Chapter 39 #2
Gage rinses the shampoo before moving onto the conditioner, dragging it through the ends and then reaching back for my wide-tooth comb.
He gently pulls it through my hair, careful of any tangles.
His knuckles caress my back as they move down with the comb, and he kisses along the top of my shoulder.
This is a whole new type of adoration. It’s a declaration. A vow of devotion from body, mind, and spirit. It has my skin buzzing, my heart stampeding in my chest, and my pussy pulsing with need.
I know Gage is feeling the same way. His cock has only grown harder where he pushes against me. I can feel the barbells teasing my lower back. My thighs squeeze together, and I don’t know if it eases the ache or makes it worse.
Gage pours more water through my hair, rinsing the conditioner.
“All done.” He leans over the side of the tub, placing the jug on the floor. When he sits back, I pull myself forward, twisting onto my knees to face him.
My grapefruit body wash is sitting on the tiled shelf behind him. Stretching my arm over him, I let my chest hover right in front of his face.
“What are you doing, Iz?”
I push down on the pump, filling my hand, then rub them together as I sit back on my heels and glide the soap over his chest and shoulders.
“It’s your turn to be taken care of.”
I lather his arms one at a time. His mouthwateringly rounded biceps and his thick forearms, corded with veins.
In a circular motion, I massage his pecs, licking my lips as I move over where my name is tattooed.
With every pass, my hands roam lower, stepping down each of his abs.
I watch as they flex under my touch, before I hit those sinful V muscles at his waist and deliberately graze his cock.
I say nothing, acting as if it were an accident, but the next time I do it, I look up at him, taking my time as I drag my forefinger from his tip and all the way down.
Candlelight reflects in his green eyes, making them look devious. Like a beast sizing up his prey, and deciding on the best way to lure them in, make them succumb to temptation before they consume them. He’s already got me on my knees, so it won’t take much convincing. It never does.
“I hope you know what you’re doing, baby,” he says, elbows propped on the sides of the bath, his fingertips swirling through the water as he assesses me.
I wrap my hand around his cock, twisting my wrist as I move it up and down. My thumb ghosts over the barbells, making his eyelashes briefly flutter as he sucks in a breath.
Gage’s bath is a lot wider than the skinny little excuse for a tub in my former apartment, and thank God, because as I place both my hands on the sides and carefully lift my legs over his thighs, it grants me just enough room to comfortably straddle his lap.
I lower back down, brushing against him. The feel of his piercings tickles my skin as I roll my hips, gasping as they hit my clit. Gage brings his hands to my hips, supporting me as I tease us both.
“God, you look so beautiful like this,” he says. “Using me for your pleasure, while your belly is growing our child.”
His fingers dig into my skin as his eyes fall to my stomach. His nose flares as he huffs out a breath like a raging bull. I move with more purpose against him, making him groan while his jaw is clenched tight.
Gage thrusts his hips up, grinding against me. His hands grip me tighter as he lifts me, then pulls me down harder. My chest heaves as I moan from the sensations, the firm touch of his hands mixed with the tickle of his piercings.
Gage sits up higher, lifting his chin so he can meet my lips, tugging the bottom one between his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. I fall against him, holding his face in my hands as I erase any lingering distance.
He meets me with hunger, one hand clutching the back of my head while his arm bands around my back. Our bodies rock and clash together until neither of us can take it anymore.
I bring myself up, hovering over the tip of Gage’s cock. He pulls away to kiss down my neck. He palms one breast while sucking my other nipple. My head drops back with a sigh as I slowly lower down on him.
He rests his cheek against my chest with a groan as I continue to accept every inch. My hips start to roll, my arms wrapped around Gage, embracing not just him, but our connection. The gratitude in my soul for finding the one I was meant to be bound with.
Gage continues sucking and nipping at my chest, drawing the hard nipple between his teeth as a thumb flicks over the other.
I keep bouncing on him, taking my time, wanting to feel everything. When I’m fully seated on him, Gage snaps his hips up harder.
Gasping, I brace my hands on his shoulders.
“You take me so well, Buttercup.” Thrust. “So deep.” Thrust. “That’s how we ended up here, isn’t it?” Thrust. “You wanted my cum so bad, you begged me for it. Begged me not to stop.”
“Gage!” I cry.
“How long’s it gonna take before you’re begging for my cum again?” He starts to fuck me faster, shooting up, but still holding himself inside me for a moment before pulling back out again. “Begging me to fill you.”
My body tightens, drawing closer to the release I’m desperate for. I try to increase the pace, but Gage holds me tight, moving me exactly how he wants.
“Do you like that, Buttercup? The idea of me filling you with my cum?”
I nod, tension sizzling through my hips as I feel myself on the brink of orgasm.
“Watching you grow, knowing you carry my baby.” He groans and bites at my breast again, and I can see a little mark already starting to form there.
“It makes me feral. It shows me just how much you’re mine.
” He whimpers over the last word, and listening to how undone he becomes over me has me so damn needy.
“Gage. Please. I need more.”
He grants my request, meeting my hips faster, but it’s still not enough.
“More,” I beg and plead.
He leans on the backrest of the tub and lifts his hips until he’s almost out of the water. Holding my waist tight, he moves in a frenzy, fucking me until I’m seeing stars.
My hands rest behind me, holding onto Gage’s legs as I move with him.
“Touch your clit for me, Iz.”
With my eyes on Gage, I draw fast circles, seeking relief.
“That’s it. Tell me when, baby. When do you want my cum? When can I fill this greedy little pussy?”
“Oh, God, now,” I breathe, drawing out the words as I give in.
Gage moans as he holds himself inside of me. I can feel his cock as it twitches with his release, and I follow right behind.
My body feels as though it deflates when I finally come down, and Gage lowers us back into the water. I slump against his chest, and he hugs me to him, kissing my forehead and cheek as he tells me how beautiful and perfect I am.
“That was definitely the best bath I’ve ever had.” I sigh happily.
“Oh, shit.”
“What?” I frown.
Gage blows out a breath. “There are no towels in here.”
He shifts us, keeping me in the water so he can fetch some towels, and I stand by my statement. Watching Gage’s naked, wet arse leave the bathroom? Best. Bath. Ever.