We’re hardly through the front door before he’s on me.

I don’t even have the chance to catch my breath. He pins me to the closed door with his body before crushing my mouth with his own. His tongue thrusts inside, sweeping around my lips and sliding against my tongue, and I have no choice, but to clutch his shoulders to keep from hitting the floor.

Sounds I’ve never heard coming from me or coming from anybody are coming from me right now, from deep inside my throat as he kisses away every bit of reason left in my brain. His hands slide down my sides, gliding over the satin. It’s his turn to groan, fingers tightening on my hips before he pulls them to him to grind against me.

I wrap my leg around his thigh, the dress sliding up to my hip, and he explores my skin with such a skillful touch it makes my knees shake. His deep grunt, much of the sound lost in my mouth as we kiss, tells me what the feel of my body does to him.

And that only pushes me higher, makes me more desperate to feel him, taste him. I work the suit jacket over his arms, letting my hands take in the bulge of his muscles through the thin dress shirt, before winding his tie around my hand and pulling him in for another deep, long kiss.

“Mmm…” he groans, pulling back, a slight smile touching the corners of his lips.

“I love a man in a tie,” I groan. “I’ve been wanting to grab you by the tie since the moment I first saw you tonight.”

“I’ll have to keep that in mind for later,” he promises before lowering his head to run his tongue over my throat. I close my eyes, as sensation takes over rational thought once again. I just want to feel. I want to go as far as he’s willing to take me.

His hair is so thick. I run my fingers through it, sighing, whimpering encouragement as his hands find my breasts and squeeze before opening the dress, freeing them.

“Oh, God!” I cry out, arching my back when his tongue swirls in a hot, wet circle around my nipple before teasing it into a tight point. He does the same with the other, almost growling possessively like a male animal fighting over a female, and oh, my God, I melt inside. He’s as into this as I am.

It’s enough to drive me insane.

When he cups my butt with both hands and lifts, I hop up and wrap my legs around his waist. I allow him to carry me to the darkened bedroom. We fall onto the bed.

I wriggle under him liking the feeling of being able to relax against the bed and feel the weight of his body as he settles over me, and love being able to focus on the way he feels on top of me, the way his muscles flex under my hands while he continues his slow, wet exploration of everything he can get his hands, or mouth on. He working the dress up around my waist.

“What’s this?” he asks looking at my thong.

“Do you like it?”

He bends his head and licks my navel. “Yeah, I like it.”

I gasp.

“Do you rub fresh fruit on your skin or something?” he asks.

I still. “No, why?”

“Because you taste fucking incredible,” he breathes. “Even better than I remember. We should’ve stayed here tonight. I could have eaten you all night.”

I bite my lip so the smartass comment which I know would only come out sounding awkward doesn’t get out, but when his tongue sweeps along the inside of my thigh, my hips leave the bed and a guttural cry leaves my lips. He chuckles, taking the opportunity to hook his fingers around the waistband of my thong and work it down over my thighs.

I raise my legs, allowing him to remove my underwear. He parts my thighs, settling between them with a wicked smile. “Your pussy is so wet it’s driving me crazy,” he growls before inhaling deeply of my scent, then burying his face between my legs.

I’m gone.

There’s nothing left of me but a writhing, screaming, begging animal. I never felt comfortable being loud before. I never really had a reason to, either. There’s freedom in letting loose, letting him know how good he makes me feel so he’ll keep making me feel good because yes, yes. As long as this never ends. Yes, I want more.

He holds my thighs steady before flicking the tip of his tongue over the tip of my clit and I lose it completely, riding his face as I come with a shuddering, broken cry. But he doesn’t stop. I can’t take any more. He’s going to kill me, doesn’t he know he’s going to kill me if he doesn’t stop?

But I don’t die, and the pulsing spasms don’t end. They go on and on, spreading through me, setting off explosions behind my closed eyelids. When will it end? I don’t know. I don’t know if I want it to. It keeps going, rolling through me, and my voice eventually cracks and breaks from the strain as my body stops arching and finally falls back against the mattress in an exhausted heap and Ace comes up for air.

“My God,” he groans, as though he’s the one whose entire body just shattered from the inside out. “You have no idea how sexy you look when you come.”

“Really?” I mumble, my brain still mush.

“So… fucking… hot…” He punctuates each word with a kiss to my inner thighs, then raises himself up on his knees and unbuttons his shirt. “Lose the dress.”

I do as I’m told, even though my hands are a little shaky and I’m still halfway to the moon. He has no idea what he just did to me feels like, obviously, or he’d not be in such a hurry.

His cock springs free as he lowers his pants and shorts, and he unrolls a condom before sliding into me without a word. I’m still coming down from the longest, biggest orgasm of my life, so the first thrust is yet another explosion of pure sensation.

He doesn’t take his time, and I don’t want him to. I want him to ride me, to let loose everything he’s been holding back all night. There’s something primitive in his thrusts, in the way he grunts every time he sinks himself deep into my pussy. I let the animal in me meet the animal in him, raking my nails down his rippling back and smiling when he hisses in pain and pleasure, all mixed up together.

He must like it, because his thrusts speed up and his breathing becomes harder, more ragged, his rhythm already getting lost in the frenzy of his passion. All I can do is hold on, my muscles tightening around him as we both approach the edge.

“That’s right… come for me again…” He looks down at me, grinding now, teeth gritted. “Come for me, Dawn.”

If I wasn’t going to before, I’m about to now. I start to feel that familiar pressure in my core, the tightening that signals something big is about to happen. I go with it, working my hips to thrust against him as he thrusts into me. Our bodies crash together, harder and faster, our eyes locked as we push each other the edge and beyond.

Just before I close my eyes, I see him throw back his head. His victorious cry mingles with mine. Mixed in with my pleasure, not to mention the smell and feel and taste of him as he collapses on top of me, is knowing that we came through from the other side together.

Our groans quiet to heavy breathing, which finally quiets to nothing more than the occasional sigh before he rolls over, onto his back. “You bring out something in me,” he whispers, his voice touching something deep inside me.

I turn my head to the side to look at him. God, he’s beautiful. In the dim street light coming through the half-drawn blinds, his body is perfection. I can make out every line, every plane, every muscle standing out against his taut skin. “I know what you mean,” I breathe.

“That wasn’t the long, slow session I wanted to give you tonight,” he laments. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t stop myself.”

“Do you honestly think you have anything to apologize for, after what you just did to me?” I ask tiredly. The session took every last ounce of energy out of me. I can barely keep my eyes open anymore.

“I spent the entire night imagining your body under that dress… getting the chance to finally touch and taste you was too much to resist. I guess you bring out the greedy little boy in me.”

There was nothing boyish about what he did to me, and nothing like what any other man has ever done.  I doubt he’s even capable of a mediocre performance.

“Happy New Year,” he says with a soft chuckles. He pulls my body close to his before wrapping me up in his strong arms.

“I can’t wait to see what the rest of it has in store,” I murmur, already half-asleep as my eyes slide shut.