His tongue parted my lips as his fingers undid the clasp on my bra. When he worked it free, he moved backward so he could slide the fabric down my arms and drop it to the floor. His body pushed me backward as he climbed onto the mattress and over me.
My body was a bundle of nerves, all on edge, and as his hips parted my thighs and I felt the pressure of his cock against my clit, even through my panties, that small contact sent me writhing over the edge. The tight coil that had built in my stomach unleashed a torrent of curses from my mouth as I screamed my release into the room.
“Damn,” Sage said with a grin.
Heat rose up my cheeks in embarrassment at how easily he had made me come.
“Hey,” he said, placing a soft kiss on the tip of my nose. “Baby, it’s okay. There are going to be a lot more where that came from.”
I didn’t doubt that at all, but it didn’t make it any less humiliating.
Apparently, Sage felt the best way to relieve my self-consciousness was to get me riled up again. His hand slid between our bodies, and his fingers delved inside my panties, parting my lips and rubbing hard circles over my clit.
My back bowed at his touch, pressing my breasts against his chest. A scream caught in my throat, and his tongue sliding into my mouth turned the sound into a moan that rumbled through my chest. Over and over, his digits worked at my soaked slit while his tongue mimicked the movements inside my mouth. I could feel the heat rising in my body, the electric pulse of orgasm growing closer and closer to shattering. Just as the pressure seemed ready to break, he removed his hand and pulled back to look at me.
“Hey,” I complained, my voice taut with frustration.
“What?” he asked, a slow smile spreading across his lips. “Just a minute ago, you were embarrassed about coming. Now, you’re so greedy you expect me to make you come again? Damn, I can’t win with you.”
“For fuck’s sake, Sage,” I said as I flung my arm over my eyes in exasperation. “Of course, I want to come again. I haven’t had orgasms in months. Why in the hell did you stop?”
“Because I want you to come with my tongue in that pretty little pussy,” he whispered against my ear.
I shuddered at his words, the movement turning into a shiver as he kissed his way down my body. He paused to suck first one then the other nipple between his teeth. His hand pinched each in turn then alternated, rolling one nub between his thumb and finger while the other tip was being nibbled, switching back and forth until I thought I would scream in frustration.
His dark gaze flicked up to me, and he smiled around my breast before finally releasing my sensitive nipples and continuing his descent toward my drenched slit.
His thumbs hooked into my panties and slid them down my legs, discarding them before he shifted his body to rest between my thighs. He smiled up at me and winked before lowering his mouth to my aching cunt.
Stars exploded behind my eyelids as my head fell back against the pillows, my body unable to control any muscle functions as he lapped at my slit. His tongue swirled my clit, laving it slowly before he pulled it between his lips. As his finger penetrated my channel, release finally found me again.
My fingers curled into the bedding as I cried out his name and struggled to keep from bucking against his face. Sparks shot through every nerve ending as wave upon wave of pleasure took me.
Sage continued to work my clit and pump his finger inside of me, adding a second when my body finally stopped writhing beneath him.
“I want you,” I said, the words coming out as more of a sob. “Please, Sage, get up here and fuck me.”
Though I had asked him to move, I still felt hollow at the loss of his fingers inside me. Knowing they would soon be replaced with Sage’s cock wasn’t enough to keep me from sighing at the emptiness that suddenly overtook me.
He had rolled off the bed and fumbled with something on the floor. I was about to ask him what he was doing when I heard the familiar rip of a condom wrapper being opened. Thank goodness, he still had his wits about him. I was so far gone I might have just pulled him on top of me and impaled myself on his member without a thought of protection.
He climbed back onto the bed and crawled over me, positioning himself between my legs. He pressed his lips to mine, and I tasted the flavor of myself on his tongue.
“God, you’re so beautiful when you come,” he said as he moved to trail hot kisses across my throat and neck. “I could make you do that for the rest of our lives and be completely happy.”
His words made my throat clench. I would be lying if I said I’d never, during all our years of friendship, thought about what this would be like. How he would be in bed. If he would ever deign to be in mine. Part of me had even wondered if we could ever make it as a couple, but I’d tried never to dwell on that line of thought. It had always seemed too farfetched to become a reality.
But now, here he was in my bed. About to be inside me. And he seemed to be considering the two of us being more than just friends when this was over. Before I could
