At this moment, I want nothing more than for him to slam inside me.
Gage pushes me to my back, rolls on top of me, and I think… this is it. I need him inside me now, and he’s going to give it to me. Instead, he presses a hand into the mattress and rises above me. His shadowy outline seems monstrous, and while I can’t see his facial features, I feel the burn of his eyes as he looks down at my darkened form.
He slides a hand down my stomach, between my legs, and touches me like a man who knows how to make a woman scream.
“Jenna,” he murmurs.
“Yes,” I gasp as he sinks a finger inside me.
“Are you on birth control?”
Two fingers. I moan and lose my mind.
“Are you?” he asks.
“Am I what?” I gasp as his fingers graze along my clit again.
Gage chuckles. “On birth control? I’ve got condoms, but… honestly, I want my skin against yours. If we’re safe, I want to feel all of you.”
“Safe?” I mutter, unable to concentrate.
His hand disappears, and it shakes me out of my stupor. Gage kisses me swiftly, rubs his nose along mine. “I’ve been tested for STDs, and I’m negative. We have to do it for our team physicals, and I’ve always had protected sex. So I’m safe in that respect, but I very much can get you pregnant, so…”
“I’m currently on the Pill to regulate my periods,” I rush to assure him. “And I always used condoms with Paul…”
“Don’t want to know the details about him,” he cuts me off.
“I’ve always been safe, but I’ve never been tested.” My face flushes hot over this conversation. “Shit, this is embarrassing, but I was only ever with Paul, and it was always protected.”
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Gage croons, brushing his lips against mine. “It’s a conversation everyone should have. Not overly romantic, I’ll give you that. It’s just that… I don’t want anything between us. I want every piece of you.”
It could later be argued that this was the point I fell in love with Gage Heyward. His proclamation that he wants to feel every part of me, much the way he touched my imperfect skin, made me feel that I belong fully to him.
My answer is given by touch as my hand drifts down and wraps around his thick shaft. Gage groans as I squeeze and stroke. “I don’t want anything between us either.”
Then there’s nothing but beauty. His mouth on mine, his fingers back between my legs, the heat of him in my hand.
Gage covers me, spreads my legs, and pushes into me gently. It’s dark in the room, but I see stars. Beautiful, blinding stars caused by pleasure that is so great, I want to weep from joy.
“You feel so good, Jenna.” Gage’s voice is reverent, almost mystified. “Never going to get tired of this.”
He moves inside me, hips flexing deep as he continues to kiss me. His hands are everywhere… in my hair, along my neck, my breasts, my back. He touches perfect skin and marred skin and I can’t distinguish the difference anymore.
It all feels so good.
I raise my knees, spread my legs a little wider, and he settles in deeper.
Ragged breaths and whispers and even dirty words… all of it sends me spinning with pleasure, completely out of control. My orgasm starts to brew, and I gasp as he thrusts in deep. “I’m so close, Gage.”
“Me too,” he grunts, slamming into me again, over and over.
Gage presses his face into my neck, and I wrap my arms around him and hang on as he fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before.
Not ever.
I cry out hoarsely as my orgasm slams into me, my body bucking against him. “Yes,” he growls in triumph, tunneling in deep one last time as he growls out his release. “Oh fuck, Jenna.” His head rises, only to fall back so our foreheads touch. His entire body shakes, and I wrap my legs all the way around his back, pulling him close.
Gage shudders in my arms as my muscles contract around him. It seems to rumble on forever as I pant through the intense pleasure.
Rolling to the side, Gage takes me with him, but his hand goes to the back of my leg to keep me pressed tight. He stays planted inside me, wrapping strong arms around me. Pressing his lips to the top of my head, he mutters, “Jesus… I came so hard, I thought my heart stopped.”
I giggle and snuggle into him. “My toes are tingling.”
Gage chuckles, nuzzling the side of my head. “There’s definitely one part of me that’s tingling.”
We both laugh before falling into an easy silence as our bodies settle and our breathing slows.
And I realize Gage’s hand is stroking my back. I hadn’t even noticed as I was so relaxed.