“What are you doing?” His deep words are full of playful curiosity.
“Can I touch you too?”
“You can do whatever you want to me.”
He takes a hand off my throat to help me undo his pants, almost breaking his zipper with the fervor to get it undone. He lifts his hips while I’m still seated on his lap, and the fingers of his other hand are still deep inside me. I can feel his clothing rustle, and when he sits down again, his warm, hard cock presses against my back. I can feel the barbells of his Jacob’s Ladder as they touch my skin.
I’ve never been with someone who has piercingsthere.Then again, there are a lot of things I’ve done with Gage that I’ve never done before. I wouldn’t say I’m inexperienced, but he’s certainly opening me up to a whole new world. A reality of passion I had always craved but didn’t know how to ask for. Or maybe I’d never found someone I trusted enough, desired enough to explore with.
I reach around and close my hand gently over his cock.
“Oh, shit.” Gage drops his head on my shoulder.
I move my hand up and down in a controlled rhythm, grazing over each rung. His legs clench underneath mine, hips rolling as I get comfortable with my actions.
He kisses up my neck, his breath blowing harsh against the skin as I work him over, and his own hand starts to move again between my thighs.
He circles his wrist as his palm presses against my clit. I squeeze his dick in response and moan. His forehead presses against my temple, and he whimpers in my ear.
Can you pass out from sheer horniness? Because Gagewhimperingin my ear may just take me out.
“Show me your hand.” The words are said through gritted teeth.
I lift my free hand, but he shakes his head. “The other one.”
I pull my hand from his dick and hold it up in front of us.
“Spit on it.”
Spit?I am alady!
His palm closes around my throat, guiding our lips together, breathing each other in without touching.
“I said spit.”
Okay, I guess I’m also the kind of lady easily swayed by Gage Heart, because I spit on my hand. Gage smashes his lips against mine and pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. “Good girl. Now touch me again.”
I close my hand around him again, easily sliding up and down now.
“Oh, fuuuuck.” Gage’s hand slips from my throat to my dress, pulling the material aside so both my breasts are exposed now. He pinches my nipple, twisting it between his fingers, then sucks a thumb into his mouth before flicking it over me quickly, mirroring his speed with the way he fucks two fingers inside me.
My legs start to shake, and I want more. I want it harder. Deeper. Faster. Things I wouldn’t have been brave enough to vocalise before, but with Gage, it’s different.
“Faster.” I gasp.
Immediately, his hand moves faster between my legs. My heart gallops with the way he follows my instruction.
“Harder,” I beg.
He growls against my neck and locks me tighter against his chest as his hand thrusts harder. I twist my wrist as I match his speed and jerk him up and down.
We move together, leaning our weight against the other as if we both need it. The want in our bodies, banishing the resistance in our minds, making way for the beautiful simplicity of simply yearning for another.
My hand grips Gage’s cock tighter.
“Isabelle,” he whispers.
I reach my hand behind his neck, closing my eyes as I feel my stomach clench and coil on the brink of release.
