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This must be what heaven is like…

The stars watched over them like a blessing, steam rising around their joined bodies, and for a long, perfect stretch of time there was nothing but heat, trust, and the sweet ache of everything they were finally allowing themselves to feel.

“Sage…Sage…”

“Yes, baby…I’ve got you”

Sage rocked gently in Cal’s lap, his thick, heavy cock trapped between their slick bodies, pulsing against her soft belly with every slow roll of her hips. The hot spring water lapped at her waist, warm and silky, while the light spilled down like liquid silver, painting every droplet on his broad chest and turning the steam into glowing mist. His big hands were learning her — tentative at first, then surer — continuing to cup her heavy breasts and gently brush reverently over her pierced nipples until they tightened into aching peaks.

God, he’s so careful with me… like I might break. Or he’s afraid he will…

She kissed him deeper, her tongue sliding against his, tasting the faint sweetness of hot chocolate still on his lips. His breath hitched every time she ground down, and the low, stunned sounds rumbling from his chest made her pussy throb with need.

He’s never done this. Never felt a woman’s skin on his. Never loved…and he’s giving it all to me.

The thought sent a rush of fierce protectiveness through her, even as a tiny, old whisper of insecurity tried to creep in — What if I’m too much? Too broken? Too hungry? She shoved it away. This was them.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” she whispered against his mouth, guiding one of his hands lower until his palm rested on the generous curve of her ass. “Just feel me. I love how you touch me… like I’m yours.”

Cal groaned softly, fingers flexing, pulling her closer. His cock twitched hard between them, the thick head nudging just beneath her breasts, already leaking steadily in the warm water. Sage wrapped her hand around as much of his impressive girth as she could, stroking slowly from base to tip, feeling every vein, every throb. The sheer size of him — hot, velvet-steel — made her mouth water.

So fucking big… and so hard for me.

She kept kissing him, slow and filthy-sweet, her hand working him in long, slick strokes beneath the water’s surface. Steam curled around their faces. Moonlight caught the tension in his jaw, the way his eyes fluttered half-closed in overwhelmed pleasure. Every time her thumb swirled over the sensitive head, he jerked and moaned into her mouth, hips twitching up instinctively.

Look at you, my shy giant… falling apart already and we’ve barely started.

Pride swelled in her chest, warm and bright.

After long, delicious minutes, Sage pulled back just enough to rest her forehead against his. Their breaths mingled in the silvered mist. She searched his face — flushed, eyes dark with lust and love and that sweet edge of uncertainty — and felt her heart crack open wider.

“Cal…baby…” she murmured, voice husky. “I’m going to do something now. Tell me to stop if it’s too much, okay? Promise me.”

He swallowed hard, nodding, one big hand coming up to cradle the back of her head like she was something precious. “I trust you, princess”

Sage smiled, soft and trembling with want. She kissed down his chest, slow and deliberate — lips brushing over old scars, tongue tracing the line of hair down his stomach. As she slid lower in the water, settling on her knees between his spread thighs on the smooth stone, his massive cock rose proud from the surface, glistening and flushed dark in the moonlight.

God, okay… first time I’ve ever wanted this.

She looked at Cal who had his eyes closed and was breathing fast. His hands held the edge of the pool as if he was getting ready to flee.

Not today my loving grizzly. I’m taking care of you now.

Sage brushed the wet strands of hair from her face and studied his throbbing length. A bead of milky liquid glistened at the tip, the flushed head trembling. Her hands moved lower, gently cupping his heavy balls, feeling them twitch in pleasure and anticipation. A heady rush of femininity and power filled her.

Okay…just like Isabelle said — worship, not perform. No rushing, no pressure. He’s never had this… and I’m not going to fuck it up. Slow and loving…

She looked up at him through her lashes, heart hammering with a mix of nerves and raw hunger and said, “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long…”

Then she leaned in and pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the leaking tip.

Oh!

Her tongue licked the head slowly as Cal hissed in pleasure.

Hmm, I guess daddy likes it, she thought hungrily.

She leaned in and took the swollen head into her mouth.