Page 7 of Evading Exodus
“Favorite book.”
“Oh…um…” I blushed and quickly changed the subject. “Seder’s on Sunday night, right?” He nodded, grinning. “So what’s the plan for tomorrow? Are you off?”
Ace kissed my head. “I took the weekend off, and Iwasplanning on getting my fill of you, and helping my mom and dad, but with Seth here…” He trailed off, uncertain of my reaction, waiting for my reaction.
“That does put a crimp in your plans, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, and I enjoy helping my mom—getting the house ready, setting the table.”
“Really?”
“Yup. As long as I’m home to celebrate, I’ve always helped get everything ready. Does that seem silly?”
I shook my head.
Ace interlaced his fingers with mine, explaining further. “I’m close to my parents, and although I don’t attend services very often, I keep my faith close, too.”
I snuggled in a little more. It was nice to hear we were very similar in our beliefs and family ties. I closed my eyes, comfortable and warm in Ace’s arms.
“Do you think we could still go over tomorrow and help? I’m pretty handy in the kitchen, and I’d really like to meet your parents,” I said sleepily, the long day catching up to me at last.
“Yeah, sleepyhead. We can do that. Time for bed?”
I murmured my agreement and reluctantly got up. Ace followed as I shuffled down the hall to the bathroom. We brushed our teeth in companionable silence, watching each other in the mirror. Ace raised an eyebrow at me, but I shook my head. “Snuggling and sleeping tonight,” I said with a smirk.
He pouted but then shrugged in acceptance. I didn’t bother putting on any boxers or sleep pants, just slipped between the sheets nude as Ace watched me.
“Lose the jammies,” I said, holding up the sheet for him to climb in with me. Quicker than I could blink, his bottoms were on the floor, and he slid in next to me. I tucked the blanket around him and curled up facing his chest.
“Flip over,” he whispered, and I complied. He pulled me to him, his warm chest pressed against me, one leg slipping between mine. Ace placed his hand on my hip and kissed the back of my neck.
I drifted off to sleep, content in the knowledge that he remained mine.
Chapter 6: Saturday Sports
(The Sixth Plague: Boils)
I bolted upright as a car horn went off, waking me with a shock. A cold hand pulled me down under the blankets and squeezed me tight, wiggling against me for warmth.
“How are you always cold in the morning?” I muttered as Ace plastered his body to my back, wrapping his arms around me.
“Don’t know,” he told my shoulder. “Why are you always warm when I’m cold, and I’m always warm when you’re cold?”
I turned over and put our heads together. “Good question. Guess we’re made for each other.”
“Hmm… Like the sound of that,” he whispered, opening his eyes and gazing into mine. An intense wave of desire flooded my body. I launched myself on top of him, kissing him with fervor.
Ace slid his hands into my hair, his kiss equal measure as he matched my enthusiasm. Overcome with desire, I pried his fingers from my hair and pressed his hands to the mattress on either side of his head. I straddled his body and slid our thickening cocks together. Ace tensed beneath me for a moment before suddenly surrendering to my attack.
I stalled over his relaxed pose as a fresh rush of adrenaline washed over me. I’d long ago pushed aside my urge to dominate. Not that I was into anything hard core, but I’d discovered I liked being in charge in the bedroom in college. Since graduating, my string of older boyfriends had convinced me my age didn’t allow for suchnonsense. They were older, thus they had to be in charge.
Nudging Ace’s head to the side with mine, I teased his earlobe and neck with tiny licks, dotting kisses, and nipping as I saw fit. Ace’s moan let me know he approved and wanted more. I worked my way down his chest, swirled my tongue around a hardened nub, flicked it with my tongue, and sucked it into my mouth. When I bit him gently, he gasped and thrust his chest up, seeking more. I swiped at his nipple again before moving on to the other one and repeating my actions. Swirl, flick, suck, bite…gasp.
God, I’d been such an idiot. Each soft utterance from him, each seeking arch of his body demanding my touch, made my heart pound, pushed those hot buttons inside me. The person who I’d shoved into a box, who never felt comfortable in my prior relationships because I was more dominant than I’d allowed myself to be, charged forward. It was my turn to pitch and throw a strike. My turn to swing away. Ace wanted this, wanted me, and I’d finally achieved the right headspace to be the partner he needed.
Every story of dominance I’d ever read and fantasized over surged forth in my mind. All I had to do was pick the right one.
I rolled off the bed, hustled to the foot of the mattress, grabbed him under his knees and yanked his body down the bed, his head slipping off the pillow. He barely had time to drag in a breath before I straddled him again, dived for his mouth, and delved inside. Breaking the kiss, I bit gently on his bottom lip, pulling on it as I took in his euphoric expression and panting breaths. He raised his head to resume the kiss, but I let go, and Ace dropped to the mattress, waiting for me.
