Page 49 of Adrift

I want him to take charge of this moment, so I let go of his wrist and rest my palms on my thighs instead, staying obediently still.

He pulls one finger out, already pushing the next between my lips. I’m eagerly sucking and licking him clean, preparing for the next and the next…

When I’ve finally licked all his fingers clean, I pause to wait. I’m half-expecting him to shove two or three fingers back in my mouth and tell me that I’m going to be a good little slut for him…

But he’s not saying anything yet.

God, I hope he liked that as much as I did, or this is gonna be awkward.

I peek through my lashes, opening my eyes slowly to look up at him, my hands still on my thighs.

Oh, fuck. Gage’s cheeks are flushed ruddy red. There’s a rough catch in the back of his throat with every heavy breath, and his eyes are even more intensely focused than they were a minute ago.

I flick my eyes down his body, right to the bulge that’s newly formed in his jeans, and then back up to his face.

He did like it, then.

“Come here,” Gage tells me.

Fuck. Thatvoice. I’ve been dreaming of him talking to me like that, in a soft, possessive growl…

I moan, practically flinging myself onto Gage as he shifts his weight to lie back on the picnic blanket. He catches me by the hips, holding me upright as I sway, straddling his muscled thighs.

“Good. Now, stay right here.”

I start to nod, but then there’s a broad, warm palm running up each of my sides, and I can’t help myself.

“Ah…!” I whimper, digging my knees into the ground and grabbing the picnic blanket on either side of his head.

It’s almost too much, having so much new touch all at once.

Gage slowly grins. “You like that, hm?” he purrs gently.

I swallow hard and nod jerkily, focused on his touch more than anything else.

His hands reach my shoulders and run back down my front. Over my chest and belly to my waistband. Back up to caress my collarbone with his thumb… around to touch my back at the same time, exploring my shoulder blades and running his other thumb down my spine…

I’m losing track of where exactly he’s touching me. Everywhere he’s touched me is burning up with need. I’m alight and alive like never before, lost in the swell of this incredible, unstoppable wave.

I’m squirming, moaning, desperate… and hard as hell.

My cock is straining against the tight confines of my shorts. I know he sees it, like everything. That’s why he’s taking his time, to make sure he does.

“You’re so sensitive,” Gage whispers over the breeze through the trees and the throbbing surges of waves against the beach.

I swallow hard and close my eyes as I shiver under his hands.

Somehow, it feels like he’s talking more than just my body. I can’t disappear into my pleasure… or hide behind it. Instead, it’s forcing me—the deepest parts of me—front and centre.

As Gage unbuttons my silky pink shirt, my heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest and fall right into his hands.

“Yeah,” I whisper at last. And when I’m already trembling, it’s somehow a little easier to push myself a little further. “I talk a big game, but yes.”

Gage pauses for a second, and then he resumes sliding free one button at a time. “It’s okay,” he whispers as I raise my arms to let him pull my shirt off. “I see you. The real you behind the sunshine. And I love it.”

My eyes fly open as I replay that last word in my head. He might as well be saying he loves me, but surely that’s ridiculous. I’ve only just begun showing him the real me.

I think he sees more than I know. A lot more than I know.

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