by Lainey Reese
He did stop, though. With a deep breath—as though he was bracing for it—he pulled back to loom above her, balanced on the arm he still had under her neck. He kept his other hand on her breasts, massaging and kneading the sensitive mounds.
“Zoe?” he asked with a voice that sounded way too calm as far as she was concerned. “I want to know how much you’ve done before. You told me you’re still a virgin. What I wanna know is just what you have experienced so I don’t push you too far too fast.”
“Umm.” She could hardly think when he was touching her like that, and that part of him that was hard for her was like a brand on her hip. “I haven’t done anything. I unh—” Her voice cracked when his thumb brushed over a nipple. “I let Tommy Philips kiss me on Christmas Eve last year.” She yelped again when he squeezed, hard.
“Ah, darlin’.” His voice had a dangerous edge to it that inspired more chills racing up and down her spine again. “Maybe you shouldn’t be telling me the little prick’s name. I find I’m not takin’ it so well as I should—listenin’ to you talk about other men.”
“Oh God.” She arched under him as he loosened his grip and gave her nipple a couple of firm tugs. “That’s—that’s all. Tom—sorry—he…he kissed me and when he tried to grab my butt, I just couldn’t. I pulled away and that’s it.” She met his dumbfounded gaze head-on. “I’m sorry I let him do that much. I always knew it was you and no one else. I was just so mad at you that night. You didn’t come to our Christmas party because you were with that girl. I hadn’t seen you in so long and you stayed away because of another girl?” Her eyes welled at the memory. She’d been so excited to see him and she’d had dreams of seducing him. Of finally having him see her as a woman and not a child, only to have them all come crashing down when she learned that he’d taken his new girlfriend skiing in Switzerland instead.
This time his chuckle was warm when he said, “Ah, Zoe, don’t you be worryin’ about her. She was sweet an’ all, but she was outta my mind the minute we got home.” When she nodded her head and bit her lip, he leaned down until his mouth hovered an inch above one dark and tightly puckered nipple. “So, no one else has ever touched these?”
She shook her head, forgetting with his mouth so close, that she was supposed to answer verbally. His punishing pinch reminded her. “Ouch, no. No, Sir.”
“And no one has ever tasted these sweet thangs?” He was even closer now and she could feel his moist, hot breath.
“No, oh, no Sir.” Her body felt like it was going to snap.
“Good.” Then, finally, her breast disappeared into the hot wet cove of his mouth. Zoe arched with a gasp, the sensation so intense she thought she might faint. Every sweet, dark pull he took at her breast tugged sharp and strong in her core. It was like there was a direct electrical current connecting the two and her legs scissored as her head started a restless thrashing on the pillow. When he switched to the other one and did the same thing, the incredible force of pleasure that shot through her caused her body to jolt. Even her fingertips felt electrified.
As his mouth continued to torment, his hand left her heaving chest to stroke a path of fire from the top of her thighs, over her hips, up her ribs and back down again. The rough, hot texture of his palm and fingers caused goose flesh to erupt after every pass. Soon his strokes got smaller and more centered, running up the seam of her clenched legs to just below her bellybutton and back again. Her hips rolled in the wake of his motions as her breathing turned frantic. Then he just rubbed firm circles over her mound, not touching any lower, just right there where her entire world seemed to be gathered.
“I have been thinkin’ about something all night, Zoe. Do you want to know what that is?” he asked when he lifted his head to watch what he was doing.
When she didn’t answer fast enough, he sent her a look. “Have I mentioned how much I dislike a disobedient sub?”
She answered quickly and added a mumbled plea for forgiveness.
“Well, I kept thinkin’ about this mornin’ when I was grindin’ your sweet li’l pussy against my cock. I kept wondering about what you said.” He placed his mouth against her ear and breathed his next words into it. “You said ‘something’s happening.’ Not, ‘I’m coming.’ So it makes me wonder, was that your first orgasm, darlin’?” His tongue delved into the hollow of her ear and brought a shocked moan to her lips. “Was that really your first one, or have you played with this lovely, tempting flesh yourself before?”
