Sage
“No … I want … you … to feel … too.” I could barely speak as I chased my orgasm.
I wanted to reciprocate how amazing this felt. I’d fallen into a stale routine of self-care until we started sexting. But even that didn’t feel like enough.
This is what I needed. I needed an orgasm that was so intense I felt numb. That wiped my brain of all worries and fears. And Christian seemed to know exactly how to help me get there. He seemed to know what I needed better than I did.
How Christian had hiked my panties up, the fabric wedging between my ass cheeks, rubbing over my puckered hole while I shifted against the bed, was a fucking hot maneuver.
It held the dildo in place and added to the sensations.
Each time I rolled my hips down, my panties shifted a little pulling on the end of the dildo, angling it so it pressed against my G-spot until I rocked my hips up, letting it pull away to add pressure to my fluttering walls.
The constant shift and friction of the toy, how full it made me feel, while Christian drew slippery circles over my clit, carried me to the edge.
The edge I so desperately wanted to tip over.
His cock was as hard as stone in his sweats as I rubbed it, encouraging him not to stop, to carry us to completion.
Our pants filled the quiet early morning darkness as he swirled his finger.
I had no idea how talented Christian was with that rough hand.
It was the same hand that he wrapped around the bull rope, holding on for dear life while the bull attempted to buck him off.
The same hand that got him to eight seconds was giving me more than eight minutes of pleasure.
He alternated a featherlight touch with a firmer press on every other complete circle of my swollen clit.
My eyes fluttered closed while I pinched my lips together so I could just breath through my nose and attempt to stifle the moans that threatened to climb their way up my throat.
I was close. The walls of my cunt were pulsing against the toy.
I shifted my ass down, making my panties tighten even more against me, trapping the dildo and Christian’s hand in place so I could ride it out to the end.
I quickened the rub of his cock, so desperately wanting to make him come with me.
I quickened the buck of my hips, grinding against the dildo and Christian’s hand. Heat swirled in my belly. My pulse throbbed in my core as I approached the precipice.
“Sage,” Christian whispered against my ear, his breath sending tingles over my flesh.
He thrust himself against my hand and then went rigid, his body trembling.
I squeezed his cock through his pants feeling it twitch and pulse in my palm.
I tipped my head to look up at him, his mouth falling open in heaving breaths, his emerald eyes meeting mine in the dark, glittering in the snow glow.
He quickened the press and circle of my clit as I chased it.
I rocked my hips in smaller, quicker movements, focusing on the pleasure building in my center as I raced toward that cliff edge.
Our eyes were locked, holding me as my whole body seemed to vibrate, my heart speeding, blood rushing in my ears.
“You’re holding back,” he said.
He was right. It had been so long since I was intimate with someone. I was holding back. Not letting myself jump. I wanted to jump. I wanted to fling myself off the ledge and fly.
“Trust me to take you there.” He ducked his head to brush his lips along my jaw and then down my throat. “Let me see you shatter all over that cock,” he murmured against my skin, scattering goose bumps across my heated flesh.
His words urged me on and I closed my eyes again, concentrating on the feeling of the dildo inside me, his finger still rubbing patient circles over my clit, his body solid and warm at my side, his arm holding me.
“Let go, star fire.”
My mouth fell open on an unbidden moan, my whole body tightening and pulsating, as I took that leap and jumped over the edge. Pleasure rocked through me and my pussy clenched as I came.
“Shhh.” Christian shushed me. “My dad’s up.”
I covered my mouth with my hand, riding out the orgasm even as I heard Bill shuffle down the hallway and past our door.
Christian’s body rumbled with a silent laugh and I finally opened my eyes to look at him. His hand was still nestled between my legs and we were pressed as close together as we could be.
“We almost got caught.” He was wearing a big grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Finally finding my voice, I said, “I kinda like the idea of almost getting caught.”
He nuzzled his nose against my neck, slowly pulling his hand away. “Then we’ll have to do this more often.”
“I have a few ideas,” I told him, suddenly feeling brave as I rolled down my pajama bottoms and panties to take out the dildo. My sensitive flesh sent sparks back up to my still throbbing clit as I shifted. “Ones that can still include toys, too.”
“Fuck, Sage. I thought I was in love with you, but I think I’m falling for my wife all over again.”
I released a big exhale with a slight smile. I still didn’t know how I felt about us being married, but it didn’t irritate me.
“Here, let me help you.” He gripped the dildo, slowly sliding it out.
Another small groan left my mouth and I bit down on my lip as it hit every sensitive spot along my inner walls.
I was still coming down from the incredible orgasm.
Maybe the most intense orgasm of my life, considering I was kept on the edge for so long.
He pulled up my bottoms, helping me put everything back in place.
“I can wash it,” I told him.
“No. I have to go clean myself up and change my sweats anyway. I’ll go take care of it.”
I smiled then and looked down, seeing a big dark spot on his gray sweatpants. “Made you come in your pants in your childhood bed, huh, Riggs?” I teased.
“A dream come true, Sagey Pagey.” He winked, getting out of bed, grabbing some clean pants, and tiptoeing to the bathroom.
My limbs were now heavy and loose, my eyes no longer able to stay open as I settled back beneath the covers. Sleep was starting to pull me under when I heard Christian return, the mattress dipping as he got back in bed. He pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around me once more.
As I started to doze, his lips brushed against my ear once more, and I swear I heard him whisper right before sleep took hold: “I love you, Sage Riggs.”