“What are you doing?” I ask him.
“I’m smelling you,” he says. “You have a sexy intoxicating lemon scent and I’m hoping if I inhale enough of it, I’ll smell like you for the rest of the day.”
Tears fill my eyes. That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. No man has ever cared enough to know how I smell. As much as the plan was to have Ace as my itch reliever, it’s becoming very hard to keep him boxed in. With his words and the sweet things he does, he’s slowly bringing down the walls of that box. It won’t take a lot longer to fall for him if I haven’t already.
Ace takes my hand and leads me back to the blanket. He puts away the picnic basket and pulls me down. I lie down flat facing up. The sky seems so close as if I can touch it if I stretch my hand.
Ace covers my body with his before his lips swoop mine into another climax-inducing kiss. He alternates between kissing my mouth and trailing kisses on my neck. He kisses my bare shoulders and with his teeth, he pulls down the strap of my dress.
And slowly, bit by bit, he undresses me. When I’m completely naked, he stands up and in record time, his shirt, shorts, and boxer briefs are off. He pauses for a second and stares down at me hungrily. I should be embarrassed but I am not.
He arranges himself between my legs and I sigh as he lowers his head, knowing the pleasure that is awaiting me. My breaths are quick and short like someone struggling to take in enough air. His first touch is a swipe over my slit. I gasp.
When I feel his mouth again, Ace is devouring my pussy. He grips my thighs and holds them apart as I thrash my legs like a wild woman. I’m in a lust-filled bubble and I want to stay in it forever.
I can’t count how many times I orgasm. When my body is spent, I force Ace to take up my position.
He smiles up at me lazily. “What do you have in mind?”
“You’ll soon find out,” I tell him mysteriously.
I work my way up from his legs, kissing, licking, biting. Ace loves it if the way he’s biting his lip is a sign or the way his cock is jutting out from his body. I can’t wait to wrap my hand around it, but all in good time.
I notice a rather prominent scar on his thigh, with the skin raised in some places. I trail kisses along it. Ace stiffens.
“What happened?” I ask him.
“Bullets,” he says.
My throat closes up. Not only has Ace’s mind been battered, but his body has also too. I love on his wounds, showing him that they are not a turn-off for me. His body relaxes again, and I make my way further up.
I wrap my hand around his manhood and slowly pump up and down while licking the head. I love the salty taste of the liquid at the tip and I lick it off greedily. Ace and I have had sex several times, but I’ve never had a chance to get this close a look at his manhood. I study it as a scientist studies a specimen. It’s thick and long. A real weapon of pleasure.
Ace chuckles. “Have you never been up close with one of those?”
“Can’t say that I have,” I respond playfully.
I take his cock all the way into my mouth and with a moan, Ace’s head falls back to the sand as he groans loudly. Everything fades, including the salty breeze as well as the sound of the waves crashing on the beach. All except for pleasuring Ace.
He rocks his hips upward in time to my movements. My hand teases his balls, cupping each of them in turn as if I’m weighing them. I suck on his manhood and tease the undersides. His manhood throbs in my mouth and Ace grips the back of my head.
“Lexi,” Ace says. “You’d better stop now. I want to come inside your sweet pussy.”
His words flood my pussy with fresh wetness. Ace flips me over so that he’s lying on top of me. His liquid brown eyes bore into me as his cock settles at the entrance of my pussy. I rock my hips, each time pulling his manhood further in.
Ace groans, grips his manhood and guides it in. He doesn’t break the stare and he makes love to me while holding my gaze. It’s as if I can see into his very soul. I feel as though we’ve broken all the barriers between us.
He takes me to heaven. The sensations I feel are amplified by the sounds of the ocean and the breeze. I’m afraid I’ll never again be content with making love on a bed.