He set a bottle on the top that looked like a pear-shaped hand soap dispenser, and I frowned slightly as he squirted some liquid into his palm.
He spread the fragrant oil onto my back and shoulders, kneading with a gentle, even pressure and I groaned in pleasure.
“Oh, my God, that’s amazing,” I moaned, and he chuckled at me.
“Just relax,” he murmured, and it was hard not to when he touched me like that.
I closed my eyes and sank into the candlelight and the warmth of his body over mine as he eased his hands over my back and the soreness from my muscles. The accident had been over a week ago and while I had thought I was fine? Yeah, not so much. I was discovering whiplash was a subtle, sneaky bitch.
I hummed out in pleasure and sighed in relief as he eased his hands over my body. I had no doubt in my mind that this was going to lead to sex. I was already growing wet, tingling at the apex of my thighs, my ass rising slightly as he teased out knots and eased out stiffness from around my spine.
“You’re spoiling me,” I crooned, and he chuckled darkly.
“You deserve a little spoiling; you’ve been through a lot.”
“It’s a good Christmas present,” I whispered. “Thank you.”
“Mm, this is only the first one,” he said, laying over me, sheltering me with his body. He reached back into the drawer and removed a condom and I laughed slightly, squirming a little beneath him with anticipation.
I listened to him tear open the foil packet as he sat on the backs of my thighs, pinning me to the bed. I listened to him roll the condom down his hard length as I writhed slightly beneath him, the anticipation driving me wild.
He grabbed one of the pillows from the head of his bed and kneeled up, pulling back on my hip gently with his hand, directing me that I should too. I went to my hands and knees, stretching like a cat and he stuffed the pillow under the front of my pelvis.
“Lie back down,” he ordered, and it was just enough to prop me up, my pussy feeling open and exposed, the feeling deliciously dirty, sexy and base. I wanted him inside me so badly, I gripped the top of the mattress as he found my opening with the crown of his sheathed cock and I hissed as he pressed his way in.
“Keep your legs together, baby. I’ll go slow.”
“Mm!” I arched low, rolling my hips back to take him deeper, and he laid a sharp, stinging slap on my ass.
“Oh, God, Sage!” I cried, my pussy throbbing around him. That felt good!
“You like that?” he asked, rubbing a hand over the print he surely left on my flesh, soothing the sting away to a nice warm glow.
“Uh-huh,” I gasped.
“You want more?” he asked.
“More of you, yeah!”
He gripped my hips and thrust in hard, and I practically yowled with pleasure. He’d been slowly but surely testing my limits and I found that so far? I had a taste for everything he’d done so far. I especially liked it when he forgot himself, and I wasn’t above begging for it harder or faster anymore.
He collapsed over me and gently bit the shell of my ear before growling into it, “You want me to make love to you, or you want me to fuck you?”
Oh, God… “Both,” I rasped. “Both is good.”
He chuckled darkly and gathered up my hair, gripping it savagely and whispered, “That’s my girl. That’s my good girl.” He levered himself up, driving himself deeper into my wet and waiting heat, his other hand going to my shoulder to give himself that last little bit of extra leverage he needed to really drive into me.
I raised my hips, thrusting them back to meet his punishing strokes, loving the sweet, exquisite agony of him bottoming out against my cervix. I wasn’t always in the mood for rowdy sex like this, but when the mood did strike me? Hello.
He fucked me, both of us panting, both of us gasping, the warm golden glow of orgasm filling my womb, threatening to spill over through the rest of my body. My nipples tightened, my pussy, too, my clit scraping maddeningly against the covers and I bit my bottom lip.
I wanted it. I wanted it so bad, but it sure took it’s sweet time to build. I felt like I was maddeningly slow to fill with that light, a slow climb into the sky, like a roller coaster, clacking to the top of a long drop, and the moment I reached the top, that agonizing realization that this was it, that I was going to take that plunge – oh how it took forever for that moment to be over. How I stayed on that precipice, gasping, inarticulately crying out in frustration, thinking it was never going to tip and how sweet the fall.
I cried out, arching up as Sage drove into me that final time, like his cock was the key to throw open the lock on the door that was shut tight on that beautiful golden light that came blasting through that newly opened portal, scorching every single one of my nerve endings with beautiful, exquisite, agony.
I heard Sage cry out above me, both of his hands at my shoulders now, pulling back on me as he thrust in as far as he could go plus that little bit more, touching off a whole new tsunami of rapture through me.
We both collapsed, panting to the bed, Sage over the top of me, pressing kisses gently to the vanilla and lavender scent riding my skin from the massage oil he’d used.
“Oh, God,” I gasped. “Oh, God, you feel so good!”
“Fuck, baby, so do you,” he growled against my skin, nipping me lightly with his teeth. I gave a throaty gasp, shivered beneath him, and died just that little bit more in his arms. His loving embrace brought me right back to life every time.
24
Sage…
We lay in bed, the evening drawing on into night, her back pressed to the front of my body as I curled around her, holding her to me. She whimpered slightly in her sleep and writhed against me, pushing her perfect round bottom into my cock and I swear it was like catnip for my dick which sprang instantly to life, ready to go.
I smiled and kissed her shoulder, working my way in, along the gentle sloping curve, climbing that mountain to the sweet spot in the side of her neck. She gasped, groggily, coming awake as my fingertips found her clit, slipping between the folds at the top of her sex, teasing that little kernel of bliss to life.
“Oh, oh wow,” she muttered breathlessly, as I dry humped her pretty little ass and continued to tease her pussy to life. I wanted her wet and wanting. I wanted her to beg me for more. I wanted her supplication, her trust, and I wanted her to want me so bad, she nearly wept with the need for me to be inside her.
I was a cruel, cruel bastard like that – relishing in her anticipation, delighting in denying her until I couldn’t deny myself any longer. I turned her onto her back and she looked up at me, eyes heavy lidded with desire, bottom lip trapped between her teeth as I went for another condom.
I rolled it on. I didn’t even remember tearing open the packet, and then I got between her thighs and stroked deep, slipping my dick up inside my woman with perfect precision until I was all the way in.
“So good,” she half gasped, crooning in my ear, and I loved beyond measure that I could please her.
I loved her slowly, intentionally, this time. Going easy on her in her sleepy, languid state. She moved with such liquid grace beneath me, and not for the first time, I wondered at her being my woman.
I teased her from the outside with the pad of my thumb at the same time I teased her from the inside with my cock. Still, I kept the pressure light and even, going easy on her, drawing this out for as long as possible.