Gage scrubbed his free hand over his face. “Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
“But, we have a few minutes alone…”
I narrowed my eyes when both of his palms smoothed around my waist.
“We cannot fuck while we have guests.”
He scoffed. “When the hell has that ever stopped anyone before?”
“Not the point. We’re hosting.”
“So? Our house our rules, and right now, my rule is that I want to be inside you. It’s been forever.”
“Oh pah-lease, it’s been like, two days.”
“Two days too long,” he murmured gruffly and pulled me on top of him.
My knees automatically fell wide and straddled his hips while firm fingers grabbed my ass.
Pushing onto extended arms, I rocked my pelvis a little and sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately, I don’t think we have time.”
“Fuck that. We have time.” Gage tossed me to the side and pinned me on my stomach. He hissed in impatience while shoving up my sundress to expose my booty. His fingers flicked beneath my underwear and teased my slit. “Damn, Lil, you’re more than ready for me.”
I craned my neck and smirked over my shoulder. “But areyouready?”
He grabbed my hand and shoved it against the erection straining within his shorts. “What do you think?”
“I think you’d better take those off.”
Gage wasted no time in complying with my suggestion. He whipped my underwear down, then kicked out of his clothing from the waist down. When he knelt behind me on the bed, I angled my hips high but kept my knees together.
“You’ll wear the Christmas shirt?” I asked, during his time of weakness.
He groaned and slid the head of his dick between my cheeks. “I’ll wear anything you ask me to, Sunshine, just let me in.”
The millisecond my knees moved wide, he slid into me with a long, low groan of satisfaction. My back arched to take him deeper and I eagerly meet each thrust with a breathy gasp.
“I want you to come around me,” Gage hissed, reaching for my clit.
“I want to, too, but I’m not sure I can with the time pressure.”
He pulled out without warning and flipped me onto my back. His hungry kisses consumed me while I welcomed him back inside my body.
Since having Elodie, we’d learned to snag each intimate moment when it arose. Often those rounds of sex were much like this one: hurried and laced with urgency to finish before our little blessing threw ice on the sexy time.
Gage held my legs wide while watching himself slide in and out, then flicked his eyes up to mine. The visible thirst in his dark irises made me smirk and reach between my legs.
A deep hum of approval rumbled. “Tell me when you’re getting close.”
“Yeah,” I breathed out, riding each wave of pleasure as it heightened.
The vein in Gage’s neck bulged as he fought to hold back until I’d started tipping over the edge, and it took several merciful minutes before my fingers worked their magic.
“Oh god,” I moaned right before my orgasm hit.
Gage anchored my legs wide as he thrust his way to his own release. He arched and shuddered, then stilled with his fingers still biting into the fleshy part of my thighs.