Rylee was so sensitive from her orgasm that she cried out, bending at the waist. Gage smiled, reaching down to rub her with his fingers. Rylee let out another sharp breath, almost a scream, as he teased her with pressure. Then, he guided himself and slid his cock into her.
Rylee moaned and gasped, reaching out to Gage as she felt his body touching the very deepest parts of her own. He leaned forward, and she grabbed his shoulders, bracing herself against him. She blinked hard, losing herself in those big, deep blue eyes.
He paused for a moment, and Rylee felt her inner muscles clench around him as if her entire body wanted to hold on to him and never let go. Gage looked into her eyes, his face flooded with emotions Rylee couldn’t name.
“I love you,” he said, bringing one hand up to stroke her cheek.
“I love you,” she whispered back, smiling. She was complete. She was whole. She had never wanted anything as much as she wanted this man.
Gage bent his head to kiss her lips, and as the warmth of her passion spread through her, Rylee opened to him, letting him kiss her deeper than ever before as she relaxed on the couch. Her hips loosened, parting her thighs even more.
Gage groaned, feeling her submit beneath him. Rylee felt her inner muscles pulse as he thrust his hips forward, and pleasure shot through her, making tremors run through her nerves. Another orgasm took her, making her head roll back as she let herself go.
When the pleasure faded, Rylee looked up to see Gage hovering over her, a small smile on his face. He stroked her cheek, shaking his head.
“So beautiful,” he whispered. Rylee felt her pussy grip him even tighter as another orgasm began.
This one felt even deeper than the others, as if the multiple orgasms had built into something entirely new. Gage began to thrust in a long, slow rhythm, and every stroke made her cry out as she was bombarded by sensation.
She could tell that Gage was trying to hold himself together and pleasure her for as long as possible. Every time she exploded from within, he moaned and tightened his grip on her as if he lived to serve her and he would sacrifice his own needs just to make her happy.
Rylee wrapped her legs around him, gripping his shoulders. As much as she appreciated his efforts, she wanted to feel him let go.
“Fuck me, Gage,” she cried. “Fuck me hard!”
He shuddered as if he’d been struck by a mortal blow. Rylee dug her fingers into his shoulders and opened her thighs even further as he began to thrust in short, hard strokes. As he increased his pace, going faster and faster, Rylee felt orgasm after orgasm rolling through her until she couldn’t tell where one ended and the next began.
She clung to him, listening to his cries and watching his face. Her entire focus narrowed down to Gage’s body and his rough hands that touched her so gently. His hard body pleasured her so thoroughly, and his incredible cock gave her the most powerful orgasms she’d ever had.
She cried out as he swelled inside her, becoming impossibly hard and thick. She thrashed on the couch, pinned under him as he moaned like a dying man, and finally came inside her, his whole body shuddering under the force of his release.
Gage’s breath was ragged, and his body shook, but he was still carefully holding himself up so he didn’t crush her, and he was watching her face carefully. Rylee smiled, tilting her head to kiss him.
“You’re all right?” he asked, his voice trembling.
She nodded. “More than all right,” she whispered. “I’m fucking fantastic.”
Gage laughed softly, a sound of wonder and joy. Rylee promised herself that she’d make him this happy every single day of his life … and she’d make damn sure he knew he deserved it too.
She wrapped her body around his as if she could swallow him with her love. She wanted him to feel safe, comforted, and cared for.
Just like she did.
NINETEEN
GAGE
Lying in Rylee’s arms, their clothes tangled around them as if they were bound in a web, Gage had never felt so happy and content. The sun coming through the window was warm, the air still and peaceful.
He looked at Rylee in wonder, at the light dancing on her hair, the bright sparkle of her eyes. He adored her so much. He’d do anything to be worthy of her.
She turned, her body sliding against his as she put her arms around him. They could barely move from their clothes twisted around them, but neither of them wanted to.
“Rylee,” he said. “I want to do the right thing and work on myself. I want to become a better man. I’m going to look into getting a therapist.”
Rylee sat up, pushing away his shirt, which had somehow gotten tangled around her shoulders. “Gage, that’s so brave of you. It takes real strength to deal with the inner wounds. I’m so proud of you.”
She squeezed his hand, and it felt like she was touching his heart. He smiled, shaking his head. “It’s weird. Thinking about seeing a head doctor, but I know I need to go.”