We arrived back at the hotel, and I followed her down the hallway to her room again. We didn’t discuss it, but I had no interest in sleeping alone. If she sent me away, I’d go without protest, but she didn’t.
Sage held the door open for me, and I stepped inside, ready to show her how I felt with my body until I was ready to tell her with my words.
CHAPTER13
Sage
Iwas in Briggs’s arms again, but this time we undressed each other slowly. His kisses were softer, his touch gentle. It wasn’t the rough explosion of passion that we experienced when we had sex yesterday. This felt more...intimate.
I shivered as Briggs pulled my dress over my head, tossing it aside. I was left in my lacey red lingerie, which I’d worn with the hope that I would find myself in this position with him tonight.
Taking a step back, he stared at me, and I felt empowered by the look in his eyes. No man had ever looked at me like that before. With suchreverence.
I reached out to start unbuckling his pants, and he pulled his shirt off, adding to the pile of clothing on the floor. When I had his pants open, I knelt to yank them down, along with his boxers. He stepped out of them, his erection jutting out toward my face. Unable to resist, I took it in my hand. His shaft was so hot and smooth to the touch, with a rigid core. Briggs sucked in a sharp breath as I pumped my hand up and down. When a drop of precome appeared at the tip, my tongue darted out to lick it off so I could taste him.
“Sage,fuck…” he groaned.
His reaction made me feel bold, and I opened my mouth, taking in as much of his length as I could. When the head of his cock hit the back of my throat, I took a breath through my nose to help suppress the urge to gag and backed off just a little. Then, I wrapped my lips around his girth and started to suck, my head bobbing up and down. I’d never been a big fan of performing this act, but as Briggs moaned, shuddered, and gripped my hair, I felt powerful. I was a sexual goddess in this moment, in charge of his pleasure.
I adjusted my grip to the base of his erection, moving my hand in sync with my mouth. It didn’t take love before my jaw started to ache, but I had no plans to stop. Briggs legs had the slightest tremble, as if he was barely holding himself together.
I wasn’t sure how long I sucked and teased his cock before Briggs’s hands moved to my shoulders, gently pulling me back. I looked up at him as his shaft left my mouth, and his expression was full of hunger and need.
“Get on the bed,” he said.
I felt the rough command of his voice right between my legs. I obeyed him without a second thought, laying on my back on top of the bedspread. Briggs followed, crawling onto the bed between my spread legs, his dark eyes locked on mine.
His body hovered over mine, and he stopped with his head at my chest. There was a front clasp on my bra, and he made quick work of flicking it open, exposing my breasts to him. He lowered his head, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. I arched my back as my head pressed into the pillow. His fingers found my other hardened bud, lightly pinching as his teeth scraped against me.
“Briggs...my God…”
Wetness gathered between my thighs and my hips undulated. He was moving so slow, and it was a sweet torture. I needed more from him.
But he ignored my squirming as he pulled back, releasing my nipple. Then, he blew lightly across it, making the wet flesh grow even harder, to the point that the peak was almost painful. I’d never felt sensations like the ones he was able to draw out of me. His mouth went to my other breast, and he used his tongue to twirl around the tip.
My entire body was alive, my skin felt more sensitive than usual, and I trembled as his hand finally trailed down to my pussy, slipping inside my panties to slide his fingers through my wet folds.
“I’m dying to taste your pussy,” he said with a dark intensity in his eyes. “I want you to come on my tongue before you take my cock.”
His dirty talk cranked up my desire for him, and I felt goosebumps break out over my skin as he slowly lowered himself until his head was between my legs. I still had my panties on, but they weren’t much of a barrier between us, just thin fabric that was already soaked with my arousal.
Briggs pulled them off, but instead of tossing them onto the pile of clothes, he brought the underwear to his face and inhaled deeply, sending an erotic charge shooting through me.
Then, he was lowering himself again. I felt his warm breath against my inner thigh before his tongue was licking up my center. I couldn’t hold back my cry of pleasure, especially when he reached my clit and circled the tiny nub with his tongue.
After that, he got serious about feasting on me, his mouth exploring every fold and his tongue diving inside of my opening. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as he devoured me, my breathing increasing to heavy pants. My hands went to the pillow under my head, gripping it tightly because I felt like I needed it to ground myself. With the decadent sensations surging through my body, my mind was already a jumbled of incoherent thoughts.
Briggs inserted a finger inside of me as he sucked on my clit, and I felt myself being pushed over the edge. My orgasm came barreling down on me so quickly that I let out a harsh cry of surprise and raw pleasure. I came hard, and Briggs kept working my core with his mouth and fingers as I rode out the climax.
But the second it passed, he surged up over me, lining himself up with my entrance and burying himself inside in one rough motion that stretched me wide. I was so wet from my orgasm that there was no resistance in my body, despite how big he was. He filled me completely, and I angled my hips slightly upward to allow him to penetrate me even deeper as my legs went around his hips.
Kissing me, he started to move in and out, finding a seductive rhythm. He thrust forward hard and fast, then slid out slowly until only the tip remained. He did it again, and again, driving me crazy with the combination of fast and slow, hard and tender.
I was on edge, and it didn’t take long before I felt a second orgasm building. No man had ever been able to make me come in succession like this, but Briggs wasn’t just any man.
Everything about him was unprecedented.
I held onto his shoulders, looking into his eyes as he loomed over me. His face was the picture of male eroticism. His mouth was parted, his eyes burning into mine. There was a flush on his cheeks, matching the light sheen of sweat on his forehead.