Gage held himself still for as long as he could, but as her touch grew more insistent, he felt blood rushing to his temples as his head swam. The scent of her was too much, and he just had to do what he’d been dying to do from the first moment he saw her.
Gage grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back gently, so she fell onto the couch. She giggled, letting her feet swing up into the air as her head hit the cushions. He grabbed her feet, being very careful of her sore ankle.
Then he parted her legs, ran his hands down her silky thighs, and dove down. She shivered as his hands pushed up the short dress, and his mouth got closer to her center. He paused for a moment, unsure if this was what she really wanted, then he felt her hand on his head, gripping his hair and unmistakably urging him down.
Gage moaned as his lips touched her slick, wet folds. He wrapped his mouth around her clit, lapping at it with his tongue and sucking on it. Rylee’s hand tightened on his hair, and she thrust her hips up, crying out over and over. He slid his tongue lower, exploring her inner lips and looking for more of her arousal. Rylee writhed under him, trying to open her legs further. With a low growl, Gage grabbed her thighs and sat up a little, getting her into a better position.
As he slid his tongue into her, Rylee let out a sharp cry, followed by a long, low moan. Her hand tightened on his hair, and she tried to thrust toward him, holding his mouth in position. He gripped her thighs tightly and obeyed her, instinctively knowing exactly where she wanted more pressure.
He felt her trembling all over as her cries slowly died down. She rocked her hips against him, one hand savagely gripping his hair as she moved him back and forth to her own rhythm.
There was a moment of complete stillness. He kept the pressure on, his lips and tongue pleasuring her from her core back to her clit. Rylee gasped, shuddering as if the breath was caught in her chest.
Suddenly, she came, letting out a howl that shook the room. Gage moaned, using his tongue to feel every single deep spasm, and trying to lap up every last drop of her juice. He felt her joints relax as she let go of his hair and fell back down on the couch.
He rested her thighs across his massive shoulders, looking down on her with wonder. She smiled up at him. Her expression was lazy and satisfied. Gage gently put her legs down and then stood, his hands going to his belt.
Rylee watched with wide, hungry eyes. He loved the way her eyes crept slowly across his body as if she needed to memorize every edge and shadow. He had never been admired with such careful, attentive focus.
He undid his belt, slowly pulling off his pants and letting them fall to the floor. Rylee cried out, reaching for him. He moved to the couch, and she grabbed his cock, sitting up so she could get a good grip and run her hand up and down the hard length.
Gage was experiencing another extreme moment of self-control. He was so aroused that all he could think about was sliding his cock into her, but there was no way he was going to interrupt her slow exploration of his body.
With her sitting on the couch and him standing beside it, she was at the perfect angle to stroke him with her hands and mouth. Gage trembled as he felt her breath brush against his hard length while her fingers squeezed him gently. He squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head back, tension running through him.
Rylee’s warm, slick tongue flicked out and caressed the head of his cock. Gage made a strangled cry, trying not to react. Then he felt her lips wrapping around him as she slowly sucked him down her throat.
It was so hard to keep still as he felt trembles running through his bones, his muscles shrieking in protest as he begged them not to react. Rylee kept running her lips and tongue up and down the shaft, pausing to suck every now and then. Gage felt like he was going to explode…not just with an orgasm, but with every inch of his body.
When Rylee paused, he looked down at her, seeing her big, wide eyes turned up to his face with an expression of need that made him completely weak. He dropped to his knees, lifted her legs, and wrapped his hands around her ass to drag her to the edge of the couch.
Rylee leaned back, grabbing the back of the cushion. As she did, she rocked her hips forward. Gage watched her open up for him, parting her legs so he could see everything as if she offered her deepest self.
The intimacy was not lost on him. He knew she wouldn’t do this for just any man. She was doing this for him and only him. The knowledge struck him right through, causing his arousal to ignite and fire his blood in a storm of passion.
He let go of her with one hand so he could guide himself into her. As his hard cock pressed at her entrance, she cried out, writhing. Gage was caught between watching her face and watching her pussy as she slowly took his cock inch by inch.
As he slid all the way home, chills ran up and down his spine. He had never been so hard, and he could feel her muscles gripping him, tightening around him as if they were welcoming him home. Gage looked down at her face, and at the exact same time, Rylee looked up at him. When their eyes met, his awareness of her body heightened even further. She twisted, thrusting her hips while she held onto the back of the couch.
“Fuck me,” she whispered as if she were afraid to speak the words. “Please!”
Arousal shot through him, combined with a soft, warm feeling that he couldn’t define. She was such a good girl … she didn’t even know how to talk dirty. Tenderness and lust rose in him, and he began to thrust slowly.
It took every particle of control he had, but he kept his strokes slow until he felt her inner muscles loosen and gush with her growing lust. Gage gripped her hips and moved faster, watching her face as she closed her eyes and gasped in response to his every move.
His cock hardened against her soft folds, opening her even farther. Gage moaned. The pleasure was so intense that it was nearly painful. Rylee writhed, her hips moving up and down as she gripped the couch behind her head so she could thrust against him.
Gage stayed completely still for a few seconds. He knew he was done for. All his self-control was gone. As he accepted this, he felt the bear inside roaring, flooding his cells with strength. He cried out as his primal nature took over, the animal cascading through his blood, rewriting his thoughts.
He began to thrust harder and faster, Rylee’s hips bouncing against him as he held her between the couch and his hard hands. She let out sharp cries at the end of every thrust as he slammed into the hot, wet end of her, and when she spasmed against him from the inside out, he bent at the waist as if her sounds of pleasure had dealt him a physical blow.
Rylee suddenly threw back her head and screamed. The spasms inside her collided in a massive rush that ran through her entire body, her muscles began trembling, and goosebumps were flowing over her skin. Gage roared in response as his cock filled to a painful hardness, then finally let go, spurting deep inside her with so much force that he felt like he was going to pass out.
He leaned forward, his hands braced on the couch on either side of Rylee. He panted, hardly able to hold himself up. Their bodies were still locked together, and he could feel her gripping him still, the aftershocks of the orgasm still running through her.
Gage waited for the blood to return to his brain. For the moment, he was still senseless, and maybe, he’d prefer to be. He still couldn’t quite believe this had happened. The most beautiful woman in the world had quite literally fallen into his lap and then invited him into her body … making him feel safe, loved, and wanted …
He opened his eyes and looked up. She was watching him, her big eyes dark in the soft light. She smiled at him, and it was as if he could feel the joy radiating from her very soul.