She was so aroused she was way beyond embarrassment. While his tongue continued to lick along her ear and neck, she shivered and said, “I have—um, have played there a couple times. But, um it always made it—oh wow, that feels so good—worse.”
She felt his smile against her neck and he asked, “Worse how?”
“I’d get so close and most times I could never reach it and it seemed like I, I don’t know, I always ended up more needy and frustrated than when I started even if I did.” She looked up at him and confessed, “Those few times I could make something happen were nothing like what happened this morning. It’s like the difference between the pop of a balloon and a nuclear explosion.”
“Zoe, darlin’.” His voice was pure masculine purr and she trembled like a tuning fork for him. “When I tell you, you are going to spread those pretty legs for me. Wide. Then when I touch you, you’re going to come for me.”
“Oh God, oh God, oh God.” She gulped and tightened her grip, not doubting him for a minute, considering the way she felt.
There was that warm chuckle again—it tingled in her ear and flowed along her insides like wine. “Zoe,” he said, lifting his head to watch her, “Open your legs.”
She held her breath and spread her thighs. Zoe watched his face as he watched his hand while he slid three blunt fingers down and over her slit. That first brush over her clit arched her hips off the bed with a cry. He used the heel of his hand to push her back down and then stroked those fingers over her ultra-stimulated clit once again. The rough texture electrified already sensitive nerves and Zoe felt a fresh rush of moisture flood her. The tender bundle of flesh felt ten times its normal size, and each taunting pass over it brought her closer and closer to that shattering pinnacle.
“That’s it, darlin’.” Gage’s voice was like gravel in a blender. “God, you are so close. Right there. Right there.”
That was it, just one last firm circle and it happened. A deep pulsing contraction clenched her core with stunning pleasure and she screamed with the force of it. Her hips pumped and jerked. She heard Gage growling encouragement, and he used one of his massive thighs to hold her legs open since she’d lost all ability to keep them where he’d instructed. As she flailed under him, he didn’t ease up—those wonderful relentless fingers continued to press and circle, wringing the orgasm out endlessly so she came and came and came.
Chapter Eleven
Gage was going to lose his fucking mind. Watching her come was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen—when he told her as much, she blushed and hid her face in his shoulder. Later he would be charmed by her bashfulness after such beautiful abandon. Right now he was too turned on to appreciate it.
As he shifted over her body and positioned himself between her quivering thighs, he reminded her, “Put your hands back where they go, sugar.” He waited until she had a firm hold before he looked down at her core. She was wet and swollen, and the perfume of her arousal caused his mouth to water like a fucking faucet. He wanted to sink in and gorge himself until her juices filled his stomach and her screams filled the air, but this was another first for her and so he chose to savor each new revelation slowly. One step at a time. For tonight this would have to be enough.
As he sat back on his heels and spread his knees a little wider, he slid his fingers back to her still-pulsing flesh. She moaned, and her hips flexed up to him like a cat flexed into her master’s petting. It made him smile. Slowly, with an eye on her face to watch for signs of distress, he pushed his longest finger into
her. The muscles there were tight—wet and scalding—like sinking his hand into a pool of melted wax, and his groan was louder than hers.
“Oh, yeah baby,” he praised, watching his finger emerge wet with her nectar. “So fucking tight and hot. Damn but I could do this all night.” He stroked a little deeper each time, until she was grinding up to meet his plunges and he could see her clit emerging again from its protective hood.
“Zoe,” he said. “Give me your right hand.”
When she immediately placed it in his waiting palm, he smiled and kissed her fingers before setting them gently between her legs. She jolted and her eyes locked on his face in alarm.
“One of my very favorite things, darlin’, is watching a woman touch herself. I want to watch you.” He shocked her when he took his shaft in his fist. “And I want you to watch me.”
She gulped, looking a little scared and a lot turned on, and the Dom in him relished the dichotomy of emotions.
