Chapter 21 #2
He grunts next to my ear, his hot breath playing over my neck through the strands of my hair.
His fingers continue kneading my nipple while his other hand traces the soaked, swollen folds of my sex.
I spread my legs further in a silent plea and he gives me what I want.
His finger circles my entrance before he slips it inside, up to the first knuckle.
I let out a harsh breath at the foreign sensation, but my hips wriggle backwards all on their own, grinding into him and bearing down.
“So eager,” he croons.
He tugs at my nipple, twisting hard, while his finger slips all the way inside me. He doesn’t give me time to get used to the sensations swirling through me before he withdraws and slams two fingers into me, filling me abruptly and deliciously.
Before I even know what’s happening, I’m coming.
The climax is sharp and hard, with talons that bite into my flesh.
I cry out and buck against Gage’s hand, the new fullness sending me into a downward spiral that twists and crashes over me.
He doesn’t release my nipple, but plucks and twists it harder, so that the sharp bite of pain mingles with the sharper edges of pleasure, mingling in a vortex that renders me useless and liquid.
I pant through it, riding out the waves until Gage slides his fingers away and brushes what nearly feels like an apology over my peaked nipple.
Gage falls away, his massive warmth never leaving me completely as he drops to his knees.
He grips my thighs firmly and then his mouth is on me, feasting on me from behind.
He licks at my dripping sex, his tongue swirling over me, collecting the droplets of my arousal like early morning dew.
He eats me sloppily and messily, but I can’t bring myself to be embarrassed at the noises, because it’s so fucking hot that my legs nearly collapse.
“Oh god, Gage…” I hear myself, but the voice sounds like it’s coming from somewhere else, off in the distance, while I float and swirl somewhere near the ceiling.
“What do you want?” he asks me darkly.
The fact that his breath tickles my overheated sex nearly sends me straight into another violent climax.
“You want this? You want me to make you come again, all over my tongue? Or do you want my cock?” His mouth never leaves me, but his hand sweeps up my ass.
I let out a groan when he spreads me and his finger swirls over my tight rosebud.
“One day I’ll take you here. With my mouth.
With my tongue. My fingers. My cock. I’ll take you in every way, in every inch of this house, because you’re mine. ”
I should react violently to his words, to the ownership and possessiveness in his tone.
I should hate it. I should fear it. It should set off every trigger that I have.
I wait. I wait to feel it. The chains binding around my heart.
The terror clogging up my throat. The cloying pressure that makes my heart stop and my head feel like it’s going to explode.
Nothing.
Nothing happens.
My heart beats fast, but it’s desire that swims through my veins, not disgust. It’s a heady, violent need that I feel, raw and exhilarating.
“If I’m yours,” I breathe, shocking the hell out of myself. “Then you are mine.”
“Makes sense, wife,” Gage pants.
He straightens, and the loss of his fingers and the warmth of his mouth are almost more than I can bear.
A second later, though, I feel him palm his cock and he guides himself back to my entrance.
He runs his cock through my swollen folds and I grind back into him, helpless to stop myself, completely out of control.
“Want to feel you,” he groans. “Want to go in bare. Never. I’ve never not wrapped up before, Ami. You got that?”
“Yes…” My voice is strained and tiny past my tightened up throat. I want him. I want him like that so badly that it nearly kills me. “I- I’m not on the pill, Gage. I’m not on anything. So if you… you’ll have to pull out.”
“That’s playing with fire, Ami.”
“Then get a condom,” I nearly snap, the desire to have him inside me, stretching and filling me, pumping into me, and claiming me, making me stupid with need.
“You’ll have to wait for that, darlin’. I’d have to go to the store and it just happens to be pouring rain. Someone recently told me that I’m crazy to go riding in it, so you might have to wait hours.”
My hips slam back, nearly forcing his cock inside of me. I rub against him greedily, like an animal. “Gage!” I don’t even hate that I’ve pretty much been reduced to begging. “Please. Please just…”
“Just what?”
“Just… just be careful. I want to feel you too. No barriers. But…”
“I’ll be careful.” His voice wraps around me like I’m glass and he promises not to shatter me.
I realize that it’s stupid. That it’s careless. That it’s so far from being responsible, but I want him too damn badly to stop. To listen to reason. I know there are other options. Safety nets. I can go to the clinic after I leave his house…
I don’t want to think about that though, about the later, about the aftermath, about the fallout.
I just want this. I want this, now. I want to just live in this moment.
Just him and me, like he said. Nothing else.
Just us. Consenting adults who want each other.
Who need each other. I want to get lost in him and shelter him.
I want to give him my pain and lap his away like the ocean licking at the sand, creating something new.
“Alright,” I breathe, and that’s it.
Because when he plunges inside of me, filling me with a single, hard stroke, straight to the hilt, joining us, our bodies, our hearts, our souls, I know I’m lost.