36. Sage
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Christian cut the engine, gingerly jogging around the vehicle to help me out of the passenger seat.
I was secretly pleased with myself and excited to push him to do exactly what I wanted him to do.
I wanted him to take the reins and completely ravage me.
I wanted Christian Riggs to tear down every wall and boundary I’d put between us.
I wanted him to grab the bull by the horns, so to speak, and fuck me till I was sore.
“Christian.” I laughed as he pulled me from the truck.
He peered at my seat. “You did make a mess of my seat,” he commented. “Now I’m going to have to do something about that.”
He leaned over the passenger seat. I slapped my hand over my mouth to keep from squealing when I saw him start to lick my cum off the seat. He hummed in his throat, his eyes fluttering closed momentarily as if he was savoring it.
“Can’t let it dry on the leather,” he said, closing the door and turning to me, licking his lips. “Come on you.” I didn’t even have any time to think, before he swooped me up in his arms.
I let out a squeal this time. “Christian! Your knee!”
“My knee’s fine. I haven’t taken my wife over the threshold yet.” His shoes crunched over the frozen snow, wincing slightly as he climbed the porch to the front door. “We’re not wasting any time tonight, star fire.”
He fiddled with the keys, unlocking the front door and pushing it open before setting me down. Arlo let out a woof, jumping at our feet in greeting. I gave him a scratch behind his ear.
“Go to your bed, buddy. Mommy and daddy are busy.”
I laughed. “Bed,” I told him, Arlo following the command.
“Close your eyes. What I’m about to do to mommy, no kid should see.”
I smacked him on the arm. “He’s a dog. He won’t know what he’s watching.”
Christian took my coat and his, hanging them up. With the clear winter night, the full moon glowed through the windows. The house was still warm from the earlier fire in the woodstove.
I leaned down to take off my heels, but Christian stopped me. “Here, let me.”
“You don’t have to,” I told him, resting my hand on his shoulder.
“Please.” He lowered himself down onto his good knee, unbuckling one stiletto and then the next, his hands never leaving my ankles.
I leaned on his shoulders as I stepped out of them.
Taking off his own shoes, he set them side by side together at the door.
It almost seemed normal seeing our shoes together.
His palms ran up my legs and then my sides as he stood back up, his touch never leaving me as he brushed his fingertips over my arms until they reached the straps of my dress and slid them down.
Taking a step back, I let the dress pool around my waist. I took another step back, knowing he’d follow me.
Bumping into the wall, I waited there until he was right in front of me, leaning his forearms against the wall on either side of me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed, his emerald gaze seeing right through me, making me feel safe and loved.
His lips parted on shallow breaths and he inched toward me, his body pressing against me, his erection pressing into my belly.
My heart pounded, the blood rushing through my ears.
I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to feel his lips on mine, feel the stroke of his tongue, taste those mints he was always popping.
Erase the drunken memory of our first kisses that I’d told myself was a mistake.
“Tell me what you want, Sage.”
My eyes flicked back up to his. They were glancing at my mouth too.
I knew he wanted to kiss me. I could feel it in the drum of his heart against my chest, the thickening of the air between us, the heat coming off both of our bodies.
My gut tightened. I needed to stop letting myself get in my own way.
The only obstacle here was me. I’d never find happiness, let myself truly feel, if I didn’t take risks.
And that was what Christian had been showing me all along: Love was worth the risk.
I rubbed my palm over his chest, feeling the thump of his heart beneath, and trailed my fingers up his shoulder to his neck until I could twine my fingers in his golden locks.
I gazed up at him. He was watching me, waiting for me to tell him what I wanted.
I pulled his head down, pressing up on my tiptoes.
We stopped, a hairbreadth away, our lips hovering over each other.
Our eyes connected again. There was a question there.
I wanted to give him what he was asking for.
I tipped my chin letting my lips brush his, welcoming the gentle press.
It wasn’t even a kiss, just a touch of our mouths, so tentative and sweet.
He tried to back away from my grasp. I knew what he was doing.
He didn’t want me to feel pressured. He wanted me to take my time, make the choice for myself.
I reached for him again, kissing him this time, letting our lips nestle together and linger there. Neither one of us opened our mouths, just letting the feel of each other soak into our pores.
“This is what I want,” I whispered against his mouth.
He pushed off the wall, taking me into his arms, and kissing me again.
This time it lingered, my bottom lip nestled between his and he sucked on it lightly until I gasped, opening to him.
His tongue brushed against mine, letting us both taste each other.
We tasted like wine, chocolate, and mint.
I deepened the kiss, my tongue diving in to caress the roof of his mouth.
He moaned against me as I started to undo the buttons of his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders and tossing it to the ground as I stepped out of my own dress.
He walked me backward into the bedroom. I helped him out of his brace, his pants, and socks. I took off my bra, tossing it to the side, leaving a trail of clothes behind us while we continued to kiss each other.
We didn’t speak when we reached the bed, standing naked there together, our chests heaving trying to catch our breaths.
The moonlight cast shadows through the windowpane across the bed.