“I am going to watch you make yourself come and then while your pussy is still throbbing, you know what I’m going to do, Zoe?” She was beyond the ability to speak and Gage was beyond the discipline needed to make her. “I’m going to come all over your sweet little cunt.”
She gave a small cry at his words and her fingers clenched tight on her mound, almost like she was trying to hold the climax in.
“Go on, hun. Stroke it in circles. That’s it, right over your clit. Mmm, that’s nice. That looks so fucking nice.” When her hips flinched, he said, “If it’s still a little too sensitive, slide your fingers higher and stroke it through your hood. Up, a little more and—there you go.” He praised when her body shuddered in pleasure.
He tightened his grip on himself and started stroking. She was so beautiful spread before him, and only the knowledge that she was his and here to enjoy at his leisure allowed him to withstand the temptation of plunging into her.
“That’s perfect, sugar, so damn perfect. Now, faster. That’s it. Yeah, that’s absolutely it.” Sweat poured down his spine, and he felt his own orgasm gathering gale force at the base of his cock as he watched those long dainty fingers play in all that tasty-looking flesh. She was so wet he could hear squelching sounds as she tormented her tiny clit. He pumped faster, stopping briefly to squeeze the top and swipe his thumb over the purpled head.
“You look so beautiful like this. Keep goin’, sugar. Goddamn, you are going to make me come.”
She made a sound that was raw and guttural and it traveled down his gut and settled in his cock like a bomb waiting to explode.
“Gage,” she cried, lifting her hips off the bed completely. “Oh please, Gage. Sir.” Then her scream echoed in the room and Gage’s bellow followed. As she furiously rubbed her clit with the force of her climax, Gage roared with the force of his and watched as thick white ropes of his seed burst onto her fingers. One after another splashed onto her pussy, dripping down until her entire core and her whole hand was coated with it.
He knelt there between her legs for long minutes while aftershocks rocked his frame, and watched as they did the same to her.
With a lurch, he managed to grab his discarded towel from this morning’s shower—he was forever forgetting to put the damn things in the hamper—and then gently wiped her off.
When he was satisfied they were both clean enough for now, he threw the towel in the general direction of the hamper and collapsed onto the bed with a contented sigh.
Before he could do it himself, she had plastered herself to his side and tucked right in. His next sigh was pure bliss. He didn’t have a clue where this thing between them would lead. But right now, in this perfect moment, he felt so good he honestly didn’t care.
Chapter Twelve
The orgasm woke her.
Zoe felt as if she had been floating along on stronger and stronger currents until the relentless unstoppable force of a tidal wave flung her from the depths of a warm, teeming ocean onto the scalding shores of reality.
With her mind scrambled and her thoughts disorientated, Zoe shoved her head and shoulders off the bed by bracing up on her elbows. Her legs wouldn’t move and when she looked down she saw that it was because—oh-my-God—Gage was lying between them and his mouth was on her core. An instant flash-flood climax tore a small scream from her throat at the sight and still he didn’t fade away like all her dreams from the past.
He was here. She wasn’t dreaming this time and he really was kissing her there, and, “Oh wow, that feels so much better than I ever imagined. Oh God.”
His tongue was doing lapping circles over her clit while he kept his lips sealed tight to her, alternating the circles with strong suction that pulled at something deep inside her. His gaze never left her face as she stayed braced on her elbows, watching him, and his expression was fierce in its passion. His wide palms were under her cheeks and he used that grip to pull her in tighter to his face. She had a moment to wonder how he managed to breathe when his tongue did something magical and she was screaming yet again.
He pulled back a fraction, just enough for her to see his tongue while it whipped fast and furious circles up and down her cleft. One of his hands shifted and she let out a low sound when one long finger teased, then slid into her.
“Oh-oh-my-what-are-you? Oh-God-that-feels-so-amazing-Gage.”
Her thoughts strung together without a pause so it sounded like one jumbled long word even to her own ears.
When he pulled back and leveled a look at her with one eyebrow raised, she realized what she’d said and added a hasty, “Sir.”
