“Gage, my god!” she said, leaning back against the couch. “You’re going to kill me, baby!”
Gage chuckled between her legs, his robe coming loose at the top. Rylee remained still, her legs spread, loving how quickly he went to his knees for her. She had never felt so worshiped, so appreciated just as her body and form were. He would kiss her from head to toe, every day, if he could.
He lapped her up, tasting her climaxes and encouraging her more with his tongue inserted inside her. The sensations were surreal, dirty, and wonderful. She held onto his head as she thrust her hips forward, wallowing in the pleasure, letting herself think of just her sensations for once.
She began thrusting faster, meeting his tongue and nose that rolled along with her clit. Her breath became shorter as she squeezed her eyelids shut, using him to control the climb of her orgasm, the power making her feel like a fucking goddess.
It rose inside of her gently. It ran up and down her legs with the same delicacy of a caress, ascending her into divinity.
“Oh, Gage!”
She moaned his name as she rolled her hips onto his face. She bathed in the delights, never wanting to lose that feeling of euphoria.
Gage lapped her up, kissing her softly as she whimpered, following up her thighs and belly. He went to her neck as she breathed harder, then slowly pushed off the robe. His breath tickled against her skin, sending a chill up her spine as he rubbed her back, holding her as she rode the wave on and on.
“I love it when you cry out my name,” he whispered into her ear.
Rylee bit her lip, continuing to whimper, tilting her head back for him. He pulled off his robe as he continued to place fluttery kisses on her naked body. She stared up at the ceiling as her husband, her mate, trailed his lips up to hers, lingering with his warm breath flowing over her trembling mouth.
“I’m going to make you do it again,” he whispered, velvety and celestial. “And again, for the rest of our lives.”
Their mouths finally met, a kiss as soft as a butterfly’s wings. Rylee smiled beneath his lips, tasting him and her as their tongues swirled together.
“I think I can deal with that,” she said in a low sultry voice, nibbling at his bottom lip.
Gage proceeded to move inside of her for the second time in one day. He slid within her slickness easily, and they pulled each other in close.
Their glossy bodies moved together as one, Rylee running her fingers down Gage’s strong back as he thrust deep inside her. She buried her face into his neck, breathing in his musk, and he moaned into her ear. She loved the feeling of his weight moving up and down inside her, his cock touching her most delicate spots. She was exasperated from their lovemaking, but it was chaos and spontaneity that she adored the most.
He thrust harder, and she met his thrusts with equal velocity and fervor. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in even closer, never wanting to let go of the man who made her feel like she was touching God.
He tongued the mark he made on her neck as he huffed into her ear, reaching his climax with a low growl that made her toes curl.
“Mmm, baby, yes,” she whimpered into his ear.
He spilled inside of her, seizing his body, then holding her as she reached yet another cataclysmic orgasm. It shook the couch as she screamed his name again, rolling around against his hips as she relished in the wonders of their bodies.
They breathed in and out, Gage remaining on top of her and kissing her neck as they cuddled.
It was truly a dream come true. Having someone she knew was going to love her forever, making her feel pleasure in every way she could have never imagined. It was beyond reassuring to feel him on top of her, resting after a sacred event that he had been so afraid of informing her about.
“Baby,” Rylee whispered.
Gage lifted his head and then rested it on her breasts. He kissed the top of her mounds.
“Yes, my love?” he said.
She ran her hands through his hair, loving the forest scent that emitted from it. She watched him kissing her breasts, still in awe that she had this man as hers, forevermore.
“I am so thankful to have you,” Rylee whispered. “I can’t believe I met the love of my life and that it's you.”
Gage lifted his head, resting his chin on her chest. He was smirking, his ocean eyes boring a hole in her heart. But the hole was constantly being re-filled by those sea breeze irises, an infinite cycle of drought and brimming hope.
“You have no clue how wonderful you are, do you?” Gage asked.
Rylee beamed at him, continuing to run her hand through his hair. His heart was beating fast, like a little bird that wanted to sing.
“I love you so much,” she said, her voice cracking.