I pulled back to lick along the underside, traced the prominent vein with my tongue, then took him deep again. His reactions spurred me on—the way his breathing turned ragged, the way his fingers tightened in my hair, the rough sounds he made.
"Lacey—shit—your mouth feels—" He broke off with a rough sound when I swirled my tongue around the head. "Gonna make me come if you keep—"
I doubled my efforts, wanting exactly that. Wanting to watch him lose it. But his hand tightened in my hair, tugging gently.
"Stop," he gasped. "Need to be inside you. Need—"
I pulled off with a wet sound that made him groan. "Then lie back."
He grinned at me—dangerous and heated. "Yes, ma’am."
I crawled up his body, straddling his hips, feeling him hard and hot beneath me. But before I could sink down, his hands gripped my waist, holding me still.
"Wait," he said, breathing hard. "Need to know—are you—"
"I'm clean," I said quickly. "Got tested after my ex. Haven't been with anyone since."
"Me too. Six months ago, all clear." His thumbs traced circles on my hipbones. "Birth control?"
"Pill. Don't worry." I rocked against him, and his fingers tightened. "I want to feel you. All of you. No barriers."
Something blazed in his eyes. "You're sure about this?"
"Gage." I leaned down, pressed my mouth to his. "I'm sure. Now please—"
He rolled us in one smooth motion, pinning me beneath him, settling between my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he positioned himself at my entrance.
"Look at me," he commanded.
I met his gaze, and he pushed inside.
The stretch was intense—almost too much—but so perfectlyright.No barriers between us. Just skin on skin, heat and pressure and the overwhelming fullness of him.
"Oh God," I gasped. "Gage—"
"I know." He buried his face in my neck, breathing hard. "So tight. So wet. You feel so damn perfect around me."
He started to move. Slow, deep strokes that hit exactly where I needed him. Every ridge, every inch of him dragging against my inner walls sent sparks through my nervous system. My hands slid up his back, nails digging into muscle, and he picked up the pace.
"Harder," I gasped.
"Yeah?" He shifted his angle, and suddenly he was hitting that spot inside me with every thrust. "Like that?"
"Yes—God, Gage, don't stop—"
"Never stopping." He leaned down to capture my mouth in a bruising kiss. "Never getting enough of you. Feeling you bare like this—fuck, Lacey—"
One hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise, the other slid between us to find my clit. I was already close, the dual sensation overwhelming. The slick slide of him inside me, no latex dulling the sensation, just the hot velvet steel of him—it was too much and not enough all at once.
"That's it. Wanna feel you come around me. Wanna feel you squeeze me tight."
His words, his touch, the relentless rhythm of his hips—it was too much.
"Gage—I'm—oh God—"
"Do it. Come for me."
The second orgasm slammed into me even harder than the first. I shattered beneath him, clenching around him, and I felt everything—every pulse, every throb, every inch of him as my body gripped him tight.
