Chapter 24 #2
“It’s because you’re being a baby,” I chide him with a laugh. “Are we having our first ever marital spat?”
“This isn’t a spat, it is me whining and you calling bullshit on it. I know I’m being ridiculous. It’s been easier to open up with you because you’ve also opened up to me. A therapist just listens, there’s no give and take. They get to stay closed off while I’m flayed wide open,” he says.
“There is give and take. You give the therapist the things that are mentally burdening you, and they take them and teach you how to unburden yourself. I’m not saying it’s easy to sit there and spill your guts. I certainly could not do it when I tried as a teenager. It’s worth it, though.”
“It’s that important to you?” He’s looking up at me with intense focus, his eyes roaming my face.
“It is. If we’re going to succeed as a couple, we need to get our mental health in check,” I assert.
He burrows his face into my stomach again.
“Then of course I’ll do it, mi vida. I’ll do anything that’s important to you.
I know you’re right about me needing it, I’m just being a stubborn ass.
I’ve avoided the pain of talking about these things for so long, instead of dealing with them, that it’s become my default,” he rumbles into my shirt.
“There’s teletherapy, too. Maybe you’d be more comfortable talking to someone from right in this room.
It might be a good option for me, too. Lyra was mentioning a wonderful therapist she talks to on video call the night the influencer came to the bar.
I love that she’s very open about it,” I say, pressing another soothing kiss to his hair and running a hand through it. He practically purrs.
“I like the idea of being comfortable in my office while doing therapy, that’s a great idea,” he concedes, wrapping his arms around my waist and bringing me closer so that I’m standing in between his legs.
“So you’ll do it? I’ll be doing my own teletherapy sessions, too. We’ll be able to encourage each other through it,” I say, my voice hopeful that we’ll both be even better together if we’re better with ourselves.
“Of course I’ll do it. I want to be good for you, and I want to do it for myself,” he assures me, his arms winding more tightly around me like he never wants to let me go.
Then he brings me down to meet his mouth in a sweet kiss that seals our promises.
It quickly turns more intense, our heads angling to deepen it while our tongues tangle.
He pushes his chair back, and I lower myself into his lap to straddle him while my arms circle around his neck.
His erection presses into me through his sweatpants, and I can’t help grinding against it to get the friction I need. The moan that escapes him is guttural.
“Is it always going to be like this? Will I ever get enough of you? I doubt it,” he rasps in wonder, moving to press kisses and little nips from my jaw, down my neck, to the junction of my shoulder.
“I hope it’ll always be like this,” I breathe, my lower belly turning molten as he palms my breasts through my thin tee.
“I’ll make sure it is. How do you want it, mi vida?”
I can’t help my slightly wicked smile at the idea I have, lowering my mouth to his ear.
“I want you to splay me out on this desk and eat your fill,” I croon, and he actually whimpers.
“Oh sweetheart, you are in for it, because I will never get my fill of you,” he groans, before moving quickly to clear the desk while I get up to perch on it.
Then he gently lays me back, making sure my hips are on the very edge of the desk before he kneels in front of me.
I lift them briefly so that he can pull down my jeans and panties before I kick them aside.
The cold surface of the desk is an incredible contrast to his hot mouth as it nips and licks and kisses from my feet up to my inner thighs.
Then he throws my legs over his shoulders, and devours me like I’m his last meal.
It has not taken him long to figure out the exact pressure I need and everything else I like. With one final suck on my clit, I go off like a firework, crying out his name. He works me through it until I come down from one hell of an orgasm.
I feel his hand cup the back of my head as he brings me up to hug me fiercely.
“Good?” he asks, almost a little smugly.
“The best,” I sigh before moving away to pull at his sweats.
Freeing his erection, I give it a few good tugs, making him grunt and throw his head back. I love seeing him gone like this.
“There’s a condom in the top left drawer,” he rasps.
I can’t help raising my eyebrows.
“What? I’ve stashed them in a few places since we got together for just this sort of occasion,” he says with a shameless grin.
“I love how you’re always prepared,” I quip.
Grabbing the condom, I open it and roll it over his length. He’s studying me for cues on what he should do next, and I bite my lip before I verbalize what I want.
“There’s a fantasy I have of getting bent over a desk. I’ve never trusted anyone enough to give them that much control, though,” I whisper.
His entire face softens, his hand coming up to caress my cheek
“Do you trust me to make it good for you?” he asks quietly.
“Yes,” I tell him firmly.
“I want to make all of your fantasies, sexual or otherwise, come true,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Some maybe that you haven’t even thought of yet.”
“Let’s start with this one and go from there, Casanova,” I laugh, nuzzling into his neck and kissing it.
Turning around and facing the desk, I stick my ass out in invitation.
“This glorious ass,” he says reverently, kneading it a little. Then I feel his gentle hand on my back press me forward, until I’m propped up on my forearms on the desk. I look back over my shoulder at him, and his face is as lust drunk as I feel.
Then he lines himself up, and slowly enters me.
“Oh my god,” we both moan loudly at the same time.
This angle hits everything in a completely new way that has sparks flashing in my vision.
His hands come to my hips as he slowly drags himself out, and pushes back in.
At my encouragement, he picks up the pace and intensity, his grunts mingling with my moans as our pleasure ratchets higher and higher.
“So perfect. So fucking perfect,” he rasps as I start mindlessly chanting his name. It’s so good, and I’m so incredibly happy I’ve found someone I trust enough to be able to relinquish a little control like this.
“Can’t last much longer. Come with me, please,” Gage pleads.
He pulls me up against his chest so that he can slide one hand down my stomach to play with my clit, and that’s all it takes.
I scream his name, and he’s barely seconds behind me as he chants mine.
When we come down, I feel his head press to the back of my neck, his heavy breaths making my hair flutter.
“You ok? I wasn’t too much?” he asks.
“It was perfect,” I breathe.
“Thank you for trusting me,” he pants. “I feel like we altered time and space just now.”
I reach behind me to play with his hair, shutting my eyes to let all of my other senses enjoy the moment, my smile unable to be contained.
“Who knows, maybe we did. You certainly altered what I’m able to do with sex. You’re healing me.” I whisper.