Touching the Heart of Ace

I could not meet his eyes. Why was I like this? I... hated that the emotions inside could not settle on one and I was tired of them. If only I got a break!

My hands were shaking when I removed each one of his buttons. There were rips in his shirt that I did not notice before. Was he hurt?

??Are you hurt???

??Yes.??

I did not know that. Where? Was he bleeding?

??Where???

He took my hand and put it on his chest. ??Every second you are away from me, I hurt.??

He had no right to tell me that. He was never hurt. It was only me that suffered.

I dropped on my knees, unzipping his pants, getting him out of his clothes, including his boxers.

I ignored his need that sprang to my face, so did he.

I quickly got off his jacket and my own clothes from my body but his eyes never left my face. What was he searching for?

He again followed me obediently when I pulled him to the shower. He loved scalding hot shower but I did not. So, I adjusted to a slightly warmer shower than I personally loved.

I cleaned him thoroughly; from the back of his ears to the tip of his toes. There was an angry bruise on his thigh and his neck was slightly red. My fingers brushed his neck, afraid if it was hurting. He kissed my cheek while I was distracted by his minor injuries. But I still checked for every nook and cranny of his muscled body for any other evidence of his bad temper.

??Don??t lose your temper like that.??

He did not answer, still staring at my face, searching for something.

I was surprised when he did not fuss when I moisturized his body; he was normally more calm and quiet at a dentist and that was telling something. But he stopped me and turned his face away from my hand when I went for his face. His obedience could stretch only that far. I thought fondly.

He watched me in fascination as I did my night care regimen.

I huffed when I noticed I had no clothes that would fit him. I gently wrapped him a bath robe that only came to mid of his thighs.

I was loving the way I could pull Robbie anywhere I wanted to go.

A big giant following a twig.

His hands tightened when I tried to pull away after seating him on a love seat. ??Let me get the first-aid.?? He followed me like a lost puppy, not listening to me.

What did he think I would do? Run away in this Kimono night wear? Silly baby!

He pulled me to his lap before I could sit next to him. I remembered the first time I sat on his lap. I was worried sick that day, squirming in tight hold, begging him to let me go. He didn??t. He said he would not do anything, I just had to sit still. There was everyone around and his hands were squeezing me painfully hard. I remembered how scared I was; someone would come in and would see us.

I felt a kiss on my forehead.

He had kissed me like this then too, after using every inch of my body for pleasure. He had lied when he promised that he would stop after one quick nibble. He did not; then when my body and mind fell apart in his arms, he said I was beautiful, incredible and was an Angel, his Angel.

Now, here I was, sitting on his uninjured thigh like I belonged there.

I turned my face away and his lips fell on my cheek. I pushed the tail of the robe to reveal the angry purple bruise. I gently applied the medicated ointment and ignored the slight hitch in his breath. Was it as painful as it looked like? I wanted to drop a kiss on it but he was not mine to kiss the way I wanted to.

The neck was not that bad to need ointment, but I prodded until I was sure. His knuckles suffered the most, with cuts, they looked painful. I was surprised to notice his left hand was also wounded. He was a good fighter. He was right handed and to use the left hand just as easily was because he was amazing.

I applied Band-Aids after cleaning them with rubbing alcohol. I blew air on them to take the sting away. He was touched and I neglected the tug his eyes brought me.

I was having a whirlwind of emotions in my heart which had spread to my stomach and they decided to settle on my most intimate parts of my body.

??Angel...?? He whispered leaning closer to my face.

I jumped up before he could though. I was not the same, I was on the edge, I was yearning and I had to stop before I felt the touches in my heart.

??I will make you a smoothie.??

He needed a smoothie or he would have a hangover the next morning. Hungover Robbie was a Grumpy Robbie. Then he would not let me leave his bed and I had classes.

Robbie was magnificent. With his tight muscular thighs that could hold my whole weight, his veiny thick arms coiled around my waist, his sharp canines on my nipples and his ...

I had to stop before I...

I pressed my pelvis to the counter hard to control the rising urge away. My hunger for him was steadily increasing. I could feel the changes in my body; the slight seductive gestures that was slipping past my control.

rustling through

palmed myself. God!

I was going to lose it

milky, juice inside Robbie

I feeling this

just behind me, if I took a small step back, I could feel his body heat. God! I wanted to roll

to his hands when

do not make

smoothie; his neck working its way up and down. I tried my best not to stare but fuck, that man was my

licked his lips

??Ace.??

I gulped. ??Yes???

??Show me.??

??Huh???

show me your

him away and turned

pain on my neck, yearned

slipped inside my briefs cupping me.

shaking his hands to my utter

saw

??Sto...p.??

who is touching you??? I was losing it,

You.. You... You fucking

that cute butt. Fuck, like that. Are you loving it Angel? Feels good

into my mouth and I bit them before

Wider,

??Watch again, baby.??

??Oh baby... ohh??

my thigh in his elbow and spread

want to take my fingers away, but then I think my dick would be jealous. After all

??Yes, yes... yes...??

??Yes what???

??Robbie please...??

harder. ??What were you

I was thrashing the pleasure; the

fingers away and slapped right on the

your dick, bastard. He feels so empty without

head falling backwards, not caring how slutty, how needy I presented

his fingers

hardness

his fingers

??Robbiee...??

God. Call my

??Yeah???

??Yes, Angel, please please.??

??Mmmm... Robbie...??

love to drive me crazy, don??t you? You

show me.?? I pressed his head down.

different, I was not reaching an orgasm and I was reaching

head but then I stopped, but I was not okay... I wanted more but

??I... I... ??

on my waist

what...Don??t...

shoulders his mouth still firmly pressed on

Oh my fucking shit!

the hell was

ripping his mouth away with a pop repeating it until I was crazy. Kissing

to a softness. He took me to

??Oh dear God.??

me.... In

??Oh shit, baby.??

??Fuck me!!! In. In.??

heard drawers closing and

own fingers inside because the wait