He saidIwas breathtaking? He was theepitomeof male perfection with damp, dark hair hanging in his eyes and lips swollen from giving me pleasure. He was honed, scarred from battle, and the sculpted image of virility with powerful thighs braced on either side of my hips.
But that thick length in his hand was what really had the molten heat erupting in my veins as I watched him squeeze and pull on it. His every slow stroke drew a sharp inhale from him and sometimes a bead of precum from the slit on his swollen head. I glanced up to revel in the unapologetic torment and pleasure on his face.
All while his eyes stayed focused between my spread thighs where he clearly intended to plant that cock.
“Sage,” I groaned, lifting my hips up toward him in an invitation that had him shifting forward. His free hand hit the ground next to my head as he leaned over me quickly. His other hand continued stroking as if he could not stop touching himself once he started, and he leaned down to brush his lips against mine.
“Last first time,” he murmured, and I was surprised to hear his voice shaking a little. Then he shifted so he could brush the broad head of his cock through my drenched slit and coat himself in my arousal. A shameless whimper burst from me, a truly pathetic sound that I never would have expected to pass my lips, but I couldn’t muster the ability to care. Not when the mere brush of his velvety hardness had adrenaline pulsing through me.
On another downward stroke, Sage shifted forward on one hand and his knees. His cock was deliciously thick, and it took several seconds of gentle pressure before his engorged head would breach my body. As soon as it did, pure heat throbbed through me and my skin pebbled with gooseflesh.
Sage released his breath and raised his eyes from where we were joined. His pupils had dilated so much he looked half wild, and I thought he’d lose his composure. But even as his face tensed with an emotion between torment and pleasure, he stayed perfectly controlled as he began slowly pushing deeper. My hips tilted instinctively to give him a better angle to penetrate, and his lips parted along with mine once he slid in all the way to the hilt.
In my life, I’d had many different kinds of lovers and a slew of different sorts of sex, but it had never felt like that moment before. I was not sure if it was all the so-called edging or because he was myanam, or if it was justhim, but it felt like coming home.
Sage hesitated, drawing in a shaky breath, and I knew he was forcing himself to stay in control and savour the feeling of being inside me for the first time. I wanted to do the same, but it was all I could do not to squirm or raise my hips to create the friction I desperately needed.
And then,finally, he shifted onto his forearms to bring us flush together, and he started tomove. It was all still achingly slow and so emotionally poignant that it brought tears to my eyes.Butgods, it felt good.Every thrust was deliberate. Intentional. He was so fully engaged with me, our gazes never wavering from one another. Except when he would look down to watch my mouth open in a gasp when he would give me a more forceful thrust. And then he wouldsmileat me with so much love and adoration in his expression that it made my eyes sting.
“You feel so good, Summer,” he groaned after a few blissful moments. “Look at you taking me so good.”
I was unsure what he was doing at first when he began to shift his position higher over me. But as he shortened and quickened his pace, I felt how the new angle now had his cock gliding over my clit with every thrust. One of his hands lowered to my hip tohold me in place as he began to fuck me more roughly. And it was not long before the embers of my orgasm started to flare again.
I gasped in utter shock when I felt it since I had never been able to climax this way before. But with the angle, the pressure, and the pace, my body was helpless to it.
“Is this alright?” he asked me, but there was a knowing glint in his eyes as he increased the pace yet again.
“Yes!Don’t… Please don’t stop! I’m s-so… Sage, I am so fucking close,” I pleaded with him frantically.
“I know,” he groaned. “I can feel you quivering around my cock. You are ready to come apart already.”
I whimpered again and nodded.
“Don’t hold your breath, Summer. Just trust me to get you there,” he whispered softly, his voice at odds with the ruthless way that he was now taking me. But the building sensation was so all-consuming that it seemed impossible not to lose my breath and focus on the orgasm. “Breathe,” he ordered more firmly, punctuating the demand with a commanding thrust that nearly pushed me over the edge.
I sucked air into burning lungs, and the orgasm danced away from me just like I knew it would. But Sage kept going at that perfect pace with the perfect pressure on my clit until my body had no choice but to obey him.
“That’s it. Keep breathing like that for me and trust me to get you there. You are going to come,” he promised, talking me through the part when I would normally have become impatient and lost focus. And something about him taking charge of my orgasm like that seemed to be liberating on a cellular level.
My body erupted with the most devastating waves of ecstasy that seemed to pulse through every inch of me from my toes all the way to my scalp.
“That’s it! Keep breathing. Keep coming,” he growled through gritted teeth as he maintained his pace in order to wring every second of pleasure from me that he could. Feelingme come around his cock seemed almost more than he could handle, but he was determined, and I was thankful for it as the orgasm went on and on.
The ecstasy gradually exhausted itself, and he slowed his frantic pace to help bring me down from the glorious high gently. I meant to lay back on the stone floor beneath him to watch him come next, but I hadn’t anticipated the sudden emotional whiplash that surged through me.
Before I knew it, I had burst into tears, and they were not the pretty ones that Orlaith shed, but a hot torrent that was unleashed from some painful cavern inside. A deep sob tore out of me so hard it felt like it had split my chest open on the way out. I wasmortifiedby the outburst and tried to turn my face away from Sage, expecting him to be confused and uncomfortable with the strange display.
But I should have known better.
Sage shifted down, gently dislodging himself from me before I was really ready to be parted from him. I thought he would pull away then, but he had only moved down so he could plant a series of the most tender kisses across my forehead and down one temple to my jaw and neck.
“It’s okay,” he breathed. “It’s okay.”
I tried to reassure him that everything was fine, he had not done anything wrong, I hadno ideawhy I was crying, but I could not seem to say the words. There was pressure in my chest, a crushing sensation that was somehow both painful and euphoric. All I knew was that I was finally safe enough to unleash all the anguish that Orlaith had been so public with. Because this fragile part of me would only ever belong to Sage alone.
“It’s okay,” he said again. “I know, Summer.”
“How can you know?Idon’t even know!” I objected tearfully, unable to help lifting my face for more kisses.
