smirk tugs at his lips as his greedy gaze takes his fill of me. My skin jumps as he touches my hip. He glides up, all the way to palm the curve of my breast. His thumb smooths over my nipple, and it buds for him like before.
A frenzy suddenly takes over Gage’s movements. He tears off his shirt, buttons pinging on the wooden floor. I yank that tie off his neck, and then I grab his cock, squeezing him hard enough to make him groan.
“Olivia.”
My drunken fingers somehow manage to help him with his shirt, and a shiver runs up my spine at the sound of it falling off his shoulders, finally discarding the last of this cleaned-up version of Gage. He’s even more beautiful than I imagined. He is slabs and slabs of muscle, built from hard labor like a real man should be. My touch tiptoes up his chest.
“I want you again.”
In a flash of limbs, he lifts me into the air and I clasp his neck. He stumbles a little, laughing. Still drunk as fuck.
We enter his bedroom, which is dark, but the light from the hallway casts Gage in an almost superhuman glow. He deposits me on the bed and stands in front of me, looking like a cruel, beautiful god with the shadows darkening his face. They shift and ride like waves over his rippling muscles. Then he kneels.
The warmth of his hands spread over my thighs. He curves around my knees and tugs me forward until my legs are hooked over his shoulders.
Oh my God. Is he going to—
The hot blast of his breath billows over my pussy and then there’s a wetness stroking a part of me that’s been untouched for so long. It’s overwhelming. On my elbows, I look at him. He’s going to lick me.
Just like he said he would.
All thought ceases to exist the moment his lips touch me. I feel myself falling, as though the bed suddenly disappeared. Only Gage’s tight fingers spreading my thighs, keep me from losing my shit completely. He reaches all the way back with his glorious tongue, sliding in between my folds and curving inside me. Liquid heat surrounds my pussy as he closes his mouth, sucking gently at first and then fucking me. With his tongue.
I launch forward, burying my fingers in his hair as my stomach trembles. “Gage—fuck—This is too much. It’s too much!”
He pulls back so I feel his words blowing over me. “It’s not nearly enough. Be a good wife and let your man have his fill of pussy.”
“Oh God!”
His tongue and lips devour me again as the sloppy sounds of Gage’s mouth fill his bedroom. The fucking tongue. Lips. Heat. Wet. All thought vanishes once again as though Gage fucking me with his mouth is too much sensation for my brain to handle. One by one, levers switch down in my brain. There’s only room for the man touching me, fucking me, kissing me. He puckers his lips to kiss my clit, jarring my senses.
I scream to the ceiling, legs tightening around his face. Then his hands glide down my thighs, and I’m granted a brief reprieve before he slides into me. Too small to be as filling as a cock. Instead of relief, I’m agonized. He anchors, curving his fingers as his tongue and mouth work my clit. He draws hard, pressing down as he pumps hard. And then he hums with that sensitive part of me between his lips.
The room echoes with another strangled yell as I feel myself shoved closer to the precipice. An aching need to be filled consumes me. I dig my heels into his back, but he doesn’t stop. I don’t want him to stop.
My orgasm clutches me like a fist around my heart that releases suddenly. I feel my pussy clenching over his fingers, which don’t stop pounding me. His mouth—still sucking hard. The temporary relief is swallowed by another desire. The need to be fucked. Now.
“Gage, please.”
He chuckles against my throbbing lips. “I knew you’d beg for me.”
I don’t know what to tell him to get him to mount me like I desperately want. Another worthless whine leaves my lips. “Gage.”
But he’s still smirking. “I fucked you in the shower, didn’t I?”
“We were both too drunk.”
He kisses the throbbing between my legs, and then starts to move away from me.
“For the love of God, fuck me!”
The calm on his face snaps as he stands, my feet on his shoulders. The