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
“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
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