God, I will never tire of this. I will never get tired of his weight on top of me and his strength surrounding me. Really, I know I will never get tired of him.
“Sage,” I breathe out as his mouth leaves mine to travel down over my jaw, my throat, and then my chest, where he drags the lacy material aside so he can pull one taut nipple between his lips. Feeling his teeth scrape over the hard tip, “Yes” leaves my lips, and my legs wrap tighter around his hips.
“Wet.” His breath blows across my nipple as his fingers slide between my legs over the lace there, causing my hips to jerk.
“Yes,” I agree. But I’m not just wet. I’m drenched, and he hasn’t even really touched me yet. Kissing across my chest, he sucks my neglected nipple through the lace, sending a whole new sensation through my body, which causes my neck to arch and my nails to scrape across the smooth skin of his back. “Holy cow,” I pant as his fingers run between my legs again and his teeth pull my nipple, causing a sharp burst of pleasure to shoot straight to my clit. “I need you,” I say, and his mouth leaves my breast and his eyes meet mine. “Please.”
At my plea, he leans back out of my grasp and flips me to my belly. “Up on your knees.”
“Wh—” My words are cut off as he suddenly pulls me up to my knees, and then he’s behind me and his mouth is on me. “Oh.” My head drops to the bed, and my arms slide out in front of me as he feasts. There is no other way to describe what he’s doing to me. His mouth is everywhere while his hands hold me open to the most exquisite torture of my life. Feeling a knot begin to form in the pit of my stomach, I moan and twist my head side-to-side, trying to fight it back. I want to come, but I know when I do it’s going to wreck me.
“Let go,” he demands against my pussy, and I shake my head. “Fucking let go,” he growls, pinching my clit, and I do. I let go and my body rocks forward as one of the most intense orgasms of my life washes through me, sending me to the stars. Completely spent and seeing white lights dance behind my closed eyelids, I whimper when he flips me to my back. “Again,” he says, burying his face between my legs once more. He licks me from top to bottom, and my legs tighten around his ears and my hands move to hold onto his head.
My clit is sensitive, too sensitive.
“Sage,” I beg, but he ignores me, licking me again before circling my clit and pulling it into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. My hips jerk and I try to get away, but he grabs my ass, pulling me deeper into his mouth. Oh, God, I didn’t think it was possible, but I know that once again I’m going to come, and come hard. “Sage.” My legs start to shake then he’s there, over me and slamming into me so hard that my breath leaves on a whoosh and my orgasm that was building detonates, sending me screaming his name as I come, clutching him with every part of me.
“Fuck,” he growls as his mouth lands on mine. Tasting myself on his tongue, I whimper against his.
Running my hands down the smooth skin of his back to his ass, I hold on to him, feeling his muscles contract every time he slams into me, and then he jerks my leg up over his arm. It changes the angle, causing him to hit something inside of me that I didn’t even know existed. “I—”
“Do not fucking come until I tell you,” he growls against my mouth as my muscles start to contract around his hard length.
“Sage….”
“We come together this time.”
My legs start to shake and “Oh, God” leaves my mouth as I lean up, tucking my face against his chest.
“Look at me.”
“Sage!”
“Look at me,” he says, and my head falls back and my eyes meet his then close from the intensity in his gaze.
“Goddammit, Kim, open your eyes,” he growls, slowing his thrusts, which causes the inferno that had been building inside me to turn into a slow burn.
“Keep your eyes on mine.” He picks up the tempo and begins pounding into me harder as he holds my gaze. Dropping my leg from his arm, he leans forward and wraps his hand around my jaw as his thick length fills me. “This is us.”
My eyes pull from his and I try to hide the fear that is suddenly overwhelming me. I should have told him. I should have told him before this, and now it’s too late. He’s once again clawed his way deep inside me, and I know I won’t be able to get over the wounds from the loss of him this time.