Ace of Hearts

54| the second big bang

A/N: mature scene ahead! Please proceed at your own discretion.

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    A guttural sound leaves my throat and tumbles into the night. Ace's hand clamps around my mouth at the last second, but he's too late to stall the sound. By now, anyone on this hotel's hall probably knows we're making love tonight. The creaking and groaning bed gives that much away.

I thought I had been sleepy, back at the banquet. I made Ace leave the banquet with me because of it... after his duties as the people's choice were over.

    I thought our night would end with the banquet, but an animal that runs on adrenaline and kisses has been awoken and unleashed in our little hotel room. I don't know which of us unleashed it first.

  I just can't help it. It's like I can't live without skin-on-skin contact with Ace, these days. Every single second...every moment... I crave his touch.

So of course the yawns and dark circles of this trip don't stop us from doing this one last act before bed.

I just imagine how good the sleep will be when Ace—

Whatever thought I was having leaves my mind instantly. Ace changes paces with me. His thrusts pound against my cervix. Before I can react, his large hands suddenly release my head, and he flips me over on the mattress.

I feel his skin against mine, hot. He pushes his hands against the small of my back, forcing it to arch.

I cry out (in a good way) when I feel him behind me. I feel so full. And I feel so close to him. So connected to him. I feel that I am learning his body and he is learning mine.

"I love you, Bryn."

His suddenly slow thrusts from behind causes me to whimper into the darkness. I wonder what makes the paces so different— each one he chooses, always to illicit the perfect response from me.

"I love you. And I love doing this with you." His fingers dig into the flesh at my hip. I love those fingers.

My fists ball up the covers beneath my hands. I wish I could see his face right now.

"You feel so good," his voice is a low rasp from behind me. I wish he would turn me back around. Still, I tighten at the sound of his voice.

"Faster." Is my only reply. It's all I can muster. And I grip the bedsheets when he responds by coming-to-life and bucking against me.

"Perfect. Perfect." I tremble, letting waves of stimulation threaten to drown me with every pounding. Yes. Keep doing that. Whatever it is...

I feel our skin slapping with each movement. I could melt. I will melt. A cluster of moans leave my lips, Ace notices immediately.

"You like it rough?" His voice sounds like it rips his throat on the way out. I can't tell if he's teasing me, or if he's surprised, or both.

"Yes." I squeeze my eyes shut, still unaccustomed to the pressure between my hips. His hands tangle in my hair.

"Oh, Brynnie," he whispers to himself, "oh my f*cking gosh."

I grit my teeth, pleasure tearing through my limbs as he starts to pump shallow pumps.

"Ace!" I squeal in agony . He pulls out immediately and flips me onto my back as I tremble.

He plunges into me again, just in time to feel me shattering around him.

I can see the perspiration coating his bare abs through my slitted eyes. Once or twice more he thrusts, before smashing his mouth against mine and letting the condom secure him the chance at a few extended seconds before needing to pull out.