sucks it as if it’s the sweetest thing he has ever tasted.
He slides down and captures my left nipple in his mouth and plays with the other. My nipples are the most sensitive part of my body and before long, I’m squirming and moaning his name. He nips each nipple with just the right amount of pressure.
He drags his tongue down to my belly, pushing me up so that I’m on all fours. He slides further down and grips my hips with his big hands. I gyrate as if I’m on the dance floor as his tongue teases my pussy.
I grab a fistful of bedsheets as an orgasm rolls around my stomach working its way to the rest of my body. Ace completely slides from under me and I hear the rustle of a foil packet.
Moments later, he thrusts his manhood deep into me, filling more than just my pussy. He fills a void in me that I hadn’t known existed. He glides in and out of me in perfect rhythm.
He makes me forget all the heartbreak of the previous months. It doesn’t matter that Eric left me without an explanation or goodbye. What matters is here and now and the pleasure that wipes away all that pain.
Is it possible to fall for a man hours after meeting him? I have a feeling about Ace. He’s special. The sex is out of this world but it’s more than that. We have an almost spiritual connection. I felt it the moment he walked up to the bar, and by the way, he stared at me, I know he felt it too.
I see stars as the world around me splinters into a million pieces and it’s a while before the tremors in my body cease. Ace goes to the bathroom and when he returns, he wraps me in his big arms and I lie on his chest as if we’ve been sleeping together for years.
I’m exhausted after that session and I feel my eyelids growing heavy. We don’t make an attempt at conversation which suits me just fine. We can talk when we wake up. I sleep with a smile on my face.
It’s the silence that wakes me up. I blink at harsh sunlight burning my eyes. I feel my side, where Ace had lain. His side of the bed is empty. I listen to his sounds in the kitchen or bathroom. Nothing. When my vision clears, I look around the bedroom.
The closet doors are flung open like someone was packing. Heart thumping, I sit up and peer into the open wardrobe. It’s empty. I jump from the bed, dragging the covers with me. I peer into the bathroom and the guest bedroom.