The Heart Of Ace

Chapter 52

I sent him a raspberry smiley.

Want another pic?

           Stop it, perv, I am studying.

I giggled, my Robbie was in Spain, doing what businessmen do.

So, talking? Who knew?

He loved me. Like the way I loved him.

I could feel it in my bones.

He came to Boston every month and that was only because I chewed him out for suggesting every week.

He was flourishing as a businessman. He would not concentrate if he was with me. He would be naughty all the time.

Robbie loved to play with my body. No... not the kinky kind.

He would squish me to his chest, and press ridiculous amount of kisses all over me.

Then his fingertips would gently trail a path while his eyes wide with wonder, love and care.

Gently prodding, circling my most intimate places, writing Angel, baby, mine all over my chest, butt, thighs everywhere he could reach with his index finger.

His arms coiled across my back gripping me closer, afraid if he blinked I would disappear.

He would not let me go even after the beast in him was sated and asleep. There was no better place in this whole world than his arms to feel safe.

I had to beg him several times before he allowed me to get dressed.

His eyes remained the same, filled with wonder and love. Then he would drag me to his lap and take a deep breath like he had stopped breathing when I was away from his arms for those few minutes.

We were morphing.

There was something deep in the way we were behaving.

That one time I was getting thoroughly loved by him.

He could not video call me for three days due to bad reception and he was stressed due to some associates not doing their homework.

We were missing each other madly. Needing love, comfort, safety and bliss.

Robbie was feral.

My whole body was tight from the immense pleasure, my eyebrows were drawn together, my head rolling on the pillow because my brain was short wired...

My neck muscles stretched away from him and taut, seeming I wanted to get away from him.

More than once had I felt that Robbie actually got off on how I responded to him than the feeling on his stick moving rapidly in and out of me.

I was biting my lips while mewling knowing very well that it drove my Robbie crazier, but I could not help it.

I wanted to see him, had not seen his beautiful eyes in long, so I fought myself and opened my eyes to watch his gorgeous grey eyes and he... hypnotised me.

The pleasure vanished, along with the pain...just him.

I could not feel or see anything except him!

But he was under my spell too, because he stopped moving all together.

Stopped mid stroke.

His eyes locked onto mine and we just...just...did nothing except stare at each other.

He was searching for answers in me. And I was far too gone in him.

The love I had for him intensified to a point where he was the only person I remembered.