closed.”
I hear the bottle set down beside me, feel his hands taking hold of my waist as his warm lips brush against and lick mine.
I go to kiss him back, but he pulls away too fast.
“Lift your arms.”
I do it.
Heart racing.
Eyes closed.
Other senses heightened.
The shirt disappears.
My bra gets unsnapped.
Slides right off.
Gets thrown.
Shirt, too, from the sound I just heard.
I’ve never had someone undress me for the very first time without my closely watching their reactions.
I have no visual idea what Gage is thinking, if he likes what he sees, or what he’s even up to.
A moment later, my boots are unzipped and tugged off, clattering in the distance on wood flooring. He must’ve chucked them hard, grey socks, too, because I couldn’t even hear those land.
He whispers, “Don’t you dare look,” as muscular arms encircle and bring me close, my naked breasts pressing into his shirt as he sets me down on the cool kitchen tile. It’s not completely smooth like linoleum. My toes touch a straight groove and it occurs to me these have the texture of sanded bricks.
Hands take hold of my waist, sliding in until he pops my jeans button open, unzipping oh-so-slowly until I’m oh-so-wet.
With eyelids shut by surrender, I hold my arms up, naked breasts rising.
Desire hisses through Gage’s teeth.
I want him so bad.
He tugs down my pink panties with my jeans, and there’s a quiet whoosh and a thump where they land on the floor somewhere.
Touch me, Gage.
I’m naked now.
Can’t see what you think.
But…
I’m feeling it.
All over.
He lifts me onto the counter.
Kisses my shoulder just once.
“Head back.”
Arching hardened nipples to the ceiling, my ribcage spreads, legs together, and I gasp as cold liquid rains onto warm flesh.
A hot licking sensation replaces intense shock with sensuality and I shiver, legs parting of their own free will. He drenches my breasts again, licks and licks and licks them, then comes back up to kiss me a while, our mouths in no hurry.
Time and again rough fingers glide over my slippery slopes and curves, his tongue following the fingertips like they’re showing it the way. He drinks me up until finally his hands go between my knees to open them wider.
“You’re holding your breath again.”
“Mmhmm.”
“I wanna make you breathe hard.”
I feel his fingers on my inner thighs, and shiver in suspense. A second later, Gage licks where I’m pulsing, one long lick before his fingers crawl in to separate my swelling folds.
I gasp at the cold drench of fresh beer poured onto my aching pussy. Gage’s tongue lazily cleans me off. Oh my…never ever, ever, have I been this aware of my clit before. I’m painfully awake to this sweet ache.
I cry out as I’m doused again, and grab Gage’s head as he laps at my pussy, forgetting my resistance to show him, moaning loudly, even whimpering. I want to cum so badly, and he’s torturing me. I start to rub on his tongue, can’t help it! It’s too good. My primal instincts are on me. There is nothing but his amazing tongue.
Gage slides it into my cave for the first time. I freeze, contraction just out of reach. It slides out and up to tickle my clit until a burst of pleasure weakens me.
He stops.
Rises up.
The bastard.
My orgasm teeters on ecstasy’s edge, pussy throbbing so bad that I whimper, “Fuck me!”
I hear his zipper, the sound of a condom wrapper, the soft fall of slacks while rubber is stretched wide. The thump thump thump of wrestling his boots off without the use of his hands as they grab my naked hips.
One releases me.
“Say please.”
Blind, I moan, “Please!” and sigh with relief as his cock’s smooth tip drags down and back up my swollen pussy. “Oh God yes, please!!!”
My arms lock around his neck as I find Gage’s mouth, without sight, kissing him while he enters me one quarter-inch at a time. “So tight.”
I argue, “So huge!”
His chuckle dies in his throat as I crash a hungry kiss into him. He deepens penetration a bit more at a time, stretching me slowly, filling me whole, until I’m pulsing so hard I climax around his shaft the instant he’s all the way in.
“Look at me.”
My eyelashes shyly flutter, and I search his crocodiles, confused because something is weird. I feel my heart tingling with a strange sensation. Like it’s…opening.
No.
It wasn’t closed.
Was it?
No. My heart was just fine.
It’s only that I’ve never…
I can’t think.
He’s staring at me.
So gorgeous.
These cheekbones.
They start to tick, Adam’s apple rising and falling as he