Chapter 44 #3
Before I could object to more of his torturous foreplay, Sage scooped me up. He slung both of my legs around his waist and strode to the edge of the steaming pool.
“What are you doing?” I gasped as he set me down on the stone ledge. “Sage, we agreed to no strenuous activity until you are healed! You are going to hurt yourself!”
“Is that your only objection now?” he asked me with a smirk as his hands tightened on the tops of my thighs.
“Sage, I need you to heal—”
“And I need to hear how you sound when you come,” my mate growled right back at me.
My jaw dropped, and I blinked speechlessly up at him as his gaze fell to the thatch of dark red curls in my lap. My thighs trembled and my breath stalled when he licked his lips as if he were ravenous.
“I need to know how you taste. How it feels to be deep inside you when you come,” he breathed, his pupils fully blown as his pulse kicked in his neck.
“Sage…” I whined in weak protest as he began to trail kisses down my body.
“If your only objection is for my benefit, then just trust that denying myself of you any longer would be far more detrimental to me right now. But,” he added more soberly, “if you are not ready—”
“I am,” I broke in with a note of desperation in my voice that should have been embarrassing.
“Thank the gods,” Sage groaned with relief before he pried my knees apart and sank to his knees in the shallow water that lapped around his chest.
I braced expectantly for his tongue and fingers on me, but his lips landed on my inner thigh instead.
He sucked the skin into his mouth, leaving another mark even as his eyes devoured my fully exposed centre mere inches away.
My hips flexed, trying to subtly urge him to me, but when he pulled off my skin with a pop, he moved to the other side to leave a twin mark there.
I abruptly lost my patience with the torture.
“Stop teasing!” I whined as I seized him by the hair in an attempt to make him go where I needed him.
“No,” he growled, grabbing my hand to stop me from yanking on his hair. “Do not rush this. Savour it with me. You are my last first everything, Summer. Last first taste. Last first touch. Last first time making love to someone.”
I hesitated in astonishment and found that I loved the idea of him as my last first. It really did make me want to savour every last first second of this with him.
My grip in his hair gentled, although I did not release the damp strands.
I held on as he covered the insides of both of my thighs with his marks.
I held on as he began using his hands on the hypersensitive skin he had marked.
I thought I might actually scream before his thumb finally slid into the top of my slit, and he pressed on my swollen clit with the perfect amount of pressure.
“Yes,” I hissed, guttural and so fucking relieved to feel his touch at last that I thought I might just burst into tears.
Especially when it immediately became clear Sage knew exactly what to do.
His pace was rhythmic, building me up slowly but steadily, and he knew when to change his direction just before I became desensitized.
“Gods, Sage! You are fucking good at that,” I panted, and he gave a rumbling chuckle as he stood to kiss down my neck.
The new angle allowed him to slip two of those talented fingers into my weeping core, and their girth was the perfect first stretch.
I hissed in a gasp of gratification, and he groaned at the feel of me.
“You are drenched. Show me how you will squeeze my cock later,” he growled against my neck.
I readily agreed, tightening my pelvic muscles around his fingers until he was groaning again.
And then rather than subject me to the usual lazy and haphazard thrusting most males resorted to, Sage began stroking deliberately.
He continued to use his thumb on my clit even as his fingers curved up slightly inside until he had found that sensitive place right under my pelvis.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried out. My head fell back when he applied the perfect amount of pressure there while still moving his fingers in time with his thumb on my clit.
I could barely believe how quickly my core began to quicken around his fingers with the promise of ecstasy. My body grew tense in anticipation of what was sure to be a mind-blowing climax, and I stopped breathing.
But as usual with a male partner, the moment I began to brace for it, the orgasm seemed to flit away from me.
“Just breathe,” he commanded, sensing my frustration, and I sucked in a sharp breath. It seemed to clear my head even more, which also dulled my orgasm further.
“Fuck!” I hissed, my hips undulating helplessly in time with every deliberate stroke of his fingers.
“I will get you there, I promise, just relax,” he assured me with a grin as he watched me writhing.
“I can’t! Sage, I am so close, but this… It’s always difficult for me with a male partner,” I admitted haltingly, my ears flattening with shame.
“It’s alright,” he assured me soothingly. “You are too in your head about it. Can I try something with you?”
I nodded, desperate for anything that would help me find release for him. But I was not expecting his free hand to wrap around my throat. He squeezed lightly, cutting off what little air I was managing to suck in with a gentle but firm grip that had my eyes popping open in surprise.
“Let me take control for you,” he offered, his ravenous eyes on my parted lips.
And I suddenly remembered how he used this technique to steal my air without hurting me when I’d been biting him.
I had assumed at the time that I’d never trust a partner enough to be able to experience the unexpected high of oxygen deprivation again…
“Yes! Please, Sage, just make me come,” I pleaded, becoming completely unabashed and uninhibited in a way that I had never been for a male before.
“Patience,” he whispered, his mouth curving before he carefully squeezed either side of my throat again.
Losing the ability to breathe fully should have made me panic.
Instead, it made every anxious thought go so quiet that all I could focus on was his fingers working between my legs.
Even the adrenaline coursing through my veins in anticipation of release was controlled by his powerful grip, and yet it felt so natural.
My head began to feel light as my climax began to build again, but this time, Sage had me so firmly under his control that my anxiety could not ruin everything.
“That’s it,” he whispered, his voice sounding rough with approval when my sex quickened around his fingers. “Your trust means everything to me, Summer, and I am going to make you feel so good for giving it to me.”
His words seemed to make my skin prickle with some kind of emotional pleasure that I’d never known I could feel before.
But it was delicious. The scent of wildflowers began to permeate the air just before my orgasm hit me, which was when Sage released my throat.
My instinct was to suck air back into my lungs, and the combination of the head rush and the climax was so intense I instantly started sobbing through it.
It felt like my entire world capsized, a sensation I had never felt before, and my mind was frantic with the need to regain control as quickly as I could.
But Sage had other plans…
“Gods, you smell good when you come,” he breathed against my temple, and my body quickly melted again.
He had gentled his touch to wring every last ounce of pleasure out of me without overstimulating my sensitive flesh before he withdrew his fingers. Then I watched him, my breath stalling in my chest again as he raised his hand and put both fingers in his mouth to taste my climax.
I stared as his eyes closed and a groan rumbled out of him as if it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. And when his gaze dropped to my spread thighs with an obvious craving for more, I trembled in anticipation.
My mate was nowhere near finished with me.