That’s true for me. I am the man I should be. Lex makes me a better person.
Lex
I brush a chaste kiss to Gage’s lips and sneak into the bathroom. Turning on the tub, I adjust the water temperature and pour in some Keagan Cosmetics lavender bath salts and soothing bath oils. I retreat back into my bedroom to grab my phone and I plug it into my iPod dock on the vanity, sliding the music selection to Patsy.
Dipping into the tub, I relax and leave Gage to soak up the reality of what just happened; me giving him head, it was hot and tasted so damn addicting, I can’t wait to do it again.
Patsy starts singing about “Walking after Midnight” and suddenly it shuts off. I glance over to see why. Gage is standing in the bathroom removing my phone from the dock and plugging his in, wearing only his boxers. What a sexy sight.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to show you something. It’s time to get the sad music of Patsy out of the air and fill it with someone more appropriate.” He states, his back to me, allowing me to get a spectacular view of his firm butt and essentially my Angel tattoo covering his back. It is truly a masterpiece.
A gentle musical intro starts on a song that I’ve heard a hundred times before.
“Fly me to the moon” Sinatra sings.
Then Gage cuts in, singing along with Sinatra and dancing. Amazingly well, I might add. I turn to watch him. And he looks me straight in the eye, like he’s singing to my heart. He is gliding around my bathroom, light on his feet.
Just when I think, he couldn’t get any better. Add good singer and dancer to the exponentially growing list.
The instrumental middle starts and he smiles. Walking over to me, he reaches out his hand, I take it into mine, and he pulls me to stand inside the tub and climbs in with me. Placing hands on my hips, and mine on his shoulders he sways with me in the water. Never breaking eye contact, my insides turning into mush.
God, he’s perfect.
“In other words, in other words
I love...
You—” he quickly kisses me on the lips and dips me over his knee. I squeal with laughter and he snaps me back up into his arms and holds my wet body tightly against his.
“I love you.” He kisses my cheek.
Trying to catch my breath and steady my pounding heart, I smile so wide my cheeks are starting to ache.
“I love you too, honey.” I kiss his chin.
Another Sinatra song fills the bathroom and he begins to dance with me in the water.
“This is my kind of music.” He states moving his hands from my hips to my butt, and gliding a finger down my crevasse, resting on my rosette.
“Really? I thought...” Oh God… A finger slips inside, breaking me of my thought, and I convulse in his arms. Biting my lip and holding onto his shoulders so my legs don’t give out.
“You were saying.” I can’t see his face, but I can hear the amusement in his dark voice. He knows this feels good, too good.
“I was…” Sweet Jesus! He pushes my pleasure button and I bite his shoulder to keep from screaming and waking Emma up.
“Yes? Angel?”
This butthole, I can’t believe he is doing this to me. What a hot seductive jerk.
“You think this is…oh Jesus… Gage… Damn… Oh God… Please…stop…” I can barely stand. My eyes roll back into my head, as my body starts to quake uncontrollably with each shallow finger thrust. He’s pulling me under, deeper and deeper into that world. The world he likes to hold me captive. A world where it only involves him and the naughty, pleasure-filled things he does to me. The highest state of arousal I’ve ever imagined. Where I can’t breathe, I can’t see straight and my body relinquishes itself to the onslaught of his most delectable desires.
“I think you’re about to lose your balance, Angel. Here.” He removes his finger and bends down, sweeping me into his arms and stepping out of the tub onto my brown memory foam bathmat.
Carrying me to the vanity, he sets me down; resting my back against my mirror, he opens my legs up far, scoots my bottom to the edge of the countertop and probes my needy hole with the head of his cock.
“I need lube.” He states, I can barely hear him. I’m already floating.
“Lube.” He reiterates.
Idly, I point to the cupboard across from the sink and he takes my cue, going over and finding the bottle of lube, that I don’t think I’ve ever used. Slicking up his iron rod, he uses two fingers to gently apply lube to the rim of my hole.
“Now, Gage. I need you inside. I’m falling,”
“I know, I pushed you a little too hard to fast, I should have waited.”
I shake my head, lulling my head forward my chin on my chest, I watch as his hand holds lady and a thick meaty head starts to enter me. It doesn’t hurt, not like last night. It feels wonderful to have him stretching me, filling me, hitting all of the most sensitive spots inside.