With his free hand, Gage petted the side of her head, smoothing over her mussed-up hair. “Fucking Christ,” he muttered, sighing deeply before pulling her body impossibly closer, nuzzling their necks together.
“Yeah, you can say that again,” Fiona said with a laugh, feeling lighter and freer than she had in years.
After a few moments of peaceful silence, Gage whispered into her ear, “Come on, baby. Let’s go to bed.”
Fiona nodded and began to untangle herself from Gage’s limbs, but he surprised her by stepping off the counter and pulling her into his arms, encouraging her to wrap her hands around his neck. Fiona laughed again, feeling her heart expand in her chest as Gage carried her into the bedroom, gently placing her down on the bed before curling up beside her. Fiona felt a bubble of warmth grow inside her chest, spreading throughout her whole body. This is what she wanted. This is what she needed. How could I ever give this up? Fiona asked herself as she ran her hand over Gage’s solidly defined chest. But even though she had an amazing orgasm, she still hungered for more.
Chapter Eighteen
“What are you doing?” Gage asked, his voice sounding a little sleepy. Fiona had climbed over his body, straddling him in the dark.
“What I fucking want to do,” Fiona whispered, leaning down to lick her way up from Gage’s collarbone to the area of skin behind his ear. “Is that alright with you?”
“Hell fucking yeah,” Gage huffed out, laughing lightly as he joined hands with Fiona, stretching up to join their mouths together, kissing her without abandon, with tons of tongue and teeth, as if they were animals.
Fiona adjusted her hips so that they hovered right over Gage’s, reaching over to the bedside table to fish another condom out of the drawer. She quickly unwrapped it, struggling a little bit with her trembling fingers, and sheathed his cock. “Jesus Christ, we’re really fucking doing this again, aren’t we?” Gage said, practically gasping for breath as Fiona grinded her wet pussy against his covered cock.
This time, she couldn’t wait. She was too fucking impatient. Plus, her body was still ready, open and willing for him from their last round of fucking. “I’m gonna ride you so fucking hard, you’re going to go blind,” Fiona swore, lifting her hips up to slam them down on his cock, shoving the entire length inside of her in one go.
“Fucking shit!” Gage cried out, his hands fumbling down to her hips, squeezing her sensitive flesh hard between his fingers. Fiona liked the pain. She wanted more of it, so she put her hands over his and encouraged him squeeze harder. Gage growled a little, practically snarling like a beast as Fiona began to move her hips slowly up and down, keeping herself mostly full but rotating around and around, squeezing the muscles of her cunt around Gage’s cock. She wanted to milk him dry, to get all of his juices out of him and drain him completely. She wanted to ruin him, in the sexiest way possible.
“Faster, baby. Go faster, please,” he begged, jerking his hips up a little bit to force himself in deeper. Fiona didn’t comply right away, wanting to tease him until he was absolutely desperate for it. “Ugh, please, please, please, I need it. I fucking need it.”
“How bad?” Fiona asked innocently, still keeping up a slow pace of movement around his cock, feeling herself grow wetter as Gage’s face got redder and redder with the effort of holding himself back.
Gage laughed joyfully, his eyes sparkling. “So fucking bad, baby, so fucking bad. Please give it to me. I need it so bad.”
Fiona grinned and moved faster then, but still not as fast as Gage wanted, relishing the groans of impatience that he gave off amid his little whimpers of pleasure. She loved hearing him fall apart beneath her, coming undone from the inside out. She loved having that power over him; she loved knowing that Gage trusted her not to abuse it. Unlike all the voices inside Fiona’s head that told her otherwise, Gage didn’t think her body was broken or dirty or used-up. He didn’t think it was going to hurt him, either. He trusted her to give him pleasure. He trusted her to take control.
She fucked herself down harder onto his pelvis, bracing her hands on Gage’s strong legs to push herself up and down, up and down, brushing up against a thousand sensitive spots inside her cunt, still reeling from her last orgasm. “Yeah, baby, yeah, baby, that’s it. Give it to me. Fucking give it to me,” Gage grunted out, lightly slapping her.
Fiona’s hair was damp with sweat, her body shining with it, but she didn’t feel gross. She felt beautiful. She felt like a dirty, filthy goddess, someone who played around with dirt to make beautiful islands out of nothingness, creating things out of the great big empty gap between her thighs.