Page 73 of His To Claim
“I usually stay in the beach house, but I come here on the weekends sometimes.”
I look around the room, running my fingers over the marble bar on the right side of the room when I feel him come up behind me. Ace places his hands upon my shoulders, sending an icy shiver through me before lowering his mouth to my shoulder, and blowing a breath of hot air against my skin.
Slowly, he trails his lips against my skin. “Beautiful,” he whispers breathlessly.
I close my eyes to stop myself from turning around to face him as he continues to press soft kisses along my shoulder, moving up my neck. Involuntarily, I arch to the side to give him more access. Ace reaches for the zipper of my dress and in slow motion pulls it down, revealing my bare back to him.
I hear his breathing quicken as he realizes I’m not wearing a bra before his hands find my waist and he turns me swiftly to face him. I keep my eyes closed, not wanting to look directly at him, afraid of what I might find looking back.
Ace’s hand comes up to caress my cheek as the dress falls down my waist, ending in a puddle on the marble floor. Opening my eyes, I find his gaze remains glued to mine, a thick cloud of lust glazing his eyes as he watches me attentively. My nipples harden from the way his gaze lowers, following the curve of my practically naked body.
And then he does the one thing that makes me break my resolve, he bites his fucking lip.
I can’t take this agony any longer. My body needs him.
The desire I have to make him mine is overpowering my senses. I need to feel him, to touch every inch of him. My hunger clouds my judgment and I kiss him again feverously. This timethough, his kisses are more intense, full of passion, and a longing need I feel in every part of my being.
They are what I desire most. His hands wrap tightly around my waist as I place mine on his shoulder to steady myself. His broad shoulders are stiff, muscular and I want nothing more than to undress him and to run my tongue over every muscle on his body.
Ace picks me up and I wrap my legs around him as he walks us over to the bed at the far end of the room. He lowers me to it and I slide back slowly not once letting go of his lips.
A moment later, I briefly push him away as my fingers fumble with the buttons on his shirt before I push it off his shoulders not once looking away from his captivating eyes. They burn with passion; their blue is even clearer, glossy, and covered in desire while his body is warm and hard as I stare down at him.
Muscular abs appear beneath his shirt, and I ache to lick every tattoo painted across his skin. I trace the fissures of his abdominals with shaky fingers, and touch and kiss him all over his chest, not missing any inch of his perfect torso. He caresses my body with a desire to explore every inch of me as well, gripping my exposed, aching breasts.
His warm tongue traces over each hard nipple as he reaches down and pulls my thong, ripping it from my body in one swift tug, and throwing it to the side revealing my now completely naked body. He sits and stares at me admiring my body and it makes me flush brightly.
Reaching behind me he unclips my hair, letting it fall in dark waves around me. “You are so beautiful, Red,” he whispers, making my skin shiver with need.
I am panting and out of breath, ready to beg him to touch me, to take me into his arms and make me his. I want to feel him inside me, to fill me with this eccentric passion that radiates between us.
Ace stands up and takes his shoes off quickly, pulling off his pants and briefs not once looking away from me. I am sitting naked on his bed with my knees folded up to my breasts, my mostintimate parts exposed to him, while he stands naked across from me. His body is amazing, his erection massive and exquisitely satisfying to the eyes.
Is it odd to find his cock so beautiful?
Slowly, he kneels on the bed in front of me and pulls me towards him, my sex now rubbing against his erection. Lying back on the bed, his back against the silky sheets, he flips me over to straddle him.
Our naked bodies, skin to skin, his hands gripping my waist firmly, and his eyes burning intensely through mine. The feeling of his soft skin as I run my hand up and down his tattooed chest is electrifying.
God, he’s beautiful.
My fingers trace over every piece of ink visible to me, as he places a hand on mine following its movement. I reach his largest tattoo, an eagle wings splayed against his heart, and feel him inhale a sharp breath. I look up meeting his penetrating gaze, and see confusion etched into the small creases on his forehead.
He watches me curiously but there’s something else there. We sit still for a moment drowning in each other’s lust filled eyes, like two pools full of desire and need that never want to look away.
Sitting up, he cups my breast again, his icy touch inciting me as he runs his hands all over my torso. Leaning forward he kisses me softly around my neck, down the middle of my chest, around my navel until he reaches the sweet spot above my center. My body curls inside, my back curving backward because this feeling is overwhelming. I know what is going to happen and I cannot believe how much I want him. I need him.
He stops kissing me and brings his head to mine. “Are you sure about this?” he asks me as he has me naked straddling his lap, his cock a mere centimeter from my opening.
Really, he’s asking me this now as I am sitting naked on top of him. I obviously want it.
“No,” I whisper, looking away. I feel his body stiffen. “But Iwant this,” I tell him looking back into his eyes. “Hurry, before I change my mind.”
A faint laugh resonates from within him, his beautiful smile illuminated by the moonlight coming in from the window behind him, and just like that, he is inside me.
I groan as his hard cock fills me with pleasure. I am so ready for him, so slick and wet from his sweet foreplay. The entire night has been our foreplay, the last few weeks have led up to this exact moment.
The inevitable.