Chapter 45
Chapter forty-five
MAKE YOU MINE
Ornella
Sage knelt again and pushed my legs wider without any preamble before his mouth descended hungrily.
I sobbed his name, my fingers diving into his silky hair as he once again proved that he knew what he was doing.
All I could do was try and breathe as he began alternating between pulsating sucks and flicking with the tip of his tongue.
“You are delicious,” he growled, nearly feral for me, as if my body would be his last meal.
It did not take him long to tease out my preferences and establish a steady rhythm that had me teetering on the cusp of orgasm again.
But he kept switching to long and gentle licks when I got close just to back me off the edge so he could work me up all over again.
The scent of my ecstasy and need was a heavy fragrance in the air.
“Sage, please,” I whined at him, writhing in shameless impatience against his mouth. “Stop teasing me.”
Sage breathed a laugh against me, and the soft puff of his breath on my soaked cunt made me shiver.
“You’ve never been edged,” he mumbled without even taking his eyes off my core as if he couldn’t bear to look away from it. Then he leaned forward and blew on me, focusing the air stream right on my clit, because of course he had noticed my reaction to feeling his laugh there.
“What the hell is that?” I gasped, my voice lacking the strength to convey my exasperated demand.
Sage smirked, still not looking up as he inserted two thick fingers back inside me.
“Taking you to the edge over and over again will make your releases more intense,” he explained as he found that sensitive place inside me again so easily.
And it occurred to me in a haze of impending ecstasy that this man was going to wreck me. Utterly ruin me.
I looked down at him, hanging onto my damned sanity by a thread, and saw he was watching his fingers moving in me with a rapt fascination.
“Do aes sídhe girls look different?” I blurted in sudden self-consciousness, and he finally looked back up at me, looking startled by the question.
“Not… Why?” he asked with concern.
“You are just staring a lot,” I explained as my cheeks flushed even hotter than they already were.
“Yes, because you are beautiful,” he assured me.
“But I am different?” I pressed him.
“You are mine in a way no one ever has been before and never will be again. So yes, you are different to me,” he assured me with a patient and loving smile.
“Physically, Sage,” I growled, a little annoyed by his attempts to skirt the question, even if his words made my pulse leap with pure joy.
“Mhmm. You are softer than new petals,” he hummed, his eyes on his fingers as he stroked and circled my flesh. “Seeing you wet and swollen like this, practically begging for my cock, makes me crazy.”
Sage paused as he leaned down and sucked on my clit until my head tilted backward as I gasped.
“You taste like jasmine and honey. I could feast on you like this all night if you let me,” he assured me.
“Sage!” I tried to protest weakly. “You do know the more you evade my question, the more determined I will become for an answer?” I verified.
He sighed before looking up at me rather seriously.
“You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever touched or tasted. This is mine from now on,” he said and thrust his fingers into me more roughly as if to assert his claim. “All bodies are different, including yours, but yours is all that I have the desire to think or talk about now.”
He waited, eyes burning into me until I breathed a sigh of acceptance and nodded.
Then he returned his attention between my thighs, and he brought me to the edge so many times that I thought I would scream.
My thighs and belly were quivering, and my breasts had grown so achy that I started massaging them, pinching and pulling on my nipples to try and relieve the need.
Sage uttered a growl that rumbled deliciously against my clit when he noticed.
“No—” I began to protest when he popped off my clit, but he was already standing and lifting me off the edge of the pool with him as he got out.
I could barely catch my breath before he had me pinned to the warm stone floor.
His powerful body was suddenly between my legs and dripping water all over my oversensitized skin.
I did not usually like to be under a male or have him restrict my movement by taking my wrists in his hands.
But I trusted Sage completely.
He kissed me, and I devoured the jasmine and honey taste of myself from his mouth. He was too tall for me to line up with his cock while he was kissing me, but the feeling of his muscled body pressing me into the smooth floor was still glorious.
After a few moments of kissing me utterly breathless, Sage released my arms, leaving them limp above my head as he got to his knees between my legs.
