GAGE
“Baby, you feel so damn good.”
Rory’s lips part as a low moan slips out. Her fingers dig into my biceps, nails digging in just enough to bring a bite of pain amid the waves of pleasure.
Her head tips back, exposing the slender column of her neck. I bring my mouth to that sensitive spot just below her jaw, sucking gently at her satiny skin.
“Gage.” Her nails dig even deeper. Arching her back, her breasts press against my chest, soft and plump and tantalizing.
I reach between us, palming her breast and flicking my thumb across her taut nipple. As Rory moans again, I pinch it lightly, knowing that, like me, she likes the contradiction of pain and ecstasy.
Her legs tighten around my waist, holding me to her.
I didn’t think it was possible to get even harder than I am already, my need to finish a throbbing, insistent pressure. Every thrust home is agonizing in the best possible way, as Rory’s inner muscles clutch at me and urge me to sink deeper.
It’s the most incredible chaos of sensation—my beautiful Rory hot and slick and tight around me, fitting my body like we’re meant for each other.
Like she was created just for me. And in turn, I for her.
Nipping at her neck one more time, I lift my head to gaze at the small pink mark left behind. Satisfaction warms my chest and sends a rush of heat downwards. Caveman-esque? Maybe. But I love it anyway.
I wouldn’t leave anything that couldn’t be covered with makeup, but in private, when we’re together, completely bared to each other, I love seeing the evidence of our love making. Just as I love seeing the tiny crescent-shaped marks left behind on my shoulders.
Her hand comes to my cheek, fingers brushing over my unshaven skin. It’s another incongruity. Soft against rough. Gentle while our bodies collide in a frenzy.
“Gage,” she breathes. “You feel so good, too.”
Emotion swells in my chest. It’s big. Intense. All-encompassing.
Taking my hand from her breast, I grab hold of Rory’s hip, changing the angle of her body so I can plunge even deeper. Then I draw back, so we’re barely connected; a delicious tease of what’s to come next.
Rory makes an unhappy sound and her eyes fly open, glazed with desire, the green nearly encompassed by black. Her brows pull together, etching tiny lines between them. “Gage. I’m soclose.”
“I know, baby.” It’s obvious from the flush across her cheeks and chest, the fluttering of her pulse in her neck, the desperation pulling at her delicate features. “I won’t make you wait.”
Then I sit back on my knees, pulling her body flush against mine. I lift her legs and drape them across my shoulders. Then I thrust home again, feeling her inner walls rippling around me.
Once we’re fully joined, I hold myself still, commanding my eager body to wait. To give me these moments to just appreciate this precious gift I’ve been given.
Rory. Splayed out on the bed, her breasts rising and falling with her rapid breath, tipped with rosy pink peaks that call for me to taste them. Her sultry gaze, dark with lust as she watches me. Her sweet belly, flat with a hint of softness, and that cute little tattoo on her hip that I now know represents the first dog she ever adopted.
And then her velvety skin wrapped around me, slick and flushed with excitement. Seeing myself inside her, how perfectly we match, how she’s willingly giving herself to me…
It’s perfect.
As I start moving again, I watch everything.
How Rory takes me, tilting her body to allow me more access.
My erection, appearing and disappearing as I pull out and thrust deep once again.
The spots of perspiration glistening on her chest. The tiny curls at her hairline growing damp. The flush on her cheeks deepening. The tendons in her neck going taut as her head falls back.
The look in Rory’s eyes as she looks at me.
Not just with hunger. Not just with anticipation. But something more. Something I still haven’t said though I know it in my heart.
I can feel her legs trembling, a sign she’s getting closer. Seconds more, and she’ll go rocketing off the edge, taking me along with her.