Page 115 of Ace My Heart

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled. I rolled my hips and dug my nails into his back, clutching him closer to me, licking into his mouth.

The tingling started in my toes, an ache spreading out from deep within me.

“I’m so close!” I broke away from his mouth to gasp. He responded by curling his fingers inside me to stroke the hypersensitive, ridged spot as his thumb flicked my clit.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

I exploded, crying out as my pussy contracted around his fingers, every muscle in my body spasming with the strength of the orgasm. Joel’s forehead met mine as his fingers continued to thrust gently inside me, slowly bringing me down.

“Mel,” he whispered, and there was some strong emotion in his voice that I couldn’t decipher.

“Yes, Joel?” I responded, reaching down between us and wrapping a hand around his dick once more, guiding him towards me.

He leaned closer, kissing me on the tip of my nose in a surprisingly tender way, and then he was in me. Filling me. Stretching me.

Part of me.

I wrapped my legs tight around his hips and clutched him to me, rocking back and forth in sync with his thrusts.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he murmured against my cheek as he pushed even deeper inside of me, his cock rubbing against my already over-sensitised g-spot, his pelvis grinding against my clit. I felt my body tightening again, that delicious ache building deep within.

I had no space in my brain to stop and think about his words. He reached down and grabbed a handful of my butt, angling me back slightly so his cock rubbed harder against that sensitive spot inside me.

“Oh God, Joel!” I sobbed out, clawing my nails into his back. He leaned back and caught my eyes as my orgasm exploded. I couldn’t look away. I drowned in the ocean of his eyes as I clenched around him, moaning incoherently.

“Was that good?” he asked a moment later, still rocking back and forth inside of me, his hands tangled into my hair as my pussy continued to flutter around his cock in little aftershocks.

I nodded, not trusting my voice at that moment.

“Becausethatwas fucking amazing for me,” he continued, and for a second I wondered how it could have been so amazing when he was still hard and throbbing inside me, still very obviously not finished. But then he leaned back so he was kneeling and lifted me until I was straddling him, sending all thought fleeing my brain. His fingers kneaded my butt as I gripped fistfuls of his silky hair. His lips found mine and he feasted on my mouth, as he continued to rock me back and forth on him. I moved in sync with him, riding his gorgeous cock, digging my nails into the nape of his neck.

He clutched me tighter to him, burying his head in my shoulderand stifling his own groan as he pulsed inside me, flooding me with heat.

We sat like that for a few moments, just getting our breath back, and then he lowered me back down on the bed and pulled out of me, lying beside me and cuddling me. I nestled into the crook of his arm, like that spot had been made for me.

“Wow!” I breathed. Joel was silent. I turned my head to see whether he’d fallen asleep, but he was watching me through heavy-lidded eyes.

I blushed. I’d just completely lost control of myself, with Joel to boot – the one guy I had always said I wouldn’t touch – couldn’t touch. Shouldn’t touch.

But looking at him now, I couldn’t regret it. What we’d just done was so different from any sex I’d ever had – in the best possible way. It scared me how much I wanted it again already. And not just the orgasms, but the feel of him so close to me. Part of me.

“Mel,” Joel whispered. I rolled towards him and pressed my lips gently to his. This was getting into dangerous territory now. This post-sex snuggling was crossing another line. One that I didn’t think either of us wanted to cross.

“I’d better go shower – we’ve got a party to get to,” I deadpanned, trying to save some face.

I got off the bed and walked to my bedroom without looking back at him.

I don’t know how I managed to shower and do my hair when every fibre in my being was screaming to me to just go back into his room and climb back into bed with him. But I did.

I opened the wardrobe and pulled out the one special dress I’d brought with me; after the dinner debacle in Dubai I always came prepared. As I stepped into it, I imagined his expression when he saw me in it, before immediately peeling it off me. And then I had to stop for a second to get my breath back again.

The deep teal green body-hugging sheath dress clung to my thighs, pressing them together and heightening those deliciously achy post-sex sensations. I spent a good few minutes staring at my reflection in the mirror, trying to get my heart under control. Itwas just the sex that was making it flutter like this. Just the amazing sex.

Despite my best efforts to remain composed, the second I saw the look on Joel’s face when I walked out of the bedroom, I knew that my expression would be all too readable to him.

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