9. Ian
I stir awake as the first slivers of sunlight filter through the gaps in the curtains, casting soft, golden stripes across the room. Her gentle curves are nestled against me, and the warmth of her body ignites an immediate response.
I try to inch away, hoping to slip out of bed without disturbing her, but she seems to sense my movement. Her delicate fingers reach out, finding their way between us, and wrap around me with a tender yet firm grip.
“Good morning,” she murmurs, her voice a soft melody in the quiet room.
“Yes, it is,” I reply, my words escaping in a low groan as she skillfully glides her hand along my length, her touch lighting a fire beneath my skin .
“I was planning to let you sleep in," I manage to say, my voice strained as she circles her thumb gently over the sensitive tip.
“I don’t want to sleep,” she whispers, her words laced with a teasing defiance that I can’t resist. Her skin is intoxicating like warm, living silk and I can’t help but crave more. I kiss my way to her tits, savoring the softness. The rapid beating of her heart resonates against my lips. Her moans intertwine with my own, filling the air with a symphony of desire.
I shift, rolling her onto her back, and crawl up her body with deliberate slowness. Straddling her thighs, I let my hands glide along her sides, feeling the slight quiver of her stomach beneath my touch. A low, needy laugh escapes me as I trace the curves of her waist, exploring the valley between her tits. I find a tender spot that makes her shiver with anticipation.
My fingers comb through the wild cascade of her hair, spreading like a golden halo around her head. She arches beneath me, wrapping her legs around my hips, but I gently grasp her wrists, pinning them above her head. I need to see the effect I’m having on her in her eyes.
I press against her, letting her feel the full extent of my need. My voice is rough and gravelly as I ask, "Think you can handle another round? "
She doesn't answer. She's breathing hard and gripping my sides, urging me closer, further. I’m so into it I almost come when she looks at me like that, wide-eyed and wild. "I know I can," she finally gasps.
She squirms beneath me, her body twisting and turning as she tries to gain the upper hand. I've got her wrists pinned firmly above her head, and she arches her back, a silent plea for more. Her skin is warm and inviting under my touch. I trace a finger slowly down her torso, feeling the curve of her waist and the softness of her skin, before reaching the heat between her thighs.
Her breath catches in her throat, and she lets out a sharp gasp. Her legs part instinctively, as if responding to an unspoken command, while I press my finger deeper into her wet pussy. The air around us feels electric, charged with a tension that makes my heart race. The heat of the moment envelops us, and I am acutely aware that this intoxicating sensation has unraveled everything I thought I knew.
I'm all over her, feeling everywhere at once. Her perfect tits, her curvy stomach, her long, elegant neck. She's mine, totally mine, and she's loving it. Her eyes roll back as she wraps her thigh around me and uses the leverage to try to push me onto my back.
She thinks she's sneaky, but I've got her number. She tugs my hair and bites my lip, driving me insane. I grip her ass and rock against her. The friction is perfect. "You're gonna make me come," she warns, squirming.
"I know," I tell her. I’m the one in charge, and she loves it. I pull back, just enough to let her know she's not the boss. My mouth finds her wet core again, taking her apart.
She’s slick and wet and all goddamn mine. I look up to watch her shudder. She's trying to act like she can take it, but I know I'm pushing her to the edge. I slow it down, just to hear her beg, and she grabs the back of my head and bucks against me. I want to eat her up.
Her knees clamp around my head, and I nearly lose my mind. I throw myself into making sure she comes, and then I let her drag me back up to her face. I get lost in her crazy eyes and kiss her hard. She bites my bottom lip, and I nearly come.
"Baby," I moan into her mouth. "I can't." I can't what? I don't even know. I just can't.
She flips me over and settles on top of me. I let her. I want to see her try to drive me insane. She moves down my body, and I can’t take it. Her soft tits press against my chest as her fingertips dance down my abdomen. When her hot, wet mouth envelops my throbbing cock, I’m utterly consumed by her.
Every touch, every movement, is an explosion of sensation, and I am helpless to resist. Her lips, soft as silk, slide around my hardness, and my eyes roll back as she takes me deep into her throat. I'm teetering on the edge, desperate to hold back, not wanting to surrender just yet.
When I hit the point of no return, I reach down and drag her curvy body up over mine. Her curves mold to me, a perfect fit. Her lips curve into a sassy smile as she gracefully leans back, taking my cock in with a single, fluid motion. The piercing on my shaft rubs against her silky walls, sending a tingle coursing through me, intensifying my pleasure with an electrifying rush.
My hands find her luscious hips, gripping them tightly as I watch her ride me, her eyes gleaming with a hunger that threatens to consume us both. She thinks she's taking control, but she's not. I want her too much. I crave her too deeply to let her take the reins.
She shifts on top of me, and I'm ready for her. She's not going to last. Not this time. I grab her by the waist and roll her over, pinning her with my whole body. She’s wild and responsive and losing it. She wraps her legs around me, and I push into her so hard we both gasp. She screams my name as I pull out, tease her, drive her insane, and go deep again.
She's breathing hard and whispering my name like a goddamn prayer. I'm in love with her body, in love with how fucking responsive she is. I’m in love with everything that’s Sage. She's about to come. I can tell by the way she wraps herself around me while shaking and moaning. I can't get enough of the way her inner walls pulse against my cock.
Her fingers clutch the pillow above her head, and I catch them in mine as I lock eyes with her. I push deeper, watching her lose it. "I can’t," she moans. "I can’t. I’m gonna—oh, God, Ian. Oh, God."
She comes so hard she can't breathe, and I don’t stop. She’s gasping, shaking. "I'm done, Ian. I can't," she whispers. But I know she can. I know she wants to.
“One more,” I beg, needing this.
“Yes,” she groans, letting me know she wants this. I don’t give her a second to recover. I'm inside her, fucking her with everything I've got. My mind goes blank, and my body takes over. I hear her scream, feel her pulse around me, feel her come hard and loud and messy. Perfect. My vision goes white, and I finish deep inside her. It’s better than the first time. It's better than anything.