Page 63 of Steal My Breath Away

“When do we get to the part when you’re inside me?” I arched again, trying to draw his attention back to my other breast.

“When you stop thinking and just feel.” He moved down my body, brushing light kisses over my hip and stomach until they reached my mound. I twisted in frustration, struggling against the scarves, my hands aching from my tight grip on the bars.

“Keep going.”

“Do I need to tighten the scarves?” he murmured against myskin. “Or will you be still?” His breath was hot, his mouth hovering over my aching center. I felt him all over even though his lips were the only part of his body that had touched me.

I closed my eyes and forced myself to stop moving, trying to focus on just processing the sensations. His lips grazed the top of my pubic bone, his breath hot on my skin as he whispered, “Very good.”

A wave of pleasure flushed through my body, and I trembled in anticipation as he moved lower. I’d never been so wet, never felt the pulse of blood pound so hard between my thighs. My entire being focused on his heat, his body, his lips working their way down to where I needed him the most.

“Ace,” I moaned. “Please.” I’d never begged for anything in bed, but I didn’t feel embarrassed with Ace. I trusted him to give me what I wanted—what I needed.

“Not yet.” He pushed down the bed and pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, and for some reason, the denial of the pleasure I’d been expecting made me even wetter.

“How about a rough timeline?” I suggested, my voice hoarse. “Just so I can plan ahead.”

Ace looked up and smiled. “Still not there.”

“I am there,” I pleaded. “All I want is for you to be inside me.”

“I don’t think you want it enough.” He licked lazy circles along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, stopping only when he reached the crease of my hip. His hair brushed gently over my clit, the barest whisper of a touch, and my entire body jerked as if electrified.

“Oh, God.” I writhed in my bonds.

“I prefer ‘Ace,’” he said, amused as he turned his attention to my other thigh. “I want to hear my name when you come.”

His smooth, sensual voice licked along my skin. This was Ace—Ace, who had always been there when I needed him; Ace, who had saved me countless times when I’d let impulse take control; Ace, who was here to protect me. Ace, who I trusted.

I closed my eyes again, pushed everything away and focusedon wholly experiencing the sensations in my body, the brush of Ace’s lips on my skin, the heat of his breath, the tickle of his soft hair.

“That’s it.” He trailed a finger through my folds, a slow caress that had me tilting my hips into his touch.

“More.” I slid down the bed, bending my knees as far as the scarves would allow, bringing myself closer.

Ace responded to my invitation, by repeating the stroke of his finger and following the path with the hot, wet tip of his tongue. Pleasure coursed through my body in a wave of white-hot heat, ripping a moan from my throat.

This time he didn’t stop. He licked me again, flicking his tongue over my clit as he pushed a finger deep inside me. I cried out then turned my mouth into my arm to muffle the sound.

Another finger pushed inside me, and I rocked my hips to meet his steady rhythm and the hot warmth of his mouth as he teasingly circled my clit. I gave myself over to the moment, muscles tensing, fingers clinging to the bar, lungs heaving for breath, my mind shattering until there was nothing but touch and sensation coalescing into waves of pleasure that built faster and higher until finally, I soared.

Ace slid up my body and kissed me, his hand cupped between my legs, his finger idly stroking between my folds, keeping me on edge.

“What are you doing?”

“Whatever I want.” He rolled to one side and pushed his finger firmly inside me. Pleasure zipped through my body, setting my already sensitized nerves on fire. He thrust in and out, the slow, steady movements ratcheting my tension up again. “You’re so wet. I think you like being tied up and at my mercy.” He added a third finger, and I squirmed at the erotic sensation of being almost uncomfortably full.

“I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“I’m your first.” A self-satisfied smile spread across his face.

“You’re a first for a lot of things.” I wriggled on the bed, trying to release some of the erotic tension that was building up inside me. His fingers withdrew, and the pulse of desire eased to a low throb that left me feeling empty. Ace licked his fingers, his gaze never leaving mine. “Are you ready for me?”

“So ready.”

Without taking his gaze from mine, he pulled a condom from his pocket and unzipped his jeans. His cock sprang out, hard and thick, and my mouth watered as he covered himself.

“I want you.”

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