Chapter 25 #2
He bites his lip, then yanks on my wrist, hauling my chest against his. Our faces are almost touching as he looks at me, or more accurately, admires. His moss-green eyes dart over my features, and his hand tucks my hair behind one ear.
“Are you laughing at me?” he asks, tickling my sides. “Huh?”
I don’t take for granted the playfulness of his words.
Remembering back to the first time I met him in person at the airport and thinking how this big, gruff bear just needed a hug.
Maybe he just needed a safe space, a place to let his guard down.
My laughter fades, and sparks pop in my stomach as I consider the ways it feels like he lets me be that for him.
I rest a hand against his cheek. “Only because you surprise me when you’re funny.
I know how special those moments are.” I place a quick kiss against his lips.
“Just like the times you’re sweet.” Another kiss.
“Thoughtful.” And one more. “You’re so kind and protective.
I love when you share those moments with me. ”
Things have been different since he opened up about August. It’s not just hooking up; there’s a connection building, a dance of two souls, each moving around the other and figuring out how they fit together.
With each day, I feel like Gage is the person I’ve been waiting for.
The one who can give me that love that settles my heart as much as it sets it on fire.
I stare up at him, marvelling at the man he is, and hoping for more moments with him. All those moments in between that I’ve longed for in my romantic life.
Isn’t that the point of finding a partner?
It’s not just the big moments. The milestones or the setbacks.
It’s all the moments in between, where you could fall victim to loneliness, but instead, you find someone to be lonely with.
They hold your hand through the nothing moments and turn them into little pieces of something.
Hard becomes easy, boring becomes peaceful, days become memories.
I think Gage Heart is all my little reasons in between that turn the nothings into something.
I wrap a hand behind his head and pull his mouth back to mine with a manic urgency. He gives me exactly what I need. We fight for dominance with our tongues and hands. His fingers thread through my hair, while mine run up and down his back.
He takes one of my legs, hoisting it higher on his hip as he leans into me, guiding me back down to rest against his desk.
He kisses down my neck as he moves back to stand upright, towering over me with nothing but raw possession in his eyes.
I could pass out from the way he sets my skin on fire with his attention, and I’m downright delirious when he looks down at my pussy then back at my eyes before he spits on my clit.
With the head of his cock, he rubs the wetness all around me, up and down. He pushes firmer against my pussy, and I shiver. When the tip just nudges inside my entrance, I gasp.
“I need to get you in my bed, Isabelle.”
I nod my head. I never knew wanting someone could be like this. I never knew falling could be like this.
“I want a whole night with you.” He continues working his cock up and down my pussy, nudging in a little further every time he reaches my entrance. “I want you from sundown to sunup,” he says and pushes inside me in one swift motion, as far as he can go.
My hands frantically search for something to hold on to as Gage starts to fuck me with a punishing pace.
His barbells rub my inner walls, and garbled nonsense pours out of me.
I pinch my nipples just to give my hands something to hold on to.
I fear I might lose my mind if I can’t find something to ground me in reality.
“Goddamn, I can already feel your pussy clamping around my cock.”
“Yes.” I sigh.
“Do you know how hot it is knowing that when we walk out of here, I’ll have the scent of you embedded in my beard?
” He grunts. “I’ll fucking smell you for the rest of the night.
I’ll never be able to walk into this office again without the image of you splayed out on my desk running through my head like a dream. ”
“Gage, oh my god.” I whimper.
He runs a hand up my stomach and threads his fingers through mine, holding on to me while he keeps his pace. He continues to pull in and out, from root to tip, long, deep thrusts that have me crying out.
“Louder, Isabelle. Don’t be shy now.”
I moan freely into the space, letting it bounce off the walls and fill my ears. Gage squeezes my hand and lets out his own sounds of eager approval. Sweat drips down my temples, my throat is dry, and all I can hear is the way Gage and I give in to our pleasure. All I can see are stars.
I open my eyes, wanting to see his face, and he’s already looking at me. His chest heaves, and his jaw is clenched.
“More,” I beg.
“Fuck.” He lifts his hand off my thigh and pins his forearm across my hips, his fingers digging into the skin, and he fucks me even harder, locking me against him.
“Yes! Yes!” I practically scream and bring my free hand down to hold onto his wrist, while my eyes roll back in my head and my insides coil, tighter and tighter until I’m ready to burst.
“Give me your eyes, Buttercup.” My mouth drops open in a silent cry as I meet his waiting eyes.
“That’s it. Come on my cock, baby. Fucking own me.”
Tears fall as I give in to the sensations. “Gage!”
“Ahh, fuck, Isabelle.” He roars as his orgasm hits, pinning himself as deep as he can go. I can feel the way his dick twitches inside of me as it spills.
When he collapses on top of me, his body slick with sweat against mine, I don’t want to move. Not that I think I’m even capable of doing so at this point, but if I had a choice, I would stay like this all night. All morning. I would seek this out in all the moments in between.