Breaking the kiss, she sexily mutters against my lips. “Make love to me.”
Not having to tell me twice, I trail a river of warm, loving kisses across her jaw, nipping it just slightly before I move down her neck. I suck and nibble, guiding myself down, to her collarbone, laving the delicate bone greedily. With my thick tongue, I lavish her silken skin; just before I slide lower, I sink my teeth in, marking her flesh. Generating an echoing pleasure cry to erupt from my Angel’s lungs as her body jerks under me, grating her hips harder against my thick, dripping cock.
Running my tongue over her fresh mark one last time, I trace the path down between her breasts. Curling my fingers around the V-neckline of her dress, I release her breasts completely, to feast my eyes and mouth on.
“Oh,” she coos, pushing her chest outward.
“I’m going to suck your sexy pink nipples.” I darkly explain and hear her gasp. She must like my dirty fucking mouth. Good! Maybe she’ll like this too.
I nip the tiniest bites up the side of her luscious mound and stop just before I reach her peak. Blowing hot air from my mouth, I bathe her milky white flesh in it. Paying special attention to her most delicious looking greedy extended nipple. And it does what I’d hoped for, it perks up harder and little goose bumps arise on her large areolas and I blow again.
“Gage.” Her strained tone thrills me.
“Grab the pillow above your head sweetheart, I’m just getting started.” I state, my chin resting on her breast, I glance to watch her reach up and grip the large red pillow. Her arms trembling, from excitement? Nerves? I can’t be sure. She hasn’t told me to stop so I’m going to push forward and enjoy every moment with my lover.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, Angel.” I reassure her, so she knows this is for her pleasure as much as it is mine.
“Yessss,” a hiss drawls long and breathily from between her parted lips.
Not able to wait another second, I ravenously attack her nipple sucking it hard into my mouth.
Lex
Oh my God! What is he doing to me? He’s just begun to tease and pleasure me and I don’t think I can take much longer of his blazing touch. Everywhere he touches, he kisses and he licks. It not only makes lady weep, it’s making me feel things I’ve never felt before. My heart’s hammering vigorously in my chest. I can feel my pulse ‘thumping’ from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. It’s a sensory overload on my body; I’ve never been touched like this. Every muscle, every cell in my body desires only one thing—Gage. His manly smell, his warm needy touch, his hot breath, the lips of a God pressed to my flesh. I need it all. All of him, enveloping all of me in his cloak of impenetrable trust, ecstasy, and true love.
Extracting my worshiped bud from his mouth, he says, “How are you doing, Angel?”
How am I doing? I’m going crazy with lust. My hands are gripping this pillow my head is resting on, so tightly my knuckles ache.
“Lex? Please answer me.”
“I’m overwhelmed.” I admit it’s true. I can hardly keep still, my body is bucking and contorting, doing things it’s never done. I can’t control my involuntary actions. His body atop mine sends a deep feral need to flood my body and I have to grind into him. Even if the feeling of lady rubbing his zipper hurts, I still want more. I need more. I need to come so badly I can’t think straight.
“Do you like when I touch you here?” He gently licks my hard nipple and I can’t help but let out a deep guttural moan.
“Yes.” I feverishly nod.
Lips faintly skim away from my breast and down the center of my body. Swirling his tongue into my belly button I giggle. It tickles too much.
“Not here?” I can hear the playfulness in his amused tone and the smile on his face that is pressed to my stomach. I miss looking at him.
“Definitely not.” I agree.
“Does lady want to be touched?”
Yes! The mere mention of such a wonderful act has my body tense with anticipation. I want that so badly.
“Yes.” I whisper.
“How about…”
Ah!!! Oh my!! Oh…
A tongue plunges into my hole, swirling frenziedly, tantalizing it.
“Is this good?” Hot breath bathes my rosette; his magical tongue with the lightest of touches is circling the rim around and around. As he shifts completed down between my legs. Maybe I should have been paying more attention to his movements and I wouldn’t have gotten caught so off-guard, although I do love it.
“Very.” I tremble, with a weak voice.
“Do you know how sexy it is?”
I shake my head and feel my cheeks flush, embarrassed. I never thought of it being anything than another ugly piece of my skin, a place that for so many years has been tainted by the memories of Brian. I am thankful to have Gage here to take the pain and memories away, filling them with happy, pleasurable ones of him — of us.