Page 36 of Love's Ace

Neither of those were happening now, though. I dropped my head to his shoulder and stared at our cocks sliding with dryfriction between our bodies—I was bigger than he was, but not by much. I was caught up in the lean definition of his stomach, and perfectly cut muscles that must have taken hours of exercise—or maybe it was simply something thathappenedwhen you were a cupid. My skin was streaked with scars so old they were nearly faded, and others bright pink from how new they were.

He was so perfect in ways I could never be. He wasperfectin ways I shouldn’t have been able to touch, but my fingers ran the length of the feathers on his wings and his back arched, making his body rock into me again.

Take what you need, he’d said. I didn’t know how to tell him that I’d never been offered anything like this before… I’d never had the chance to choose, to decide.

I’d never been able totakeat all. Now that I was suddenly presented with the ability to, I didn’t know how to handle it. I didn’t know what to do.

I didn’t know what I wanted, other than to feel him—more of him… all of him that I could get, pressed in a line against me and drowning the heat from my body with the coolness of his skin.

When I opened my mouth and let a string of spit trail from between my lips to fall against us, Wren gasped—the sound broke into a moan when I did it again.

“Hands.” I murmured, and lifted my eyes. Wren’s gaze was already so fucked out, so I repeated myself. “Hands, Wren.”

I was worried I’d have to elaborate, but he caught on. His fingers dropped between us, elegant digits wrapping around both of our cocks to trap us against one another, so when my hips bucked up again, the pressure around us was so delicious I nearly came undone. I’d never felt anything like it—never felt anything asgoodas the way his body did when he moved with mine.

I drowned in sensation and knew he was right there beside me, holding tight as we sank beneath the waves. Our pleasurepulsed in tandem, a kaleidoscope offeelingcaught just behind my fluttering lids and painting an image ofwantandneedand other things that I’d never imagined I’d be able to have.

With Wren, it was possible.

With Wren, I felt…

Fuck, I couldn’t think about how I felt. I still didn’t know if this was real, but I knew in the moment, I couldn’tstop.

My thighs tightened where I straddled him, and I gave his wings a gentle tug, fingers applying pressure to the base of them in a perfect mirror of what he was doing to our cocks.

Wren gasped, writhing, his body twitching and his tip spurting a bit of precum that just made it feel even better when he thrust against me.

“More,” I whispered, greedy fingers stroking anywhere I could touch. His body moved like it was all one long nerve ending, hips thrusting in time with my fingers delving into his feathers. Wren cried out, shivering from the stimulation, and I rocked up to meet him.

I wanted more.

I wanted more than I deserved.

So I had to settle on what I had in front of me.

I took hold of his wings and applied pressure, then started to rock my body in earnest. I fucked into his hands and dragged myself back down, using my grip to get leverage. Wren wentwild. His body was a shaking, shivering mess. Everything about him, everything about us… it was almost too much.

It wasn’t enough.

I wanted more.

I used my grip on him to roll us over, so the pressure of his frame was on top of mine. It was where we’d started… but it was good.

Wren gave me the power, and all I wanted was for him to take me apart with it. I held on to his wings and wrapped one legaround him to draw him closer, dragging him so his lips hovered over mine.

Almost there.

An almost kiss.

“Make us come, Wren. Fuck… I need it.”

He’d told me to take what I needed.

I needed him togiveme this.

And Wren seemed more than happy to oblige.

He braced himself on his forearms and started rolling his hips in time with the way I stroked his back, raked my nails through his feathers. Every touch sent a tremor though his body, made his cock pulse as it slid along mine in a pantomime of fucking.

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