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I position her on her side, capture her thigh in the crook of my arm, and slide back into her warmth. Ah, fuck, she feels good. But her muscles are still tense. I lower her leg and reach around her, working her little nub. Kissing her shoulder, pressing against her, deep into her, loving every sound that escapes.
CHAPTER 22
Sage
Knox is inside me. I’m having sex. I’m actually having sex.
And it…hurts. The more he moves, the better it feels, and what he’s doing with his fingers has me squeezing my thighs, and oh…the sensations from when he used his tongue swirl back. It feels good. All of it. But he’s behind me, and I kind of want him back in front of me, so I can hold him…and touch him.
“Does that feel good?”
“Uh huh.” It’s all I can get out. I’m probably supposed to be doing something more, but I don’t know what. I can’t do much in this position, on my side. It’s… He’s stretching me and it’s…oh…it feels good, but really, it’s what he’s doing with his hand…
“That’s it, baby. Right there. Let it go. Relax. Give in to it.”
His deep, rhythmic tones coax, a constant reminder that I am with Knox…like really with Knox. My hand rises of its own accord, and I tease my nipple, twisting it.
“That’s it. That’s it.”
His fingers work my clit, the rhythm fast and hard, while he fills me, stroking in and out.
“Let go, Sage. Relax.”
It’s his hand, really. What he’s doing as he cups me, like he did on the sofa. He’s stretching me and there’s a fullness. I like it. Being with him like this. It’s?—
“Jesus, you feel good. Fuck. I am never gonna get enough of this.”
My muscles seize, and a wild animal sound escapes from within me.
Knox’s hip movements become frantic, the rhythm lost. And I’m curling over, but then I’m on my back, legs up in the air and Knox pounds into me.
Bliss. Sore. Blissful soreness. I open my eyes to see him close his. His facial muscles strain, the blood vessels in his neck bulge, his arms flex, and…oh…he pulses, deep within me. I can feel it…it’s the strangest feeling. But a good feeling. A really good way to end what at first didn’t feel so good.
He lowers himself and presses his lips to mine. My arms wrap around him, and I want nothing more than to hold him tight as our heartrates calm.
“Damn, girl. I think we both needed that release.”
He pushes back up like he’s doing a push up and slides out of me. There’s a slight pull… Some discomfort.
He stills. “There’s some blood. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
I look to the side, avoiding his gaze. My palm covers my scar.
“Are you about to get your period?”
“Not for a couple of days.” The answer flows out. But that was the wrong thing to say. I should’ve let him think that’s it. But no…that could gross him out. Who wants to have period sex?
He smooths his hand on the sheet below me. I close my eyes, and the mattress shifts. His feet hit the floor and the light clicks on in the bathroom. I reach for the sheet and pull it around me. Chilled and alone, I curl onto my side.
The toilet flushes and the water runs. Based on the volume of the sounds, the bathroom door is open. He hasn’t gone running to the other room. Yet.
His warm hand coaxes my shoulder. “Slide over. Make room for me.”
I do as he says, shifting more to the middle of the bed…closer to my side, giving him room. The bed sinks with his weight, and then I’m captured by a big, strong arm, and he pulls me against him, my back to his side. He’s still naked, and heat rolls off his body. He brushes my hair with his fingers.
“Sage, I’m going to ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me, okay?”
There’s a pressure on the back of my head. Like maybe he’s kissing my hair.
