Luckily I didn’t have to repeat myself again, his lips crashed down to mine as if he could devour me whole. It was different from kissing Owen, for one Gage’s beard scratched my face. For two, Owen had been gentle and tentative—Gage’s kiss was aggressive and seeking, like he was searing himself into my soul with the intensity of it. I was pulled flush against his chest as he licked at my bottom lip, imploring me for entry which I readily granted with a little moan and our tongues entwined.
My inner-self was cheering and I swear little lights were bursting behind my eyelids as Gage tilted my head backwards so that he could deepen the kiss. I was basically hanging backwards in his arms at this point.
“More.” I murmured against his lips, not quite knowing what I was asking for but seeking more of the tingling sensation that was beginning to warm my body.
Unfortunately for me this made him pause, me and my big mouth.
“We should slow down a bit.” Gage responded, beginning to move away but I was having none of that, I buried my fingers in his hair and tugged him in for another kiss.
“No slowing down.” I scolded, panting when we finally broke apart again. I knew my lips were probably red and swollen and Gage’s pupils had become dilated. Gage sighed and cupped my face in his hands, his hazel eyes looking into my own.
“Are you sure? Do you know what you are asking for?”
I thought about that for a moment. Was I sure? The past few weeks made me realize just how much I had put my life on hold while waiting for Link. I loved him but I’d kept myself from feeling… well everything. It had taken Gage, and Ric and Owen to make me realize that I was lonely. And yes Dominic and Leon too—even if they weren’t always thrilled with my presence.
Cecelia’s words from the gala floated through my mind again: Be flexible.
Did I still want to find Link and be with him? Yes. Those feelings hadn’t changed. But I also knew that there was a place in my heart for the gentle giant that I was currently straddling. He was gentle and protective and everything that I was looking for if I had to pick an alpha. Would this be a seriously bad idea later on? Maybe. But for now I wanted to be flexible.
“I’m asking for you to be with me. All of me. I don’t know how far this will lead but I’m tired of always waiting for someone else to start my life for me. I like you, Gage, a lot. I’m sure you get that all the time but I just wanted to make that clear.”
I was babbling again and luckily Gage seemed to realize that quickly because his lips crashed down onto mine, effectively silencing me. This time his kiss was slow and languid and I gasped as his teeth grazed my lower lip.
Our hands began to explore each other in a way that they hadn’t before. Gage had rubbed my back and ran his hands through my hair before, but now his warm fingers snaked under my tank top and up my spine, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.
“Shirt, off.” I demanded tugging at the hem of Gage’s t-shirt. He gave a rumbling chuckle and obliged, pulling the shirt over his head and tossing it in the corner of the nest. Gage’s shirtless chest was a sight to behold. Brown hair covered his chest and curled down into what I once heard Tibby refer to as a ‘bunny trail’ into the waistband of his pajama pants. I ran my hands over it, finding the curls to be soft and not too wiry.
Gage grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the flesh of my palm, “Do I pass inspection?”
“With flying colors.” I assured him and grabbed the hem of my tanktop and pulled it over my head before I could lose my nerve. My sports bra followed and both joined Gage’s shirt in the corner.
“What about me?” I teased as his eyes took me in, grazing the curve of my breast and my waist. His warm hands, which were previously resting on my thighs, moved up as he tentatively caressed my left breast. I didn’t have the biggest breasts ever—Tibby definitely had me beat in that category—but by the way he was testing the weight on them in his palm I didn’t think he minded.
“Absolutely beautiful.” Was all Gage said as he leaned forward and placed his mouth around my nipple, withdrawing a gasp from me. That was a new sensation, holy crap. His teeth grazed the tip of my nipple before his tongue lapped and then he repeated the process, his other hand massaged the flesh around the sensitive tip. I’d played with my breasts before during my heats—masturbating was the only thing that could ease the pain when I was in the thick of it after all—but this was a completely new sensation that sent shocks down my body and left me a little bit breathless.
I leaned onto Gage with a little whimper as he switched breasts and began to give attention to my other breast. I could feel the hardness of his erection through his pajama pants and my hips jerked a bit as he nibbled on my nipple and I rubbed against his length, causing both of us to groan.
“I’m not going to last very long if you do that, love.” Gage growled in my ear and I felt myself slick at the gravel in his voice. The scent of my arousal wafted up between us and I watched Gage’s expression change from a low burning heat into an inferno. There was no going back now.
We quickly got rid of the rest of our clothes and I sat on my knees in front of Gage, naked. A tiny bit of nervousness seemed to settle in the pit of my stomach: I’d never been naked in front of a man before.
Gage was huge, his shoulders and chest showed just how much Gage took care of himself, the hard planes of his chest were defined underneath his chest hair and his hips were tapered off into a pair of powerful thighs. The black and white tattoos that were on his hands and forearms continued up his chest and curled around his back and I realized that they ended in a pair of dark angel wings. He was like a wet dream come to life. I was also right about the bunny trail of hair, it led from his chest down to the dark hair curled out his cock. His erection, now that it was free from the confines of his pants, stood proudly in front of him. I’d seen penises in porn, I wasn’t completely naive to what they looked like. But what I wasn’t prepared for was the slick that seemed to be weeping out of my body and my mouth watering at the sight of it. It was long and thick with a big vein running up the side and tapered off into a slender head that was an angry red. A droplet of liquid seeped out of the end and I had to fight with myself not to lean forward and lick it off of the tip.
Gage’s warm hands encircled my thighs and he nudged them apart so that I was kneeling in front of him, up on my knees.
“I need to prepare you so that it won’t hurt.” Right now his voice seemed to permanently be a growl that made me want to snuggle under his chin where the growl was coming from and never leave. His fingers smoothed down into the apex of my thighs and in between the lips of my pussy before one finger slid inside the wetness.
With his free hand Gage moved my hand down to join his in between my thighs, “Show me how you like to be touched love, don’t be shy.” I used my hand over his like someone teaching another how to play the piano and moved his fingers inside of my slick. Using his pointer finger I brushed it past my clit and breathily moaned as shocks of pleasure traveled through my body.
Gage swallowed my moan with another kiss as I used him to pleasure myself. When he slipped his middle finger inside of me I bit his bottom lip and cried out. It wasn’t uncomfortable—I’d used toys during my heat. But it was warm as he wiggled his finger before easily sliding a second one inside.
“You’re so wet.” Gage seemed marveled by it as he pressed another kiss against my mouth as he pistoned his fingers in and out of my body, I took over with my clit flicking the sensitive flesh with my pointer finger as Gage deepened the angle of his fingers. I could feel my orgasm building like a shaken can of soda and began to move away from Gage who pulled me back towards him, “No, come for me love.”
He didn’t need to ask me twice, I returned my finger back to my clit and Gage continued the pace of his fingers, scissoring them inside of me. All too suddenly I was gasping and shuddering around him as my orgasm hit me like a bag of bricks. My legs tensed underneath me and I melted into his chest, feeling like jelly.
After a few moments of catching my breath I was finally able to speak again, “Wow.” Was all I could say and was rewarded with a chuckle as he gathered me in his arms and leaned back against the pillows.
“Do you want to stop here?” He asked, sounding as if that was the last thing he wanted to do.
