Page 28 of Shattered Hearts

“Please.”

“Finish getting undressed.”

I scramble off the bed and peel my jeggings from my legs. I’m wearing socks today, and they go, too. He catches my eye as I’m standing in the middle of his bedroom in nothing but a swatch of hot pink satin panties.

“Jesus Christ.”

“Is that good?” I can tell it is, by the way his eyes smolder, but I like teasing him. It’s new to me, to use my sexuality as a humorous tool. I’ve never had a reason to enjoy my body. In the past, it was something someone else used to find pleasure in my pain.

“Any better, and I’ll have a seizure.”

He kicks off his jeans and briefs, and his cock springs free, the thick, wide head grazing his abs. Gage watches me for any hesitation, but I feel none. My body was made to do this, and he won’t hurt me.

Kneeling at my feet, he hooks his fingers around the waistband of my panties and slides them down my legs. I lift my feet to step out of them, and he says, “Is this—”

“Gage.”

“Yeah.”

I didn’t think we’d be doing this today and I could have paid a little more attention to my bikini line in the shower this morning, but I still trimmed and I widen my legs just a little to show him my private area. I don’t know what to call that either. I don’t want to say pussy, but that’s what it is. Genitals sound gross, and God, either it’s going to sound too cold or too dirty. I’m not going to win.

He pushes my folds apart, exposing my clit. Tentatively, he licks, and I moan. I’ll come right here if he doesn’t stop, and I steady myself, gripping his shoulder.

“I love the way you taste. Like musk and honey, love and promises, and my future all rolled into one. I love you, Zarah.”

“Show me.”

He eases a finger inside me, sucking on my folds with languid strokes of his tongue. I want to be on the bed, under the covers, but I understand he’s priming me. The more excited I am, the hotter I am, thewetterI am, the easier it will be for him to enter me. I know, scientifically, how this works, but I need to have the patience to let him have control. I need to stop reciting the step-by-step and enjoy what he’s doing.

Lowering himself even farther between my legs, he pulls out his finger and laps at my sex, rimming the sides with the tip of his tongue. My legs tremble. “I can’t stand like this anymore.”

Gage kisses the inside of my thigh, and his scruff scratches at my skin. I tamp back another laugh. “Lie down then.”

He pushes the comforter to the middle of the bed, and I slip between his sheets. His body is scorching hot when he climbs in next to me, and immediately he cuddles me to him, his cock between us, thick and heavy, ready. “Will you touch me?” he asks, guiding my hand to his cock. The skin is smooth, and the tip is already wet, the veins pulsing. I stroke him from base to tip, over and over, and he kisses me, our teeth gnashing together until he adjusts the tilt of his head. He takes over completely, widening my legs, opening me to slide two fingers inside me.

“Relax, baby. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

I didn’t realize my thighs had tensed up, and I loosen them, letting my legs fall open. I feel exposed, even under the sheet, but I have to lie this way so he can fit. He presses his thumb against my clit and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.

“I’m going to come,” I gasp, rocking against his hand.

“Yeah, I want you to come first. Let go, Zarah. I’ll be here to catch you.”

I wrap my hand around him and pump, but he yanks his hips away. “I said I wantyouto come, not me.”

“Oh,” I say, embarrassed. I hate doing the wrong thing.

“If you want me to make love to you, you have to stop or I’ll come and I won’t be hard anymore.”

“Yes, please.”

He doesn’t say anything else, and I lose myself in the strokes of his fingers inside me and his thumb circling my clit. When he licks at my nipples, my blood fizzes, and I press his head against my breast. “Bite me, just a little.”

I rock, looking for release against his hand. Forcefully, but not too hard, he glides his fingers in and out, grazing a spot inside me that electrifies every inch of my skin. He bites my nipple again, and I come, pleasure traveling through my entire body. My muscles quiver as he teases out the last of my orgasm and I finally quiet, letting the mattress absorb my full weight in satisfaction.

I open my eyes, and he’s staring at me, his fingers still inside me. “You like that?”

Huffing out a laugh, I scrub the whiskers along his jaw. “You know I did.”

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