28. Tasting the Forbidden
“Okay,” Ace spoke softly, studying me with concern. “Okay, I think it’s time we talk.
Let’s cut this panic of yours short before it starts to snowball, yeah?”
He helped me sit up with gentle hands and wiped my hair out of my face.
“So.” I gulped when I noticed his hand massaging my thigh. “Y-you want to…be with me?”
“More than anything,” Ace confirmed. The broad, loving smile on his face made more than just my stomach flutter. “I’ve dreamed of this day since the moment we met.”
Despite my overwhelming feelings of love and relief, unexpected anger rose too.
“So, then, why didn’t you tell me that, you big jerk!”
I couldn’t help myself. All those years of confusion and wondering what our relationship was, and for what? For him to tell me he had been in love with me since the day we met?
I slapped him on his chest and then instantly regretted it when pain raced up my wrist. It was like hitting a rock.
Ace tutted his disapproval and gently grabbed my hand before kissing the sore spot.
My lungs constricted.
“Don’t do that again,” he reprimanded against my skin. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
I struggled to pay attention, too busy drowning in the sensation of sparks erupting from his lips, onto my skin. I think he unscrewed a few bolts in my head every time his mouth touched me.
“I didn’t tell you…,” he continued, kissing the inside of my wrist.
It didn’t hurt there, but I think he knew that. I think he was enjoying watching me squirm.
“…because I wanted you to be in control.”
“Uh-huh,” I murmured.
Ace grinned against my flesh and carried on with his ministrations. His lips and tongue made their way up my arm and onto my shoulder, leaving mind-numbing tingles in their wake.
I sighed in contentment.
Finally, his mouth found his favorite spot between my neck and shoulder, the same spot where he’d bitten me the previous night.
The moment his lips latched onto that mysterious, raised bump near my throat, pleasurable flames exploded in my gut. I was once again pressing up against him, needing more, more, more.
Getting turned on by Ace wasn’t anything new. He’d always found ways to make me blush.
But now that I knew he loved me, it felt different. It felt real. The apex of my thighs throbbed with a heartbeat, and liquid leaked from me, flooding my panties.
“Doe.” Ace groaned my name like he was in pain. He tightened his grip as he dragged his lips up my face until he was breathing against my ear. “I need to taste you. I’ve been starving for it. Please.”
One of his hands gripped my rib cage, his thumb caressing just underneath my boob, while the other one held my neck, keeping my head tilted.
My bones buzzed, and an embarrassing whimper escaped me. “You’re…you’re tasting me right now.”
I dug my nails into his shoulders.
He let out a deep chuckle. “Not what I meant, sweet thing.”
The hand on my rib cage skated down until his fingers were brushing the inside of my thigh. My legs parted automatically, and Ace pressed his pointer to the elastic of my panties.
He looked at me, his eyes silently asking if this was all right.
I nodded.
His fingers moved a little to the left, right over the lips of my soaking pussy.
Tingles zapped through me. Whoa.
“You’re fucking soaking.”
He cupped my aching heat, making my hips shoot up. My head fell back onto his pillow as I released a moan.
“Here,” Ace said, pressing his hand down possessively. “I want to taste you here.”
I blinked at him in confusion. “You want to…” I gulped. “You want to put your mouth… down ~there~? Right now?~”~ “Only if you’ll let me.” His voice was so sexy when it was so deep and rough.
He cupped my jaw with his other hand. “You can tell me no.” His gaze was sincere, loving. “You can always tell me no. We can wait until you feel ready.”
His lips turned up, and his eyes traveled down my body to where I was shamelessly grinding myself against his hand. I hadn’t even realized I was moving.
“You can always tell me no”—his smug eyes found mine again—“but I get the feeling you want to say yes.”
He was right. I did want to say yes. Desperately. I had heard of getting eaten out before but hadn’t thought much about it. It seemed kind of gross. But now… My nod was jerky. “Yes,” I breathed out. “Yes. Please.”
Ace moved down my body so fast that he was between my thighs in no time, forcing my legs wider as e made their wayhe fit his massive shoulders between them.
He thrust my T-shirt up so that my blue cotton panties were revealed to him, licked his lips, then pressed his nose against the wet fabric covering my sex and inhaled deeply.
I gasped.
“Fuck, yes,” he grumbled, pulling in deep lungfuls. “The smell of your wet pussy has been torturing me since puberty.
“I dream of what it tastes like every fucking night. My mouth waters any time you’re around. And now I finally get to fucking do something about it.”
I moaned. I couldn’t tell if I was nervous or excited.
Ace left a gentle kiss on my soaking panties, then moved his mouth over the skin of my inner thighs.
“You don’t have to be scared, baby.”
He was once again reading my mind.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, you’ll beg me to put my head between your thighs every day.”
He reached up and hooked both thumbs under the waistband of my underwear. “And I’ll always say
yes.”
He began to pull.
My eyes went wide. “Wait!” I called out.
Ace instantly halted his movements.
“I…I, uh, I haven’t shaved.” I rushed out. I couldn’t hold back my cringe.
Way to ruin the moment, Doe, I thought.
It was all happening so fast that I hadn’t even considered what I looked like down there. It couldn’t be good though.
Ace stared at me for a moment before throwing his head back and letting out a booming laugh.
“You just agreed to let me lick your pussy—the thing I’ve been dreaming about for years. Do you think I’m going to let a little hair stop me? I don’t think so. I don’t give a damn if you’ve shaved.”
