Adding a second finger, I reveled in the way her opening stretched around me. She’d feel fucking phenomenal around my dick.
She braced her hands behind her, not once straying her gaze from the mirror. I sucked, licked, and fucked her all at the same time, feeling her pussy slowly start to clench around my hand.
“Just like that, baby. Feel my fingers so fucking deep inside you. How wet you are on my hand. How all I can taste right now is you.”
She whimpered, her elbows bending a bit as she fought the urge to lie back.
“You want to lie down, do it. Do whatever you need to get there.”
Her head tossed back as her back hit the comforter and I fingered her deeper, pulling her clit back into my mouth to flick my tongue against the bud.
She arched her spine, her fists clenching in the sheets, and then she exploded.
A scream filled the air as her hands quickly moved to my hair, gripping it so hard that I had no choice but to keep my mouth firmly against her. Not that I’d want it to be anywhere else. Pleasuring Sage was my new favorite hobby. Just seeing her unravel like this made me feral.
Her whole body quaked with her orgasm, her pussy clenched so tight around my fingers that I was sure the blood had stopped circulating to them. But fuck, she could keep them. I was weak for her.
As she came back down, I gently slid my fingers out of her, then wiped my tongue over her center one last time, like I was so hungry that I had to lick her clean. Her body twitched slightly as I passed over her clit, the bud even more sensitive than before.
Gliding my mouth up a few inches, my lips ghosted over her scar, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin. I peered up at her. "Don't ever feel ashamed of the body that brought life into this world. Every inch of your skin is flawless."
She stared at me for a moment, blinking as she let my words weave through the dark crevices of her mind. Standing up, I laid on the bed beside her, pulling her to me so that her head lay on my chest.
We lay there in silence for a while, my hand idly running over her hair. For a second, I thought she may have fallen asleep, until she spoke up. “I haven’t done that in a long time.”
“Been fingered?” I asked, staring up at the ceiling. Her body was a welcome weight on me, and I never wanted to move again.
“No,” she said, adjusting her leg over mine. “Orgasmed.”
My hand froze on her hair. “How long?”
I felt her cheek move against my chest as she must’ve been chewing on it, deciding how to answer. “Since before I had Avery.”
Crinkling my brow, I lifted up on my elbows slightly, the changed position causing her to have to sit up with me. “I don’t understand. How?”
She inhaled deeply, like she was preparing herself to voice it. “Well, I was too pregnant for… When I was that big, I guess he didn’t want to…” She stuttered over the words before taking another steadying breath, then continued. “He didn’t want to unless he got something out of it, and I was too pregnant for sex to be enjoyable, so after about five months, we stopped. And then I had a C-section, and he didn’t…” She looked down at my shirt as her words trailed off.
“Hey,” I muttered, crooking a finger under her chin to bring her eyes back to mine. I loved when she looked at me. “I’m sure you already know this, but he’s an asshole, okay? Real men don’t treat women like that, and I promise, as long as you’ll let me, I’ll make sure you know every day how important you are.”
Her expression changed from sad to piqued interest. “As long as I’ll let you?”
“I like you, Sage. I don’t know if that’s clear after what we just did, but I want more. Not just of that, though I’d gladly take that every day,” I admitted with a smile, “but I want more of you. As much as you’re willing to give, I’ll take it all.”
“Are you saying you want to date? Officially?” she asked.
I nodded. “Do you?”
She blinked a few times and I dropped my finger from below her chin. “I mean, yes. But—”
“Baby, don’t think of the buts.” I lay back, pulling her on top of me so that she was straddling my hips. I brought my hands up to her cheeks, brushing her hair behind her ears. “We’ve got a million years to think of the reasons we shouldn’t, but what if instead, we spent those thinking of the reasons we should?”
A smile reached her lips, and all I wanted to do was kiss her again and again and again.
“I think that sounds like a good plan,” she said, inching her face closer to mine.
“A million years, then, yeah?”
Her smile widened, and right before she pressed her lips to mine, she murmured, “A million years.”
25
Callan
All I could smell and feel was Sage wrapped around me in the early morning light that peeked through the crack in the curtain. I’d stripped down to my boxers after we talked for a bit, crawling under the covers with her. She’d worn my shirt to bed, but from the waist down, she was bare. We cuddled all night, and even now, her leg was in between mine, pulling my thigh closer to her as the rest of her was draped over my chest. Her breathing was still deep with sleep, so I took the time while I waited for her to wake up to recite last night’s memory in my head.
Her moans were my new favorite sound, along with her laugh. Her smile, how fucking bright it was, was the only image I wanted to see from this point forward. I was falling too damn quickly for Sage, but I guess life didn’t have a timeline, so why would I pump the brakes?
I could waste precious time by holding back with her, but where would that get us other than delaying right where we both wanted to be?
An inkling of doubt crept in, reminding me of how I’d had the same thoughts before, and it left me heartbroken and alone for years. Trust wasn’t easy to hand out, but something about Sage made me want to open my walls again, tear down the fortress that I’d built in my mind to protect myself, and let her in.
She was already in.
I didn’t consciously realize it, but every lesson she came to with Avery, every interaction we shared from the moment we met at the coffee shop, it all piled together and I was tumbling down in an avalanche of feelings that I couldn’t hide any longer.
I liked her.
And she liked me, too.
