Emma barely heard what anyone said. She was so hot with anticipation. She took Ace by the hand as they walked in the moonlight toward the tiny cottage-like house that would act as their lovemaking palace for the night.
She pulled him close and nibbled on his ear before speaking in a smokey, low tone. “I can’t wait to have you inside me again,” she crooned.
Ace glanced down at her, no longer shocked but invigorated by her passion. “Damn, you’re such a bad girl, aren’t you?”
She nodded enthusiastically and was surprised to feel him scoop her up by her butt and throw her over his shoulder. She laughed uproariously as he sprinted toward the house, the stars in the sky twinkling overhead.
Ace nearly kicked the door open as they came into their comfy homestead. Emma continued to giggle as he placed her against the wall. He pressed his mouth against hers with a power Emma hadn’t ever felt before.
Their make-out session was electric and intense. As they panted and their tongues flicked into each other’s open mouths, Ace moved his hand up her leg, then pulled at her thigh. She gasped as he wrapped one of her legs around his waist and moved his lips to her neck.
“Is this what you want?” he purred.
Emma felt Ace run his hand up her thigh quickly, finding her panties and pushing them aside. He fired his fingers onto her clit, making her shriek in ecstasy.
“Yes!” she bellowed.
Ace began to intermittently move his fingers from her clit, to deep inside her. He gathered some of her natural lubrication and began rubbing at her faster and faster while his mouth nibbled at her neck.
The stimulation was entirely overwhelming for Emma, but she adored it. She let herself moan his name over and over, pleading for him to continue and bring her to the edge of her entire existence.
“Oh, baby,” Ace groaned into her supple neck, moving his way to her bountiful chest. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
Emma began to pound herself against his fingers, feeling herself getting close. She panted sharply, letting herself lose control to the point of forgetting that anyone else even existed.
“Yes, baby, yes!” she cried. “Oh my God, I’m almost there!”
Ace picked up the pace, and before she knew it, her eyes were rolling to the back of her head. Glitter shot through her body, caressing every bone. She felt like she was going to melt into her new husband’s arms.
“Oh, fuck!”
She pulled his head into her breasts, and he grunted, and she ramped up her orgasm with her hips. Emma was breathless when she finally came down, feeling him pull his fingers out of her and holding her up by the shoulders.
“Baby,” she groaned.
Ace was grinning ear to ear. He kissed her lightly and picked her up again, this time in a bridal hold. She was dazed with endorphins as he carried her to the bedroom, then placed her softly on a comfy cottage-style bed.
“You are so beautiful,” Ace whispered.
He gently pulled her shoes off as she lay on her back, breathing deeply and absorbing the pleasure of the moment. He shimmied her underwear off and tossed it to the side before starting to undress himself.
Emma rolled over on the bed and turned on a soft light. Ace had mostly gotten naked when she looked at him, biting her lip and moving her hands over her breasts.
“My man,” she crooned.
He let out his massive erection and leapt onto the bed. He crawled toward her like a hungry animal, and she was his willing prey.
“My lady,” he growled.
Ace kissed her feet, then quickly licked his way up between her legs. Emma threw her head back between the pillows as he planted gentle lips upon her clit and then gave a light flick of his tongue to her quivering core.
“Oh, Ace,” she moaned.
He smiled between her legs, his tongue slithering out once again to tap her clit. Emma peered down between her breasts, in absolute disbelief that she had landed such a selfless man.
Not only in life but in bed, where it really mattered.
“You’re bad!” she cried out, laughing.