Julia
I pulled my nightgown off over my head as Gage’s gorgeous body hovered over me, revealing my body to him. I was ready to give myself to him. I wanted him to have me.
I pulled my legs up to open myself to him, as his hips slid down between my thighs. I quivered in anticipation. Then, he delicately slid a finger between the wet folds of skin between my legs, spreading me open and spreading my juices around my tight entrance before pressing his head against me.
I arched my back and moaned as he entered me, pressing his thick head between my lips and slowly driving his shaft deep into me. All of the pent up desires locked deep within my body began to unwind immediately at his touch.
I gripped his arms and pulled him down to me. As she thrust inside me, pushing deeper and deeper until all of him filled all of me, the muscles on his chest and abs rubbed against my nipples, hardening them and sending quick little jolts of pleasure down throughout my body.
“Do you like that?” he asked as he stroked himself into me.
“Yes, Gage,” I moaned, arching my back and pressing my breasts against him. “Take me, Gage. Use me,” I pleaded.
I relaxed my back, letting my body melt back into the bed as he continued to fill me with his desire. I felt his throbbing pulse in his manhood as he rubbed against my inner walls. I grabbed one of his hands and pulled it over to grab one of my breasts. His large fingers rolled my nipple between them as he cupped the swell of my breast and squeezed me in his firm palm. I squeezed my other breast, pulling and twisting my nipple.
He pushed into me harder, deeper. Faster. He drove himself into me, pulling his shaft back along my tight opening and plunging it all the way in again. I tilted my hips so that the ridge on his head flicked my g-spot every time he passed it, causing my muscles to contract and squeeze his shaft as he slid back and forth in me.
I moaned and grabbed his hand on my breast, forcing him to squeeze me harder as my legs tightened against his hips, squeezing him and holding him in place while I started rocking my hips against his erection, holding him deep inside of me and rubbing my slit against the bare skin above his shaft.
My body shivered and shook beneath him.
“I’m coming for you,” I breathed, my head tilted back, my eyes closed, my breath coming in short, sharp jerks. I let go of his hands on my breasts and gripped the sheets as waves of ecstasy rolled through my body. I matched my rocking hips to their motion, forcing myself against him with each spasm of pleasure.
My breathing grew faster as I drove myself against him faster and faster.
I felt him growing harder inside of me as his orgasm crept up along his shaft. I could feel him getting closer and closer.
Then, he was out of me, stroking himself with his hand. I grabbed his girth, wrapping my thin fingers around him, and I pulled him to my mouth, taking him as deep as my inexperienced throat could handle him. My hand gripped and stroked his base while my lips and tongue slid up and down, sucking and pulling on him.
Until, at last, he exploded in my mouth, filling me with his warm, salty juice. My throat worked to swallow him as quickly as he spilled over my tongue. I drank every last warm drop of him. He jerked and shoved himself deep into my mouth, triggering my gag reflex, but I breathed deeply through my nose and relaxed my throat, fighting the sensation to reject him.
He pulled his hips away, sliding out of my mouth. I let go of him and put my hands on my stomach as he lay down next to me, wrapping an arm around my waist.
“Damn, Julia,” he said.
“It was well worth the wait,” I told him, though we hadn’t waited long at all. The tension between us made it feel like we’d waited years.
I rolled over, facing away from him, and pushed my back side up against him, pulling his arm tighter around my waist.
“Gage,” I breathed, enjoying the way his name felt sliding out of my mouth.
He kissed my shoulders. “I meant what I said,” he told me. “I’m going to take care of you.” His voice trailed off, and his breathing began to deepen as it slowed.
As I lay there, listening to his breath and feeling his chest heave against my back, it hit me what had just happened. I was in too deep now.
I ran a hand along his tattooed arm. Gage Noll was not the type of man I would normally have gone for, but there was something about him that I found irresistible.
There was also something about him that meant I was probably in even more danger now than I had been before.