“Gage!”
He pulls my nipple back into his mouth as hisfingers drive me to the point of insanity. I grab a fistful of hishair, keeping his head at my breast while I grind on his fingers.I’m already so close. He alternates between my lips and my clit,expertly pleasuring me. My thighs tremble as I feel my orgasmapproaching.
“Whose pussy is this?” He growls.
“Yours!”
“Again.”
“Yours. This pussy belongs to GageHunter!”
“Fucking right.”
He works my clit faster as he covers my lips.I suck on his tongue and drag my nails across his back. He moansand pinches my nipple. Then, holy fucking hell, a finger slidesinside me. I clench around it.
“Fuck, Raven.”
He kisses his way down my neck and back to mybreast, pulling my nipple between his lips. His finger moves in andout while his thumb presses on my clit. Pleasure grips my body in achokehold.
“Gage…”
“So fuckin’ tight, babe. Can’t wait to get mydick inside you.”
Yes! That’s exactly what I want!“Please…”
“Not yet.”
I groan in frustration and he begins to workmy clit with his thumb. His tongue circles my nipple while his freehand massages my other breast. My muscles begin to clenchinvoluntarily and I brace myself. My orgasm rocks my entire body. Iconvulse like an epileptic, digging my nails into his skin. This islife-changing shit right here – pleasure of untold proportions. Mybody will never be the same.
“Gage!”
He grunts and slows his fingers, letting meride it out. He buries his face in my neck and breathes deeply. I’mtrying to calm my breathing, but it doesn’t seem to be working. Hepicks me up and positions me on the bed then climbs in behind me. Ilie in his arms until sleep overtakes me.
***
I wake up with a hand on my breast. Thinkingit’s only fair, I reach down and stroke his dick. He groans andopens his eyes. After realizing where his hand is, he lays his headon my chest. I wrap my arm around him, and we just lay there for awhile.
“I must have a guardian angel somewhere ifthis is what I get to wake up to from now on.”
“I’m beginning to think that mouth of yoursis equally dirty and sweet.”
“Maybe eighty/twenty. Now, put on someclothes before I lose my fucking mind.”
“I need a shower.”
“You do that, and then I’ll take you out forbreakfast.”
“’Kay.”
After my shower, I return to the room to findtwo huge, gift-wrapped boxes and two smaller ones. He’s lying inthe bed, watching TV.
“What are those?” I ask.
“Um…gifts?”
“Are they for me?”
“It’s your birthday, isn’t it?”