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“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.

With the temperature set and only the showerheads he wanted to use primed, he stepped away from the control panel. The water cascaded over them when he came to stand in front of her. His height, and the pedestal, had her at eye level with his still-throbbing cock and he thought there were some things he’d at least be able to enjoy this week.

“Sub,” he said, stroking a finger along her cheek. “Put your hand on my cock.”

She did with a little hum of pleasure, and he echoed the sound as that dainty hand gripped tight and made a slow journey up and down its length.

“Mmm, that’s good,” he praised. “Now, use your other hand and cup my sac. Not too hard. A little firmer—there that’s nice. Now, squeeze just a little and roll ‘em around some. Yeah, that’s the way.” He let his head fall back for a moment and enjoyed the simple pleasure of a sub’s delicate touch.

“Now,” he said, opening his eyes and watching her. “I want you to lick it. First just the head.”

Her eyes popped wide and he smiled with grim passion when she gulped and licked her lips.

“Go on, darlin’.” His breath backed up in his lungs when her pink tongue slipped out and she leaned forward the scant inches separating them. His groan was deep, and reverberated off the tile at the first touch of that sweet flesh on his straining cock. She lapped him like an ice-cream cone, and without being told she made sure she covered every bit of the mushroom-shaped top.

“God, that’s good, baby.” His hand sifted through her wet hair and he tucked a lock behind her ear before adding, “Okay, now open your mouth and suck on it. Holy fuck, that’s—
fuck
. Yeah, baby, just like that.” She was sucking so hard her cheeks were hollowing out and her tongue kept fluttering along the ultrasensitive bundle of nerves just below the head. “Oh, darlin’, you are going to be so good at this. Christ that’s good. Now, shit, now hmm, take a little more. Yeah. Don’t stop with your hands, and—there like that.” Her mouth was heaven. She was getting the hang of it and her motions got quicker—hungrier. She tightened her grip on his cock and he moved her hand from his sac before she got too carried away. She pleased him down to the ground when she immediately added that hand to what she was doing to his shaft. Her head was bobbing even faster and her body started rocking with her motions. He could feel as well as hear her making hungry noises in the back of her throat.

Fuck that was so hot, he thought, few things were hotter to a man than a woman who got off on giving head.

“So beautiful, baby.” His hands were starting to shake. He added a little pressure to the hand he had on the back of her head to underline his dominance, and damn if that didn’t double her efforts and the greedy noises she was making. “Zoe…God, Zoe, you’re going to make me come. That’s it, just like that. Fuck.” She was pumping and sucking him fast and hard now. She looked so amazing doing it that—for an endless minute he was lost in the erotic visual of her. Then, unable to hold back any longer he peaked. His entire body shook as fire erupted in his balls and shot stream after stream into the eager suctioning warmth of her lovely mouth.

He watched as white rivulets of come trickled from her lips down his shaft and over her still stroking fingers. He thought it was sexy as hell. There were some Doms who insisted their subs swallow but he wasn’t one of them. He liked the visual of his come decorating his slave. Liked to see it fill and overflow from her mouth while she sucked him, and he was also a fan of occasionally pulling out and covering different body parts like he had last night. Plus, no matter what some people said, he thought the shit tasted nasty as hell. He’d kissed women after a blowjob and gotten a sample from time to time, and if he couldn’t stomach the taste, it didn’t seem fair to expect his sub to.

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