She felt full where his finger pressed but also like she wanted more. His mouth went back to kissing and lapping at her and that finger started pumping. With the next thrust, she groaned and felt her inner muscles clamp down and try to hold his finger inside her. Gage moaned and sucked even harder on her clit. She quivered from head to toe and did it again.
The pressure from his fingers changed and she realized that he was pushing a second one into her. It was a strange pinching feeling that bordered on pain, but somehow the pain felt pleasurable too. He didn’t shove—instead he coaxed, nudging until her flesh relented and gave way to him. The feeling of fullness was an almost agonizing ecstasy; pain and pleasure so entwined that she couldn’t tell one from the other.
Her head spun as the cocktail of sensations he mixed within her began to reach critical mass. Then the fingers twisted inside and instead of pumping in and out the way they had been, they flexed up. She jolted in shock, not sure what he’d touched but it triggered a full body reaction. He did it again—a firm sort of tapping that felt like it was touching her clit from the inside. All of a sudden there was a new sensation down there, a weight that felt dangerously like she had to pee. She looked at him in panic and tried to pull away.
She couldn’t. He was immovable and he didn’t stop. As the weight grew so did her panic and she flopped to the mattress with a helpless scream as that relentless tap-tap-tap continued. His mouth was relentless, too, and Zoe’s screams grew louder. Her vision went white and cloudy at the edges and still he didn’t stop. Tap-tap…tap. The last thing she was aware of was the sound of Gage growling as her mind and body exploded in bliss.
“Sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen, baby,” Gage said as he sat back on his heels and pulled Zoe up into a sitting position. She looked dazed, he noticed with a surge of male pride. With his hand scooped at the back of her neck, he kissed her with all the pent-up passion he had. She startled at first, he assumed she was hesitant at the smell and taste of herself on his mouth. After hardly a pause she mewled and wrapped both arms around his neck to kiss him back full force.
Her legs were draped over his thighs with her bottom still planted on the bed, and when she tried to scooch closer, she pulled back with a gasp.
“Oh my God.” She looked down between them in horror. “Please tell me I didn’t just wet the bed.”
He tried, he really did, but she was so earnestly concerned that it was impossible to hold
back the laugh. She was so adorably shocked, though, and the look on her face was just too priceless. The mattress was soaked with her climax—hell, he was soaked with it—and it was no wonder the little innocent thought her bladder had released.
“No, darlin’,” he answered warmly. “That’s not what you’re thinkin’ it is. That’s normal for a G-spot orgasm. Women release like that when they have one.”
“Really?” She gave him a skeptical look. “I thought the G-spot was a myth.” She looked back down between them and she dabbed a finger at the soaked linens with her nose wrinkled up.
He cupped a hand over her swollen, tender center. When she jumped and looked up at him, he asked, “Did that feel like a myth to you, Oops?”
Her smile was pure feline and caused his aching shaft to throb against his belly.
“Well, I wouldn’t say that. However I would say it was an orgasm of mythical proportions.” She apparently forgot about the sheets and wrapped her arms back around his neck, then tightened her legs until she’d pulled herself fully into his lap. With a hum of appreciation, he scooped her ass into his hands and headed for the shower. They both needed it.
The shower in the townhouse was one of Gage’s favorite things about visiting New York. Trevor had designed it with lovemaking in mind. There were showerheads coming from every possible angle and direction. There were handles as well as hooks for restraints that opened up all sorts of fun possibilities for water play. As he sat Zoe on one of the pedestal benches so he could adjust the temperature, a thousand images of what he wanted to do in here flashed through his mind.
Most of which would have to wait. He thought back to what she’d told him last night. She wanted him to take her physical virginity for her birthday. Next Saturday. He looked at her sitting on that marble pedestal with her raven hair tousled and her skin flushed and pink. She had her tiny feet planted on the floor in front of her, with her knees demurely closed while her mouthwatering breasts trembled as she waited. This was going to be the longest week of his life.
