“Oh… Gage… Gage… Gage…” I moan, as he thrusts into me hard, masturbating lady and she spasms. One pulse after another I come, hard. Screaming, losing myself in him, in us, in pleasure and love, and he follows me into ecstasy filled heaven, grunting his climax, jerking his thick rod inside of me, filling me with his hot creamy come.
Letting go of lady he brings his hand to his mouth and licks my juices from his fingers with a satisfied groan. Sitting back down onto him, I allow his hardness to rest deep inside of me. Gage’s arms wrap around my stomach and he kisses my shoulders. “I love you, Angel.”
“I love you, more.” I turn my head and offer him my lips. He reaches up and sweetly pecks my mouth.
“Let’s go get cleaned up, I’ll wash you in the tub and I’ll even let you listen to Patsy this time.”
Gage tolerates my music. He doesn’t mind Patsy but he complains all the time that she’s too sad. His preference of music similar to mine, except he prefers Frank Sinatra and other oldies but goodies. I don’t mind. I enjoy them too. I just like giving him a hard time.
Holding my hips, Gage helps me stand. My legs are a bit wobbly but I manage. Picking up another pair of destroyed panties from the floor, I toss the fourth ruined pair of the week into the trash. This habit of his is getting expensive. I can’t complain though. He’s been the one purchasing new panties for me left and right. Many of them only last one wearing before they are discarded like yesterday’s trash. I’ve been half-tempted to never wear any. I would do that if he wasn’t so damn sexy and turn me on all the time. I can’t risk getting stiff with a tight dress on.
Feeding his fingers through mine, he escorts me, by hand, upstairs and he turns on the water, acclimates the temperature and does all the other girly things for me. I’m spoiled. I never thought I’d ever hear myself say that but it’s true. Gage spoils the crap out of me, new jewelry, clothes, and flowers. Every single week I get a few bouquets of flowers delivered and the past three weeks he’s gone with me to Barbie’s on Friday’s to pick up the weeks selection of biscotti and other decadent treats. Emma loves these caramel pecan scones and Barbie has made a point to have them every week just for her, makes Emma proud when she gets to carry her own pink bag from Barbie’s. My heart melts for my princess. I love her so very much.
Tossing my dress in the hamper and Gage stripping down, I bite my lip, taking in his exquisite body. I love the rippling of taut lean muscles that cover his entire frame.
“If you keep eye fucking me, Angel, we won’t be getting into this tub.” He glances over his shoulder to me with a dirty all-knowing smile, as his hand swishes through the bath water dissolving the bath salts. Leaving only his boxers on as his pants pool around his ankles and he kicks them off, while he completes his task.
Standing back up, I watch as the muscles in his angel tattooed back contract and tighten and he hooks his thumbs into the band of his boxers, dropping them to the ground, his back still to me, revealing one of my favorite parts of him, his tight smooth muscular ass. And what a delicious ass it is.
“You like that don’t you?” His hand smacks his butt, instantly making my giggle and turn fire engine red. How in the hell does he know what I am thinking?
“Do you?” He wiggles that fine ass.
“Yes, of course I do.”
“What do you want to do to it?”
Oh boy, here comes the dirty talk again. A new thing he plays up pretty regularly and I’m not complaining one iota. I find it sexy, kind of a hot bantering back and forth. Plus, it’s always dirty talk that empowers me and makes me feel sexy. Not degrading like some men I’m sure speak.
“I don’t want to do anything to it.”
That’s a lie, but I’m too afraid.
“Yes, you do.” Bending forward he spreads his cheeks using both hands and gives me a good look at the place he wants me to enter, with every part of me possible.
Raking my gaze up and down his body once more, I break my drool worthy stare and walk around him, and sink into the bath, relishing in the heat.
Gage growls, steps into the tub, bends over in front of me again and offers me a closer view of that extremely hot spot.
“This is yours Lex; I want you inside of me. Just touch it.”
I don’t move.
His own hand snakes around and he pushes one of his fingers inside, giving me a front row show to him pleasuring himself.
“See, baby. I want you in….” He growls. “Fuck. I want you in here.”
Leaning up, feeling slightly deflated with more guilt for not giving him what he wants, what he needs. I kiss his butt cheek.