All I could do was feel. No one had ever kissed me like this before. The sensations I felt were completely new. A heatwave that coursed through me enveloped all of my senses.
He moved back away from me for a second and stared at me. “You are mine,” he said fiercely.
I grabbed his proffered hand, and he led me into the bedroom. His lips found mine again. Fingers busied themselves, unfastening my blouse. I did not feel shy when he reached around me and unhooked my bra, letting it drop to the floor, as well. Everything felt natural.
When his hand cupped my breasts, I gasped for air. I could hardly breathe because of the feelings that erupted inside me. My heart beat a million miles an hour, and butterflies danced in my stomach. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears as he gently squeezed them. Nibbling on my lips, he brushed my nipples with his thumbs, causing them to instantly tighten into hard little rosebuds.
Electricity sparked in every cell and nerve when he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. He flicked my nipple with his tongue. His fingers were busy with my other nipple. Gage rolled it between his finger and thumb. He pinched it lightly, sending another spark of electricity through me. My entire body tingled.
I ached to see and touch his chest. I tugged at the bottom of his T-shirt. He lifted his head away from my nipples and raised his arms.
I gasped at the work of art that stood before me. His sculpted chest muscles were set off by the perfect amount of hair. He had a nice six-pack that tapered into his pants. My eyes trailed the hollow of his throat, down his chest, and into his pants, where a huge bulge was fighting against the fabric.
Tentatively, I reached out to touch his chest. When he moaned, I took that as a good sign, and I flattened my hands against his pecs, feeling their rock-hard solidness beneath my fingers. Unable to stop myself, I moved closer and kissed the hollow in his neck that throbbed, telling me that he was not unaffected by my touch.
Mimicking what he did, I tentatively licked the hollow of his neck, tasting the saltiness of his skin.
His fingers laced themselves in my hair, and he moaned, “Luka, my love, Luka.”
I was glad to know that I seemingly affected him as much as he moved me. Without warning, he scooped me up and laid me on the bed.
“Lift up your hips for me, baby,” he said. He unbuttoned my pants and pulled them and my panties on the floor.
No man had ever seen me fully naked before. As he perused my body, from the top of my head down to my toes and back up, I was surprised to notice that I did not feel self-conscious at all. I had no urge to hide my body from him.
“Your turn,” I said, smiling at him. I wanted to see what he was hiding in his black jeans.
“With pleasure.” He unfastened his pants and pushed them and his boxers down without ever taking his eyes away from mine.
The flame of want and need in his deep chocolate eyes only mirrored that which I felt inside of me.
I gasped in a huge breath when I saw that tremendously large, thick shaft that sprang out. I might have been a virgin and relatively innocent regarding how physical relations between men and women felt, but I certainly knew where he intended to put that huge cock.
He was at least ten and a half inches long, and the round knob on the end of that rod seemed to be as big as my fist.
Gage sensed my fear and gently touched my cheek. “We’ll go slow and easy. I would never hurt you, and the second you feel pain or need me to stop, I will.”
I nodded, trusting him completely.
He laid on the bed next to me. “You are so very beautiful. I love your body. I love your curves. You are just perfect.”
Propping his head up with one hand, he trailed the other over my body. He started by tracing my face, including around my eyes, down my nose, and across my lips.
Slowly, his fingers danced their way down to my chest. He circled both of my breasts. His circles grew smaller and smaller until they reached the rosy circles that formed a boundary around the tight rosebuds that perched atop my white globes. Moving even slower, he circled around until he brushed across each nipple. Then, leaving them aching for more, he moved down. He spread his hand out across my tummy and then found the hot, wet spot between my legs.
I gasped as he began to lightly rub my clit.
I lifted my hips to try to push myself into his hand, but he resisted my silent urging, continuing to move at his own pace. He moved over me and kissed my lips lightly. Gage briefly sucked first on one nipple, then the other. I could feel the heat burning inside of me. It all led to that sensitive area between my legs. Liquid heat built, and I could feel wetness on my thighs.
Gage continued to lick his way down my belly and playfully circled my belly button.
When he lapped my inner thigh with the flat of his tongue, I nearly came unglued.
“Oh, heavens, Gage. Oh, Lord.”
He looked up briefly and said, with a sly smile. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” Then, his tongue touched the inside of my other thigh.
I cried out, “Gage.”