“You’re such a fucking smartass.” I claimed her mouth in a biting, bruising kiss that left us both breathless. And still, neither of us moved below the waist.
We nipped and lapped at each other, deepening the kiss while her pussy warmed my cock. When her hips threatened to rock on their own accord, I released the armrests to grip them tightly and hold her still.
“Not yet,” I said with a strangled breath. Every part of me wanted to fuck her hard. To be rough and ruthless as I searched for my own release. But this felt good. This was better.
Sage felt it too. The anticipation and excitement on her face said it all.
“You like it when I hold your dick like this?”
I nodded.
The warm, velvety friction of her walls wrapping around my shaft without doing anything else was a new sensation that had me hanging on by a thread. Her walls gripped me, clenching once.
“I’ll let you soak in my pussy until you’re ready to fuck me, okay?”
My breath came in ragged, shallow pants now, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. There’d be marks there by morning. I nodded again.
“Shh… Slow, deep breaths.” Sage brushed sweat-damp hair from my forehead, her hand resting on my cheek as she gazed at me. “You’ve got this. You can wait a little longer. Here—”
She arched her back, careful not to tilt the angle of her hips too much, and guided a nipple to my mouth. I lunged forward, sucking her in with relish, my tongue flicking rapidly over her stiff bud as I let out a primal sound that didn’t sound like myself at all. Her pussy pulsed tightly around me a few times, her wetness coating my thighs as things got too hot for either of us to hold out on.
“Now,” Sage whispered into my hair, and that one word was like a song from the gods.
My hands still on her hips, I flipped her onto her back with my cock still buried deep inside. The chair rocked dangerously beneath us, creaking as I shifted to pull out of her. But not all the way. My tip stayed gripped in the fluttering clench of her entrance.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I said, the heat of my climax already creeping along my lower back.
Sage sank her nails into my ass cheeks. “I said ‘now’.”
And I thrust into her so hard the chair swayed with the force of it. Then I pulled out and did it again. And again. I fucked her hard and dirty, our skin slapping together each time we made contact, her cries of ecstasy filling the tattoo booth in a rising staccato the closer we veered to the point of no return. The need in me throbbed, actually hurt, from holding back. With a growl I drove into her, pushing all that shit aside.
Where my eyes were fixed on the passion moving over Sage’s face, hers were locked on where our bodies met. She watched my dick disappear into her pussy every time, and every time it did, she’d moan louder than the one before.
“That’s it,” she said through clenched teeth. “Don’t stop.”
Her hand floated down between us, two fingers finding her clit.
“Oh, God.”
She stroked herself with a vigorous pace to match my own, working her clit as hard as I was fucking her. Soon I had her squirming under me, delirious under the onslaught of pleasure taking over her body. Each of my thrusts pushed deeper into the pulsing sheath of her pussy, her juices making the motion fast and easy.
The warmth in my back and the backs of my thighs snapped tight, curling my toes as I headed right into my climax. I pushed into her one last time, burying myself as deep as her pussy would take me, and that’s where I blew my load. Sage followed right after, shuddering with me as our bodies tensed up together. A series of whimpers and moans flowed out of her, punctuated by a grunt from me as her pussy clamped down, milking my cock for every last drop. The orgasmic feedback loop between us seemed to go on forever, until my cum had turned into a weak trickle.
I dropped my head and showered her neck and shoulders with smoldering kisses, leaving my dick inside her while I did. When I looked up, she gazed at me with that freshly fucked-out, disheveled look that damn near broke my heart.
“Was that okay?”
Sage managed a slight smile, then lifted her shoulder in an attempted shrug. “It’ll have to do, I guess.”
I laughed softly, taking her mouth again in a heated kiss, my tongue plunging in without waiting. Her pussy clenched again, and my limp dick slid out of her, making us both groan at the same time.
Dropping to my side next to her, Sage moved so I could press in close. Her body curled against mine, and I allowed myself to sink into it, to let the quiet settle around us. The faint scent of her—sweat, coffee, and something distinctly Sage—clung to me. I’d chase it down for weeks if I had to.
She shifted against me, tentative, like she wasn’t sure if saying what she wanted might break something fragile between us.
“I… I’m going to miss you,” she muttered, voice low enough that I had to tilt my head to catch it.
I smiled, twisting my fingers in hers just to draw it out. “Miss me? You hate that touchy feely crap.”