Both of his hands pressed on my thighs to keep my legs spread wide as he looked down at me again.
He shook his head and bit his lip as his eyes moved over me hungrily.
He absorbed my body from my exposed cunt and spread thighs up my soft stomach and full breasts.
When his gaze met mine again, he wore an expression of utter veneration.
“You are breathtaking.”
I had been so focused on the reverence in his eyes that it had not fully registered that he was fully exposed to me now that we were out of the water. But it was all I could focus on suddenly when his right hand slid from my thigh and reached for his cock.
He said I was breathtaking? He was the epitome of male perfection with damp, dark hair hanging in his eyes and lips swollen from giving me pleasure. He was honed, scarred from battle, and the sculpted image of virility with powerful thighs braced on either side of my hips.
But that thick length in his hand was what really had the molten heat erupting in my veins as I watched him squeeze and pull on it.
His every slow stroke drew a sharp inhale from him and sometimes a bead of precum from the slit on his swollen head.
I glanced up to revel in the unapologetic torment and pleasure on his face.
All while his eyes stayed focused between my spread thighs where he clearly intended to plant that cock.
“Sage,” I groaned, lifting my hips up toward him in an invitation that had him shifting forward.
His free hand hit the ground next to my head as he leaned over me quickly.
His other hand continued stroking as if he could not stop touching himself once he started, and he leaned down to brush his lips against mine.
“Last first time,” he murmured, and I was surprised to hear his voice shaking a little.
Then he shifted so he could brush the broad head of his cock through my drenched slit and coat himself in my arousal.
A shameless whimper burst from me, a truly pathetic sound that I never would have expected to pass my lips, but I couldn’t muster the ability to care.
Not when the mere brush of his velvety hardness had adrenaline pulsing through me.
On another downward stroke, Sage shifted forward on one hand and his knees. His cock was deliciously thick, and it took several seconds of gentle pressure before his engorged head would breach my body. As soon as it did, pure heat throbbed through me and my skin pebbled with gooseflesh.
Sage released his breath and raised his eyes from where we were joined.
His pupils had dilated so much he looked half wild, and I thought he’d lose his composure.
But even as his face tensed with an emotion between torment and pleasure, he stayed perfectly controlled as he began slowly pushing deeper.
My hips tilted instinctively to give him a better angle to penetrate, and his lips parted along with mine once he slid in all the way to the hilt.
In my life, I’d had many different kinds of lovers and a slew of different sorts of sex, but it had never felt like that moment before. I was not sure if it was all the so-called edging or because he was my anam, or if it was just him, but it felt like coming home.
Sage hesitated, drawing in a shaky breath, and I knew he was forcing himself to stay in control and savour the feeling of being inside me for the first time. I wanted to do the same, but it was all I could do not to squirm or raise my hips to create the friction I desperately needed.
And then, finally, he shifted onto his forearms to bring us flush together, and he started to move.
It was all still achingly slow and so emotionally poignant that it brought tears to my eyes.
But gods, it felt good. Every thrust was deliberate.
Intentional. He was so fully engaged with me, our gazes never wavering from one another.
Except when he would look down to watch my mouth open in a gasp when he would give me a more forceful thrust. And then he would smile at me with so much love and adoration in his expression that it made my eyes sting.
“You feel so good, Summer,” he groaned after a few blissful moments. “Look at you taking me so good.”
I was unsure what he was doing at first when he began to shift his position higher over me.
But as he shortened and quickened his pace, I felt how the new angle now had his cock gliding over my clit with every thrust. One of his hands lowered to my hip to hold me in place as he began to fuck me more roughly.
And it was not long before the embers of my orgasm started to flare again.
I gasped in utter shock when I felt it since I had never been able to climax this way before. But with the angle, the pressure, and the pace, my body was helpless to it.
“Is this alright?” he asked me, but there was a knowing glint in his eyes as he increased the pace yet again.
“Yes! Don’t… Please don’t stop! I’m s-so… Sage, I am so fucking close,” I pleaded with him frantically.
“I know,” he groaned. “I can feel you quivering around my cock. You are ready to come apart already.”