Cradling her face in my hands, I kiss her lips once. I wait for her to pull away, as she probably should after what I’ve put her through. But she doesn’t. My heart leaps from my chest and I lean down and kiss her again. Her lips are fervent now, pressing firmly against mine. She lets out a little groan, and it awakens a primal urge deep inside of me.
I place my hand at the back of her head and walk her toward the side of the building next to us. I take my time kissing her lips, exploring her mouth with my tongue, tasting her desire that I’ve missed for far too many months.
Now that I’ve said what I’ve been ashamed of out loud, a new fear grips me. I don’t want to lose her. She has taken a hold of my heart and I feel as though I can’t breathe.
“I want you, Sage,” I whisper when I finally find my breath.
“I want you, too,” she whispers back.
I grab her hand and we walk five blocks back to my apartment. We don’t say a word, but my thumb caresses her hand the whole time and I sneak glances at her at every intersection.
When we get to my building, we rush inside the elevator and wait for the doors to close. She throws her body onto mine, her lavender fragrance wrapping itself around me. My fingers diginto her soft curves as they press against the hard ridges of my hips. I’m ready for her, with only a kiss.
The elevator doors open and I fumble for the keys to my apartment. Her hands are on my back and then my backside and I turn around and she has the naughtiest grin on her face.
“God, you’re incredible,” I tease and she laughs.
Inside, I lock the door and pull her back into my arms. Our lips meet without hesitation and my heart pounds as though I’ve run a mile.
My fingers rake through her hair, the soft curls coiling along my wrists like fragile chains.
We stumble toward my bedroom, knocking frames on the walls along the way. We kick off our shoes, and I shuck off my pants, all without breaking free from her touch. Our arms are around one another, even if we give space to remove each other’s clothing.
She stands in front of me naked, and my throat seizes.
“You’re even more beautiful than I remember,” I whisper.
Her pink nipples harden either from my words or from the chill in the room. I bend to take one in my mouth. Her head falls back and she groans in pleasure. I don’t make a sound, but my body reacts all the same.
The last time I made love to Sage, we were out by the falls, and a part of me was afraid we’d be discovered. Now, inside my bedroom, with the world outside, I take my time exploring every inch of her smooth skin. I inhale every part of her body, burying my nose between her thighs.
Her groans grow louder as my tongue teases the lips of her entrance. I press further into her folds and find the tender bud up top. I flick it with my tongue and Sage teeters.
Rising to my feet, I pick her up and carry her to the bed. Moving back to my knees, I pull her legs to the edge of the bed. She drops her head back against the pillow and sighs.
There’s no better feeling than knowing I’m pleasuring my woman. There’s no greater height than moving my tongue in a circular rhythmic motion until her hips buck up and she screams out in pleasure.
Fuck.
I tamper down my own desire because I don’t want to come too soon, and definitely not before I feel her around me again.
Crawling beside her onto the bed, I smile as I revel in her afterglow. Her hair is wild around her face and across my white satin bedsheets.
I caress her cheek with the back of my fingers and she closes her eyes. When she opens them again, there’s a look behind them that grabs a hold of my heart. The look squeezes as though it wants to transform me into something I’ve never been before. Someone I want to be but never thought I could. It gives me hope and scares me all at once.
I kiss her so I don’t have to think about it too much. I just want to feel. I want to feel her and consume every warmth her body is willing to give me.
Sage inhales and pushes me back onto the bed. “My turn,” she whispers as she straddles her thighs around me. Her soft fingers curl around my rigid cock and it takes every ounce of self-control not to come.
Her breasts are pert and round, and I take the time to survey every inch of her. My eyes land on every beauty mark, every indention, and land on the mole on her hip. My thumb circles it, and the movement ignites her. It’s as though I’ve pressed a button that turned Sage on. I smile at my analogy, wondering if that would work in the future as well.
“What’s so funny?” she asks as she inches her way onto my cock.
My smile falls and I grit my teeth instead. “Absolutely nothing,” I say. Then, she sinks her bottom down and we bothgroan from the pleasure of it. Her body tightens around me, and I pant from holding myself back.
She rocks back and forth, her breasts bouncing and her hips gyrating. It is the most exotic thing I’ve ever seen. Sage Summers is a dream, and I don’t ever want to wake up.
My thumb finds her clit and I circle it slowly. She drops her head back, her hair falling behind her shoulders. She is like a goddess in complete control of herself and me. I am at her mercy, only wanting to bring her pleasure again.
