The Cage Sessions(22)

My girl knows that rhythm.

It's in her soul.

Back.

Forth.

Up.

Lick.

And thattttttttttttttt's it...

I come.



Oh...



... do I come...



... oh oh oh...



... by the tongue of this man...



... this amazing man...



I'm complete.



Shut up! I know I'm complete sounds stupid. I don't know what else to say. I'm fucking complete, okay?

God, there's only so many ways to say...

YESSSSSSSS!

Breathe, Annika, breathe!

I look down.

He's there.

Just smiling up at me.

Oh God.

Next thing I know that face is in mine.

I taste the remains of my overflow on his lips, on his face.

He squints down.

His stare is hard, pressing into me.

"You're amazing," he says.

"I love you," I say.

Shit.

Oh fuck, Annika! Why did you go and have to use that word? Who do you think you are? Jared?

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

It just slipped out, all right? I mean, can you blame me? Overwhelmed here, y'know!

"Yeah," he says, "I'm pretty fucking sure I love you too."

What?!

Holy fuck!

Did he just say that?

"I always know when I see it in the eyes," he says. "And I saw it in yours the day we met. At least you didn't punch me."

What does that mean? Was that a reference to the strange punch I almost threw at him?

I don't know what to say. I just lie there under him, staring up into him.

Next thing I know his tongue is back in my mouth.

I close my eyes, surrendering to the moment.

Damien Cage says he loves me.

Check. Fucking. Mark.

Then he's off me.

Get back here!

But then I see he's fumbling for a condom.

Oh, good. I wasn't thinking. Yes, by all means!

The next few moments are a vortex of actions. My dress off. His pants down. Condom on.

And...

... just like that...

... he's inside me.

Damien Cage is inside me.

Fucking me.

Pummeling me.

I'm ready. I'm back. I'm loving it. It's everything I thought it would be and more.

He says nothing as his cock rides me with fierce freedom. He just stares into my eyes.

Most amazing thing ever.

One final checkmark.

He comes fast. I come after him, but still fast.

It's like we had been working up to it for so long that we just couldn't ride it out.

The orgasm that we both wanted to share had been hiding inside for so long, begging to be unleashed.

Then he just laughs, continuing to stare into my eyes.

I laugh back.

He kisses me, his spent cock still inside me.

Today is turning out to be a good day.

A very good day.





Chapter 39





Damien looks ridiculous in his Cincinnati Cubs baseball cap and sunglasses. He says it's his favorite airport disguise, but I don't buy it. I'd recognize him in a heartbeat.

He leans over and kisses me.

I'm in a dress he bought from a little shop not too far from the hotel. It doesn't fit and it's ugly. Dark blue with flowers all over it.

But there was nothing we could do about it. The one I had planned to wear was... well... you know.

"Ready for the parade?" he says. "There will definitely be fans here."

"Let's do it," I say.

I look out the window. I'm always amazed at the endless rows of little orange square roofs, each with its own little blue square pool, that is Miami from above.

As the jet bounces onto the tarmac and the airbrakes make their ferocious whooshing sound, I feel invincible. I don't know if it was the trip to South America, all the confessions, or the brief but amazing sex.

Actually, I know what it is. I have a mission. A purpose. I'm not just writing Damien's book. I have an idea for an empire he could build.

I haven't told him about it yet because I need to do some more research. It needs to take form and gel properly in my mind.

I also need to confront my mom about my new apartment, visit Marcellina, and talk to Steve.

My work is cut out for me.

We taxi to the gate. We're in First Class so it should be easy to sneak off the plane and down to the waiting limo Jasmine sent.

God, Jasmine. I haven't talked to her since that night. Maybe I should have called her or something. I don't know the protocol for all this sex between friends shit. Although I have a feeling Jasmine will be okay with almost anything.

Then there's Isabella. I texted her a couple of times from South America. There's something wrong with her. Don't know what it is, but she's disturbed about something. Got to spend a little time with her too.

The flight attendant picks up the microphone. A clacking noise precedes her voice over the loudspeaker.

"Attention passengers," she says, "there is a momentary delay at the terminal. Please remain in your seats. We will be leaving the plane shortly."

I hear a communal groan from coach.

What the fuck is all that about?

One of the other flight attendants goes to the door of coach, effectively blocking it.