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ACE

There are no words to adequately describe the maelstrom of emotions that riot through me right this second.

That Sheri trusted me enough to share her vulnerable moment with me; that she willingly got naked, even if it was slow and with some trepidation; and the sight of her crawling up onto her bed, everything on display for my eyes to feast upon.

Holy Mother of Mercy, I’m so hard right now, I could hammer nails.

I need to remind myself to take things easy and neither frighten nor hurt her in my eagerness to get my hands on all that beautiful flesh. To that end, I take a deep, calming breath, then proceed to rip my clothes off so I can join Sheri on the bed.

She gives me one of her soft smiles as I hop up and crawl across the mattress toward her. Resting against the headboard, Sheri parts her legs for me as I shift between them, making space to accommodate me there. Chest to chest, my raging hard-on resting against her belly, I lean forward to take her lips with mine. A faint taste of toothpaste and coffee settles on my tongue, and my cock shifts restlessly where it lays.

“Hmm.” The quiet hum from Sheri has me breaking the kiss, leaving her lips as I lay a trail of tiny butterfly kisses across her skin in my quest to taste more of her than her mouth.

I take my time, worshipping whatever part of her my lips may land on, before moving on to the next. Steadily, I make my way over and then down her body, until I finally reach Nirvana. Her pussy is already glistening with passion, just begging to be tasted.

Instead, reversing my path, I head back up her body to pay homage to her breasts, rosy nipples pouting for attention. With my tongue flat, I lave at the tightly furled buds, first one, then the other, smiling to myself as they tighten even more.

Unable to wait a second longer, I enclose an engorged bud in the wet heat and suck it deeper into my mouth. Sheri’s low moan spurs me on, and I suck harder, rhythmically until, with a pop, I release it to lavish the same attention on its twin.

The sensation of Sheri raking her nails down my back has me biting down on the nipple currently receiving my attention, causing her to sink those nails into the meat of my ass.

Glorious.

I release the puckered bud and, once again, head south toward that glistening little pussy that I can all but hear calling my name. Reaching my intended target, I look up at her. Sheri’s hair is in disarray, as if she’s been pulling on it. Her cheeks are rosy with color, her lips puffy from my kiss, and her eyes glittering with desire.

Absolutely exquisite.

Lowering my head, I lave my tongue over her, taking the taste of her into my mouth, inhaling the scent of her into my lungs. Again and again, I lick her pussy, delighting in the flavor and feel of her. But when I clamp my teeth on her clit, she shoves her hands into my hair, digging her nails into my scalp, and I redouble my effort to bring her to orgasm.

It’s literally all I need to push me ever closer to the edge. I’ve been jonesing for this woman for ages, trying to figure out how to take my shot. Now here we are, and I’ve got her wrapped around me like a vine, so responsive I have to use both hands to hold her in place as I eat at her like a man starving.

“Ooooh God, Ace I’m ...” Sheri’s low moan is cut short as her entire body tightens and release slams into her so intensely her back bows and her hands clench, nails still digging into my scalp.

The bite of pain turns me feral, and I push two fingers into her spasming channel, gliding easily through her slick wetness, whilst continuing to suck her clit like my very life depends on it. Sheri rides my face like a bull rider hanging on for the eight second buzzer, and it’s all I can do to not come all over her duvet.

“Ace ... babe ... it’s too much,” Sheri cries out, still riding the crest of her orgasm.

“All right, gorgeous, I’ll give you a second. I need to find a condom and then I’ll be back, ready or not,” I reply, easing off. Dropping a kiss on her inner thigh, I hop off the bed and search for my wallet.

There’s a condom in it that I pray is still good. Let’s just say it’s been there a while and leave it at that.

I crawl back onto the bed, between those glorious thighs now wet from Sheri’s orgasm. Leaning back on my heels, I rip into the wrapper and roll the condom over my raging hard-on, praying I won’t embarrass myself.

Sheri’s lying spreadeagled on the bed, eyes closed, chest heaving, hair a dark halo of mussed strands surrounding her like a fallen angel. God, she’s the most beautiful woman in the world to me. And there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here right now.

Supporting my weight on my arms, I ease into her tight pussy. I can’t bite back the groan of pleasure that escapes as I sink into her warmth, and she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me in tighter.

If this is what heaven feels like, sign me up.

When I’m all the way in, I have to take a moment to regain my composure. If I move a muscle, the orgasm that’s been threatening will become a reality, and this will be all over before it even begins.

“Ace?” I hear the unspoken question in that one word.

“I just need a minute, babe. It’s been a while for me.”

“I hear that. I haven’t been with anyone since — well, in years.” It thrills me to know I’m the first man she’s been with since Maverick.

“You mean to tell me you’ve not —”

“No, no. I just mean my trusty vibrator’s been the only one to take care of my needs in the past five years.”

“Ah, gotcha. Well, hopefully I can measure up to B.O.B.”

