Page 121 of Ace My Heart

“So, you’re telling me that you went without sex fortwomonths?” I repeated, still not quite able to believe it.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been spending pretty much every waking moment with you. When have I had time to go out looking for sex?”

I clenched my jaw. “When have youeverhad to go looking for sex? I thought that sex just fell into your lap.”

Joel chuckled angrily. “It might seem that way to you, but the only time recently that sex has just ‘fallen into my lap’ was a couple of nights ago in a hotel in Soho.”

The hire car pulled up outside my apartment building. The driver very politely waited for us to finish our argument.

I glared at him. “That didn’t just fall into your lap, Joel! You’d been working towards that moment formonths! Don’t think I didn’t realise it – you and your innuendo, and the way you would come so close to me that I thought I was going to go insane if I didn’t just act on it. You knewexactlywhat you were doing. It’s so frust –”

He didn’t let me finish. He kissed me instead. I tried to fight it, God’s honest truth I did, but within seconds I was clutching him to me desperately. He broke away from my lips for a second, his hands roving down to my hips, his lips curved up into a cheeky grin.

“You’re so sexy when you get all angry, Stinky,” he muttered, and his lips were on mine again.

“Ahem,” the driver cleared his throat pointedly, and Joel and I jumped apart guiltily. “Will there be another stop after this one?”

Joel looked at me, his eyes burning. I shook my head.

“Just the one stop, thanks,” I choked out. The driver got out andhuffily dumped our bags on the sidewalk. I slid out of the car and Joel handed over some cash. The driver tore off down the street as soon as the door was closed.

It felt weird to have to do something as normal as carry our luggage upstairs, knowing that as soon as we got inside we were going to be all over each other. I tried not to think about it too much. I tried not to worry that it was a bad and stupid mistake to be doing this again. Hadn’t I decided that I wouldn’t let him touch me if he couldn’t define what our relationship would be, now that we were having sex?

It seemed that my resolve wasn’t as strong as I’d hoped, or non-existent more to the point, because as soon as we were inside the door Joel grabbed me, dragged my t-shirt off over my head and flung me onto the lounge, and I didn’t make one noise or action of complaint. In fact, it was quite the opposite – I was actively encouraging him as he lay down on top of me and kissed me enthusiastically.

His hands roved expertly over my body – he knew every little curve of it by now, and exactly where to touch to get the best reaction from me. He was a lightning-fast learner and he’d had a whole night of practise.

His mouth was on one breast, his hand down the front of my yoga pants, his fingers circling my clit, thrusting inside me, circling again, in a way that was going to send me over the edge if he kept it up for much longer.

“You remember in California when I kept having those dreams?” I asked him breathlessly.

“Mmm hmm,” was his muffled reply – he didn’t take his mouth off my nipple. I gasped and the ache down low turned to a throbbing.

“Well, this is how they all started out.”

He did pull away from my nipple then, and looked down at me with a smirk.

“Really?” he asked. He slid my yoga pants and underwear right off and dropped his own pants. I tugged his shirt off and dragged him back down on me.

“Yes, really,” I moaned as he slid into me. “But they didn’t end like this. I wish theyhad.”

I felt a chuckle bubble out from Joel’s lips, which were pressed against my collarbone. “I wish they had too; then maybe this would have happened sooner,” he groaned against me as he lifted me up and moved into a sitting position with me straddling him. His teeth latched onto my nipple again, and I cried out as I moved on him. His hands caressed my butt and slid up and down my back.

I buried my head in his shoulder as I got close to the edge, but he pulled me back so he could see my face, cupping both my breasts and teasing my nipples with his fingers as I coiled tighter, and tighter, and overflowed into waves of ecstasy. I vaguely wondered as I cried out, what he found so fascinating about my orgasm face.

When I was done, Joel lifted me off him and put me down on the floor, climbing on top of me and feeding himself deep into me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer, kissing him furiously, our tongues tangling, dancing as he fucked me slowly. He broke our kiss, pushing my hair out of my face and leaning back to look at me.

“Why is sex so different with you?” he asked in a low voice as he moved inside me gently.

I bit my lip. “Different better, I hope?”

He picked up the pace, and I swallowed heavily as I felt the ache inside start to hike up again.

“Better,definitelybetter,” he groaned. “I can normally last for hours, but with you … fuck, Mel!”

I clung to him as we both came together. He propped himself up on one arm and looked at me; his lips swollen from kissing and his eyes bright from coming. I smothered the urge to reach up and stroke his face – I was still totally unsure about what the protocol was for this particular kind of casual sex.

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