Page 41 of In the Light of Day

His breathing is heavy and for a second I'm worried he didn't hear me until his fingers dig into my ass, pulling my pussy harder against him.

“I can give you my fingers tonight, love. I don't want our first time to be because of what happened at the dinner. I want our first time to be for us and us alone.”

I can tell how hard he’s controlling himself as he says the words that only make me love and respect him more. Although a part of me is disappointed, I understand where he’s coming from and ultimately I agree.

“Come shower with me,” I whisper into his mouth, nervous excitement filling me over what's about to happen. Tonight, Ace's fingers will be inside me and I'm dripping at the thought.

He carries us into the bathroom, placing me on the edge of the vanity as he turns the shower on so it will be warm by the time he undresses. I motion for him to come back to me as he loosens his tie. I’m so incredibly turned on by the fact that I’m all but naked. The evidence of my arousal he can no doubt see as I open my legs, pulling him to stand between them by the length of his tie. Reaching up, I take over undressing him. Slowly sliding the tie from around his neck. Pushing each shoulder of his jacket back as he shakes it loose from his arms. The soft thud of it falling unceremoniously to the floor. I slowly undo each button of his shirt, leaving a kiss after each one until I pull it free from where it's tucked into his waistband. Rearing back, a laugh bursts out as I find, not one but three pen knives attached to the holster strapped to his waist.

“Three, Ace! How did I not feel them when we were dancing,” I say chuckling.

“Technically I had five. These three were a last resort,” he says, smiling down at me.

“Five! Where were the other two?”

“One in my breast pocket and the other in my pants pocket. In my defence they are fairly unassuming,” he says, shrugging his shoulders.

“Except for the person who questions why you have fivepenson you,” I mumble, shaking my head.

Quickly stripping off the rest of his suit and shoes, he nestles himself in between my legs again, wearing only his boxer briefs and a tentative look in his eyes.

“You sure?” He questions.

Stretching up, our lips almost touching, I look at him through my lashes, “I'm positive. Make me come all over your fingers, Ace.”

His mouth smashes against mine and within seconds I'm lost in him again. His fingers skim the edge of my hips, dipping inside the waistband of my panties.

“Lift your hips for me, love.”

I push down on the vanity, raising my hips as he slowly pulls my panties down my thighs and legs. His eyes burning with lust as he sees my glistening pussy. Pulling me forward, his hands grab my ass as he lifts me, carrying me into the open shower. The warm water rolls over us, keeping me warm as he leans my back against the shower wall and I cry out from the sudden coldness. The shock of hot to cold only heightening my senses.

I want to feel him.

Trying to reach down to stroke him. I want to see how hard I make his cock but I'm met with the soaked fabric of his boxer briefs.

“This is about you, darlin'. My giant, mega, monster cock is locked away for the night,” he chuckles. A snort escapes me as I look at his grin and how proud he is of his description.

Giving him my best doe eyes and theatrical pout, I whine, “But what if it doesn't fit?”

“It’ll fit darlin'. I promise that when you're ready, that sweet pussy of yours will welcome me in.”

His eyes burn with desire as he says each word, his hold on my body tightening as we both think of what that will look like. Thoughts flood my mind of his large, chiselled body covering mine, pushing inch after inch of his cock into me and I clench around nothingness, my pussy desperate to be filled. This need to have him inside me is so instinctual my hips rock against him seeking something to relieve the rapidly building ache. Never in a million years did I think he could talk dirty like that. That the man who rescues children and held my Ma’s yarn while she knitted would have such a filthy mouth.

With one hand propped under my ass, he kneads my flesh, his body holding me against the shower wall as his fingers waste no time in finding my clit. A guttural moan escapes me as I tilt my head back. Waves of contentment rolling over me.

“More,” I moan.

Pushing his hand down further, I can feel his fingers at my entrance. We lock eyes and time stands still as he waits. The gentle nod of my head is all the permission he needs before pushing two thick fingers inside me, slowly pumping them in and out of my wet pussy. This is a feeling I'm not familiar with. I've only had cruel pain and harshness during times of apparent intimacy, but this is what love feels like. What lust, want and need, feels like, and my whole body starts to come to life with small electric shocks growing stronger, as he continues to work his fingers in and out. I’m so wet I can hear the vehement sounds of his fingers driving into me over the noise of the shower. I've made myself come before but it's been nothing like this. The connection between us only heightened by every touch of his hands, every kiss of his lips. I can feel his hard cock against my thigh and I vow to repay the pleasure he’s giving me. Crying out, he moves his thumb to my clit, the pressure growing deeper with each stroke until suddenly it all becomes too much and I explode. My orgasm rocks through me with such force I can't help but dig my nails into his shoulders as I hold on for dear life. His fingers continuing to slowly massage inside me until I'm squirming over how sensitive I've become. Easing them out, he brings them between our faces and licks them clean, groaning from my taste with each suck. I don't try to stop him this time. Any embarrassment I was feeling has now been overtaken by a weird fascination over how erotic it is to watch him taste me like this.

“Thank you for giving me that, baby. It was an honour,” he says as he lowers me to the ground, my shaking legs barely holding me upright. Lathering his hands with soap, he starts to clean my body and I end up leaning against him for the majority of the shower. His calloused palms feel like heaven against my skin and I'm almost lulled to sleep from the warmth of the water, not to mention the earth shattering orgasm. I barely notice when the water is turned off and he continues to support me as he tenderly dries my body, conducting a final inspection of any marks caused from earlier in the evening. There is one final task keeping me awake though and as much as I want to escape into a blissful sleep, I need to at least try and get a hold of my sister. Try to explain whatI thinkhappened and hope that she doesn't give up on me like everyone else did.

Chapter 33 - Nova

Taking a deep breath, I let the phone ring. Calling Lizzy to apologise,andpossibly grovel for ruining her big night. I've been so nervous to make this call that I've brushed my teeth three separate times after eating the pizza Ace had delivered to our room on the drive back. I really need to take him out or make him dinner when we get home. He’s always one step ahead of me, anticipating my every need, especially with food.

The ringing echoes over the speaker and each second feels like I'm another step closer to losing my sister. The last person in my family I will ever choose to have contact with. Squirming in Ace’s hold, he won't let me go after he cottoned on to what I was doing, so now we’re sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard with my back against his chest. His arm is around my waist and his legs rest over mine in some stupid martial arts hold he knows. I've already whined that it's not fair for him to use his macho know-how on me but he just laughed and kissed my cheek before ringing the number. So now we sit here, Ace, with a front-row seat to the last part of my past severing their connection with me.

I'm about to tell him to turn it off when the phone connects and a rustling sound can be heard. A very panicked Lizzy crying over the line.

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