The shadows accentuated the muscles in his shoulders, the veins of his arms, the dips and ridges of his abs.
He was beautiful, his green eyes glinting as he took me in.
I stepped closer to him, desperate to touch him, to run my hands over his warm, firm skin. His hand dove into my hair, bringing me back to him, our mouths capturing each other. My eyes blinked closed, savoring the warmth and pleasure in his kiss.
“Get on the bed, baby,” he whispered.
I nodded, breaking our hold and crawling onto the bed to lay down. He followed me, laying down beside me. He drew me to him, his leg wrapping around mine to bring himself closer. His hand reached between us, a single finger running through my slit.
“God, this perfect pussy. You’re soaked, star fire.”
I rocked against his hand as he continued to spread my wetness, circling my clit.
Wanting him to feel good too, I wrapped my hand around his rock-hard cock.
He groaned before pressing his lips back to mine.
I licked his lip, urging him to open for me again, while I continued to rub my hand up and down his erection.
He added two fingers, plunging them into my center, pumping them in and out and bringing them back out to rub my clit, before diving back in. I rocked my hips, moaning into his mouth as I chased the pleasure.
“More,” I told him. “Please.”
“Please, what?” he asked. “You need to tell me.”
Pulling away slightly, I looked at him. “I need you inside me. Please, Christian. I want to fuck you.” He started to get up, but I pushed him back down. “No, rodeo star. Let me ride you.”
I pushed off his shoulders, straddling him, positioning his cock at my entrance. I lowered myself on him. I was soaked, already warmed from hours of teasing. It only took a moment to adjust him deep inside.
I ground against him, letting his cock rub against my walls. “God, you feel good,” I told him. My body felt like it was on fire, buzzing with the heady pleasure of him inside me. I ran my hands over my breasts, squeezing them lightly and running my thumbs over my hardened nipples.
“Let me touch you,” he begged.
I looked down at him. His eyes were hooded, his mouth slack as he panted and I continued to rock my hips.
I took his hands, bringing them to my breasts.
I rose up on my knees, letting his hips thrust to meet me, as he squeezed my breasts, mimicking what I did, his thumbs brushing the stiffened peaks.
“I want to feel your skin against mine,” I told him.
He wrapped his arms around me, pressing my chest to his. I kissed his throat, sucking his pulse point. His hands went to my ass, squeezing, as I started to grind against him. The brush of my clit against him, and my nipples scraping against his chest while he penetrated me was almost too much.
“You feel so good in my hands,” he said.
“Christian,” I breathed against his neck. “You feel so good.”
“Does that perfect little clit like grinding against me?”
I groaned, my lips molded to his skin. He felt too damn good. After being edged all night I knew my orgasm was going to barrel down on me fast and furious.
His body tensed beneath me, the thrust of his hips becoming erratic as it met my own.
“I’m so close,” I told him.
“Me too, baby.”
He laid his palm between my breasts, pushing me up. I looked down at him. He was gritting his teeth, his nostrils flaring.
“I want to see your face when you come on my cock,” he said, gripping my hip with one hand while his thumb went to press against my clit.
I cried out as he helped me rise and fall on his cock.
Our pace quickened, his thumb swirling over my clit while his fingers dug into my ass.
Pleasure was building, my walls tightening, my body tensing.
It was like an electric wave starting at my toes and running through my veins all the way to my face.
My vision blurred and I squeezed my eyes shut.
My ears muffled the sound of our cries as we both came undone, our orgasms taking hold of our bodies.
I could feel the rush and pulse of his veins deep inside me, the twitch of his cock sending aftershocks through me and making me shiver.
“Fuck,” I breathed, running my hands over my body to make sure I was still here. I felt too good. I released a breathy laugh.
“Oh God.” Christian spasmed beneath me, his fingers digging into my hips.
I looked down at him, giggling again. His dick twitched again deep inside me.
“I can feel your laughter inside you,” he said, breathless.
I rolled off him, flopping beside him, my whole body feeling numb and loose. “I don’t think I can move,” I mumbled, throwing an arm over my face while I caught my breath.
He pulled my arm away to look at me. He looked concerned, so I gave him a smile and brushed the hair off his forehead. “That was amazing,” I told him.
“Yeah?” he questioned, like he was unsure.
“I think you may have created a monster, because if you’re still offering yourself whenever I want it, be prepared to never leave this house.”
His face bloomed into a smile, his dimples looking impossibly deep in the moonlight. “I’m yours to do as you please.”
“Yep, then I’m a monster.”
He pulled me to him, hovering above me to look down into my eyes. “Then you’re my little monster.” He dropped a kiss to my nose, peppering his lips across my cheeks and jaw, before reaching my lips. We kissed languidly, leisurely, and I felt myself melting into the mattress.
“Grr,” I growled, throwing the blankets over our heads.
“What are you doing?” he asked in the dark of the covers.
I licked my lips as I started to shimmy down his body. “Cleaning up my mess.”
“Oh my fucking God, why is my wife so hot?”
I chuckled, licking up his still semi-hard cock, and reveling in the shudder I caused him.