Her snort of laughter has her pussy muscles tightening around me, and I groan again.

“Um, Ace?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think you could maybe move some?” She grins up at me, obviously recovered now.

“Yes, ma’am. Your wish is my command,” I say, gliding out of her hot little channel, before pushing back into her. “Like that?”

“Yeah, like that. Maybe a little faster though?”

“You mean like this?” I ask, setting up a fast pace.

“Mmmm, yes, exactly like that,” she all but purrs, arching her back and once again digging those nails of hers into my ass and holding on for dear life.

“Not gonna last,” I say through gritted teeth after a short while, pounding into her like she’s my lifeline.

“Me either.”

My balls draw up closer to my body, and I know I’m out of time. Reaching a hand between our bodies, I add my thumb to the mix, rubbing her swollen little nub, offering up thanks as I feel Sheri tighten around me in response.

“Aaahhh, God, I’m going to come.”

Yes. Exactly the response I was looking for, because I don’t want to be that guy — the one who comes first and leaves his partner unsatisfied. Unfortunately, I am the first one to orgasm. I can’t fight it back or stave it off.

With a quiet groan, I collapse onto my elbows, lowering my weight to the side to avoid crushing her beneath me. Not wanting to leave her hanging, I grit my teeth through one of the most intense orgasms I think I’ve ever had, while still rubbing her clit, keeping up the pressure.

In almost no time at all, I’m rewarded. Sheri cries out, her pussy convulsing around my softening cock, milking me for any last drops that might remain. Finally, we’re nothing but a sweaty, heaving mass of bodies, lying spent and breathless on the now rumpled bed.

For long moments, we simply lie there, holding onto each other, taking a moment to recover and savor the feel of the other close, skin to skin. I have no idea how long we stay like that before Sheri yawns and stretches, much like a cat does, and we both groan as my now fully soft cock slips out.

Turning her head toward me, she smiles at me. “Want to grab a quick shower with me?” Her expression is hopeful, and I couldn’t say no even if I wanted to.

“Sure. Give me a few seconds to dispose of this condom?” She nods, and I hurry over to the bathroom.

Once I’m done, I turn the shower on, adjusting the water until it’s running good and hot. I remember Mav complaining that Sheri was going to boil him alive in the shower one day. My heart bumps at the thought and, for a split second, I feel like a heel. Like I’m moving in on his girl. But he’s gone, and life moves on. Sad, but true.

Sheri pads into the master bath, her naked body still flushed from our lovemaking. When she notices I’m looking at her, she goes to cover her nudity.

“Don’t, babe. You have nothing to be shy or embarrassed about. You’re a beautiful woman who’s been blessed to grow not one, but two humans within that amazing body. Be proud of that. Don’t hide your body from me. Let me see all that lushness.”

She hesitates for just a second before lowering her arms again. I bow low and indicate the running water. “Your shower awaits, milady.” She laughs, stepping past me and into the stall.

“Yeeeessss,” she hisses as the hot water hits her skin. A hum of appreciation has my cock twitching with interest. “This water is perfect. You coming?”

“I need a moment to recover before I can rise to the occasion again,” I tease, knowing that’s not what she meant.

Lobbing her sponge at me, Sheri laughs. “Get in here, you goof.”

Before I do, I take a moment to appreciate the sight of her, sleek from the cascading water, head thrown back as she savors the heat, and find the moment surreal. This wasn’t at all how I’d foreseen our morning going.

I thought we’d get to have a meal together before I leave, talk some, and then a kiss or two to keep me going while I’m gone. Make no mistake — I am eternally grateful that I got to share this incredible time with Sheri — but I realize there’s no way I can get in that shower with her and still make my flight. And being court marshaled for dereliction of duty is not on my bingo card for today.

“Babe.” I wait for her to look at me. “There is nothing more I’d love to do than join you, but if I do, I won’t make my flight. You know what that would mean for me. So instead, I’m going to head downstairs and start reheating our now cold breakfast. You can join me when you’re ready. Okay?”

She pouts for a moment, then nods. “I understand.”

“Do you? Truly?” Sheri nods but doesn’t meet my eyes. “Sheri, look at me, gorgeous.” Once again, I wait for her to look at me. This time it takes a bit longer.

“I swear to God, there is literally nothing else I’d rather do than get into that shower, use my hands and tongue to wash you clean, bring you pleasure, whatever grabs my fancy. But once I do, I’m not going to want to leave. And I don’t have a choice. You know that. Yeah?”

My words seem to settle whatever demons are riding her thoughts, and she smiles at me. “Yeah. Let me get washed up real quick and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“Okay.” I study her and am satisfied with what I see. “Need anything before I head down?”

“No thanks, I’m good.”

As I leave the bathroom, I look back and find Sheri shampooing her hair, her luscious tits on full display. I waver and almost give in to my baser needs. Getting a grip on my runaway emotions, I hurry from the room.