The next thing I knew, my panties were ripped from my body. And then he dipped down and licked up my slit.
I cried out and threw my head back, immediately grabbing fistfuls of his hair. Ace groaned as he lapped at my wetness before circling his tongue around my clit and then sucking it into his mouth.
My hips jerked up as my body sought to grind itself against him, but Ace wasn’t having any of it.
He wrapped an arm under my lower back and lifted me partially off the bed so that I had nowhere else to go. Ace was in complete control.
He licked me into absolute delirium. My back arched, and I moaned. I had never felt anything like this. you want to say“Ace,” I mewled, still tugging on his hair, needing him closer. “Oh god! Ace!”
I could tell he loved hearing me moan his name. Every time I did, he purred a little louder until it was all I could hear.
Well, that, and the sound of him eagerly slurping up my juices as if I were his new favorite meal.
Part of me felt like I should be grossed out, but the sound of him drinking from me was erotic as all hell.
I knew I was being loud, moaning and gasping, practically sobbing in ecstasy, but I just couldn’t help myself. It was the most incredible thing I had ever felt.
His tongue was like magic, and he knew exactly how hard to suck to keep me on the edge of cloud nine. His purrs vibrated through me, vibrating every muscle, every tendon, every cell. been torturing meAce suddenly dipped his finger into my dripping hole, and I nearly lost it then and there.
He pushed the digit in and out of me in slow strokes while he continued to lap at my pulsing bud, around. And nowcurving his finger until he found the spot that had my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
Ace snarled.
I didn’t even try to fight the building orgasm. I willingly let it overcome me, causing me to shake and writhe as my nervous system short-circuited with delicious, intoxicating pleasure.
My pussy pulsated around his finger, clenching hard and fast, causing liquid to gush with each convulsion.
Ace growled nonstop, eventually removing his finger from inside me so he could drink down everything.
Meanwhile, I was seeing stars. The quakes of pleasure never seemed to cease, just getting more and more intense with every passing second.
The climax must have been a million times better than the one he had given me in my bed before. I didn’t even know such ecstasy was possible.
As I started to come down, he continued to run his tongue over my clit in slow, gentle circles, prolonging my pleasure for as long as possible.
Then with one final long lick up my still-flexing slit, he moved back to look at me with a hooded gaze.
My chest heaved while I watched him lick his glistening lips. His grin was feral.
“Holy…” I let my head fall back against the mattress and squeezed my eyes shut. . Do you think“Oh my god.”
Ace smoothed his hands up and down my parted legs before he crawled his way up my body. With a smile, he grabbed me by my chin and lowered his lips to mine.
I quickly shoved him away. “Ew, don’t kiss me after what you just did.” aned as he lapped His mouth was still glistening with the evidence of my arousal.
“You don’t want to taste yourself on my lips?” He licked his lips again and groaned.
“You…you don’t think that’s…gross?” I breathed.
Using his thumbs, he brushed the sides of my breasts through the fabric of his T-shirt. “Nothing about
you is gross.” nything like this.
He leaned down until his lips were millimeters from mine, our breaths mingling.
“Do you trust me?”
I did. God help me, I did. “Yes.”
I thought it would be nasty to kiss him after his mouth had been lapping between my legs.
But it wasn’t.
It was erotic and hot. Especially when he thrust his tongue into my mouth, stroking it against my own, ensuring I got an extra good taste of the orgasm he’d just given me.
“Do you know how sweet you taste?” he asked. “How addictive you are?”
I moaned and entwined my arms around his neck. My neediness was in full force once again.
Ace suddenly froze above me. He leaned back, scowling as he listened for something.
“Ace?” I asked. “What is it?”
He looked back at me and snarled. “Your father is here. You should get dressed.”
The climax must have been a million times better than the one he had given me in my bed before. I didn’t even know such ecstasy was possible.
As I started to come down, he continued to run his tongue over my clit in slow, gentle circles, prolonging my pleasure for as long as possible.
Then with one final long lick up my still-flexing slit, he moved back to look at me with a hooded gaze.
My chest heaved while I watched him lick his glistening lips. His grin was feral.
“Holy…” I let my head fall back against the mattress and squeezed my eyes shut.
“Oh my god.”
Ace smoothed his hands up and down my parted legs before he crawled his way up my body. With a smile, he grabbed me by my chin and lowered his lips to mine.
I quickly shoved him away. “Ew, don’t kiss me after what you just did.”
His mouth was still glistening with the evidence of my arousal.
“You don’t want to taste yourself on my lips?” He licked his lips again and groaned.
“You…you don’t think that’s…gross?” I breathed.
Using his thumbs, he brushed the sides of my breasts through the fabric of his T-shirt. “Nothing about you is gross.”
He leaned down until his lips were millimeters from mine, our breaths mingling.
“Do you trust me?”
I did. God help me, I did. “Yes.”
I thought it would be nasty to kiss him after his mouth had been lapping between my legs.
But it wasn’t.
It was erotic and hot. Especially when he thrust his tongue into my mouth, stroking it against my own, ensuring I got an extra good taste of the orgasm he’d just given me.
“Do you know how sweet you taste?” he asked. “How addictive you are?”
I moaned and entwined my arms around his neck. My neediness was in full force once again.
Ace suddenly froze above me. He leaned back, scowling as he listened for something.
“Ace?” I asked. “What is it?”
He looked back at me and snarled. “Your father is here. You should get dressed.”
