Chapter 53
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
Kate
Gage’s fingers slide over my hip before they dive between my legs.
He groans when he feels how wet I am.
“Jesus, Katie,” he growls out between clenched teeth. “I could blow my load just from touching you.”
“I want more,” I say shamelessly kicking back the covers that are shielding my body from his view.
“More,” he repeats back, gliding down my body. He peppers kisses over my skin.
First, it’s my breasts.
He stops to take my left nipple between his teeth. When he bites, I purr.
“You like that?”
He knows I do.
His attention and talented tongue shifts to my right breast. He sucks the nipple between his lips.
I arch my back from the bed when he captures my left nipple between his fingers.
He pinches it, just as he bites my other nipple.
I scream out.
“I can’t wait to taste you.” He licks my nipple softly, lashing his tongue against it. “You’re going to be so wet.”
His mouth moves to my stomach. He takes his time kissing the skin and biting it.
By the time he reaches the top of my mound, I’m squirming and whimpering.
“You’ll come as soon as I touch your pretty little clit.” He pushes my legs apart, revealing my bare pussy.
“Please, Gage,” I whine. “Please.”
His head drops, but it’s not to my core. He sets his attention on my inner thighs.
Painfully slow kisses dot my skin as he nears the top of my right thigh.
“I can see how wet you are.” He blows on my pussy. “You’re going to come over and over again.”
I reach down to cup my hand over the back of his head, urging him closer.
His tongue moves in one long stroke over my core.
I scream out in pained pleasure. The ache for release is too much. “Lick me.”
“Lick you?” He repeats back with a note of amusement laced into his tone. “You’re so fucking polite. Tell me what you really want.”
I look down into his stormy green eyes.
“Eat my pussy. Make me come.”
He lowers his head and sends me almost instantly into a mind-numbing climax.
“I doubt like hell that I can walk.” Gage’s laughter fills the room. “You’ve fucked the life right out of me.”
“I was returning the favor.” I cup my hand over my mound. “My pussy is aching more now than before you fucked me.”
He turns to look at me. “I like when you talk dirty.”
I kiss him softly on the mouth. “I love when you do.”
“In that case…” He turns on his side to face me. “I love fucking you. I love how tight your pussy is. I love that you get so wet that I can taste you on my lips for hours after.”
“You’re going to make me want you again.” I sigh.
“I want you to feel that forever.”
“I will.”
“Let’s get you up.” He rolls onto his back. “I made a salad earlier. You should eat some of that and then let me wash you in the shower.”
I swing my legs over the side of the bed. Spotting my blue silk robe on the floor, I reach for it. “Do you remember when you used to wash me in the shower?”
Silence fills the room.
“You’d pretend that you wanted to soap me up, but it was a ploy to feel me up.”
There’s still no response. Glancing over my shoulder, I see him standing with his phone in his hands.
“Is everything all right, Gage?”
His head pops us. “Everything is perfect. I’m with the woman I love.”
“I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” I move to stand. “Take your time.”
I tie the sash on the robe and walk out of the room, knowing that everything is far from all right.