Okay, I don’t know what “Yeah” means right now since I’ve never really given my lady parts a good look before, but I like this Gage. I like him a lot.
“So fucking wet.” His finger slides through my center slowly like he’s savoring it. “Do I make you wet, honey?”
“Yes.”Now stop toying with me and fuck me or something.
But I don’t say it. I want him to take the lead—this time, at least. Instead, I scoot a little closer, encouraging him. When I feel something begin to slide inside of me, I push up onto my elbows so I can watch him. One of his fingers is pressing in, then out. When his thumb circles my clit, my hips move to his rhythm and my body begins to thrum. A tingle starts at my center and radiates out.
“Faster,” I pant.
Gage’s hand moves faster as his mouth latches onto my breast again. God. I’m so close. Lying back, I grasp his hair and pull on it hoping he understands my urgency. “So close.”
I feel a change. His finger feels larger. Two fingers? It’s then that the orgasm hits me.
“Yes!” I cry loudly. “Yes,” I repeat but softer. I look up to see Gage gazing down at me. I lift my head and kiss him softly.
“How did that feel?” he asks sweetly.
How does he think it felt?The question makes me laugh. “Terrible.”
“Oh. Wow. Sorry.” He smirks.
Now it’s his turn. Sliding my hand down, I reach into his sweatpants and moan again. The guy is bigger than any of my vibrators. Way bigger.
Gage’s breath catches at my touch. When I stroke up and down his shaft, he chokes out, “You sure?”
“I’m sure.”
When he stands, I push up again so I can watch. With his thumbs in his waistband, he slowly slides the pants down until his erection pops free.
“Whoa.”
Gage sends me a beaming smile. “Hang on.” Just then, he turns and walks over to a dresser near the door. The sight of his perfectly round ass makes me drool. When he returns, he has a condom in his hand. Placing the gold package in his mouth, he tears it open. I watch as he places it over the head and rolls it down.
This is it.I’m about to doitwith Gage Golden.
With one knee on the bed, he grasps my ankle and holds my legs open so he can slide between my legs. I help him with my other leg, wrapping it around his waist.
“You sure, Daisy?”
“More than sure.” I want him inside me. Now.
Looking down, Gage places himself at my entrance and slowly presses in.
He’s big. Definitely very big. I hold my breath, expecting to feel pain, but that’s not what happens. By the time he’s seated all the way, I release the breath and smile. He feels good. Really,reallygood.
“Okay?” he asks, his voice sounding strained.
“Yeah.”
And then it begins. He starts off slow, in, out. When I lift my hips to meet him halfway, it must be the right thing to do because his slow in-and-out changes into hard thrusts. Wonderfully passionate thrusts.
“There,” I purr the second he hits the right spot.
“There?” he says with a pant.
“Yeah.”
With the skill of a man who’s had lots of sex, which I try not to think about, he begins to pound into me harder and in the right spot until I’m flying off into the universe. Stars are swirling around my head just as Gage moans his own release.
