that’s ever happened to either one of us. Don’t hold back from me. Give me everything.”
“Okay.”
His eyes are deep and dark with his need. “I’m going to have to find out how wet you are for me now, baby. I can’t fucking take this anymore.”
He peels the comforter from around me and sees that I’m dressed in my yoga outfit. There’s not much to it, just a pair of tight little shorts and a fitted bralette.
I hear a strangled-sounding sigh that’s almost a groan. He’s staring at my clothes, or lack thereof.
I look down at myself. “What?”
“You’re wearing your yoga outfit.”
“Yes. And?”
“I’m going to come around twelve times before I calm down, honey. I’m so fucking hot for you, you’re just going to have to get used to me losing my goddamn mind every five seconds.”
Gage lifts me up and carries me to my bed.
He lays me back and kisses me again, more deeply this time, holding himself over me. There’s a blend of contradictions about him. The over-confident swagger that’s wild and almost dazed with desire. The big, wide-shouldered, perfectly proportioned physique that’s, despite all his fierce strength, somehow completely at my mercy. His dark hair with its gold effects from the dawn light is messed up from his obsession. For me. And I suddenly feel a transformation take hold. The Gage effect, I’m calling it. I trust him. And I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything, more than safety or assurances.
I’m shamelessly wet for him. My panties feel saturated. As he kisses me in a lush, slow frenzy, I suck on his tongue.
He groans. “I’m about to come already, baby.”
His hand holds my face, his thumb brushing against my lower lip as his tongue delves into me, probing and stroking against mine. The taste of him, like an alluring, exotic drug. His kisses are lewd and greedy as hell and I know this is how he’ll make love to me. Relentlessly, taking everything. He kisses me until I’m simmering with heat and weak with lust. Until I’ll give him absolutely anything he wants. He lays himself over me, letting me feel the hard textures of his desire, pressing his stunningly-rigid erection against my flushed, squirming body.
Gage kisses his way down my neck, biting gently, licking with his tongue. I know he’ll leave marks. He’s rough, I’m learning, but also tender. Those contradictions again, so I never know quite what to expect. He’s reading me. Every sigh, every quiver.
His thumb brushes over my nipple through the thin film of my bralette. He squeezes and tugs until I moan. Then he roughly pulls the fabric up, releasing my breasts, which feel full and warm and sensitive. He pulls the fabric up to my wrists, where he binds me, hooking the tightened tie to a curved wooden detail of the bedhead. My hands are tied.
His big, warm hands squeeze and cradle my breasts, nuzzling the coarse surface of his beard against my soft skin.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs.
His tongue flicks against the underside of my nipple, playing it lightly, and I arch up to him. His hungry mouth eases over the budded peak, sucking strongly, biting, twirling with his tongue. He feasts on my breasts, one then the other, like he’s drinking some kind of spiritual sustenance from my body. Each rough tug deepens the sweet ache in my nipples, shooting deep channels of warmth to my core. With each pull of his mouth, my clit throbs lightly. If he keeps doing this, I’ll come, just like this.
He’s impatient. He licks his way down my stomach lustily, licking and gripping me with his strong hands. I can feel the warmth of his heavy breath as he kisses my stomach. It’s ticklish and I giggle and squirm. He holds me down, doing exactly what he wants. His tongue dips into my belly button and I laugh and writhe in protest as a fresh wave of wetness coats my pussy. I can feel his smile against my skin.
He licks his way to the top edge of my shorts, grabbing it with his teeth, pulling my shorts lower. As he does this his fingers skim, finding the wet spot. “Damn, baby, you’re wet as fuck. You want me so bad, don’t you, sweet girl? You want my big cock to slide all the way inside and make you come hard, I know you do. Now let me see you. Let me taste nirvana before I lose my fucking mind.”
He yanks