Blind Date(79)

"That's a great idea," Taylor says, perking up. "Every time you look for something on the internet, all you find are the horror stories, about death, and pain, and heartache. What about if there was a place you could find stories of encouragement, of survival, of miracles and second chances. We could even set it up so people could search stories similar to what they're going through."

"Yes!" I cry happily. "Like if they've been given bad news about cancer, and want to read how someone has overcome it."

"Or if they've been told they'll never walk again, or have a serious injury … " Taylor cries throwing her hands up. "It'll be a place where they can find positive experiences, things to help them get through."

"I think you girls are onto something," Ace says, looking at me with those eyes again.

The ones that say he adores me.

The ones that say he's proud of me.

My heart swells.

"We can add Raymond's story, and Miranda's, and even what happened with Jacob as a start. Then we can categorize it all, so people suffering with grief and pain can find stories of how it can get better, of how there is always a light at the end of the tunnel."

"It's perfect," I beam at her.

"It's more than perfect, it'll change the world. I'm going to get started, right now. I know some amazing website designers. Quickly, get my laptop."

I hand her the laptop, and I grab a pen and paper.

And we get to work on changing the world.

One step at a time.

* * *

"You're so fucking perfect," Ace murmurs, running his nose up the side of my neck until he meets my jaw. He kisses it softly, before tangling his fingers into my hair, turning my face to the side, and finding my lips.

My fingers glide up his arms, over his biceps, and settle on his shoulders. My legs wrap firmly around his hips, and I kiss him deep, loving how he tastes, loving how he feels, loving every single thing about him. I never thought I'd meet anyone after Raymond who could spark life in my soul, I never thought I'd feel it again, but I have. Ace is showing me that there are second chances, not just at life and recovery, but at love.

Ace is my second chance.

"More," I whimper when his tongue laps at mine, teasing me, taunting me.

"You want more?" he growls.

"Yes," I breathe.

He pulls his mouth from mine, sliding down my body until his face is between my legs. He nudges my knees apart, looking up at me with those hooded eyes, before dipping his head and capturing my clit with his mouth. I gasp and thrust upwards, heels digging into the comforter, as his mouth devours me with long, tantalizing licks and fast, powerful thrusts. 

"Ace," I cry out, fingers holding the blanket so hard they ache. "Oh God."

He works his tongue in fluid movements, building me right up to the edge, before sliding two fingers inside me. I explode, crying his name, thrashing around beneath him, my thighs capturing his head as he sucks every last shudder from my body. He pulls his mouth away and looks at me with hungry eyes. I want him as much as he wants me, possibly more.

"I need you," I order in a hoarse tone. "Right now."

He takes hold of my hips, and with one effortless move, launches me up and takes me with him as his back hits the bed and my body comes over his. My knees straddle him, my hands land on his chest, and I look into those incredible eyes, wanting this possibly more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.

"Fuck me, slow," he growls, lifting my hips and reaching between us, taking his cock in his hand and guiding it to my entrance.

I slowly lower myself down onto him, letting him fill me, letting him stretch me. A gasp leaves my lips and my head tips back as I sink onto him, my body exploding with pleasure as I start to rock, a slow motion of my hips that quickly turns into more frantic jerks. Ace growls, fingers digging into the flesh of my bottom, and I know it won't be long for me.

It feels so good.

My fingernails slide down his chest as I rock harder, faster, my breasts bouncing, my hair falling down my back, my mouth open and little pants leaving my throat. It builds quickly, starting as a slow burn from the inside before exploding out like a volcano. I scream out Ace's name as what is probably the best orgasm I've ever had rocks my body.

I nearly miss his growls of satisfaction as he thrusts his hips upwards to meet my rocking, as well as his ragged cry as his releases fill the room.

I fall forward, hands not strong enough to hold me up. My cheek presses against his slightly sweaty chest, and he immediately curls his fingers into my hair, tugging my head back gently so he can capture my mouth in another kiss. He tastes like me, and like sex, and like Ace. It's incredible. I nuzzle against him, slowing my breathing, loving the way his big body feels around mine.