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He lifted his head. “We were different. You were different. We were like a fucking volcano that kept erupting.”
“I want to start from the beginning and hear it all to the end. I’m calling Uncle Neil and staying home today. It’s time I heard this. Please.”
Gage stared down at me. I could see the reluctance in his eyes. “I’d rather you stay home and let me give you more orgasms than you can count.”
I shook my head. “Not until I’ve heard it all.”
“But you know how talented I am with my tongue.”
“Gage”—I reached up and cupped his face—“I want to hear about us.”
He finally nodded. “Fuck.”
“I’ll go make breakfast first,” I told him, then tossed back the covers and climbed out of bed.
Standing up, I looked around for my robe since I was naked. He’d refused to let me sleep in anything.
“Fuck,” he whispered as his hand gently brushed over my bare butt. “Damn, baby. I hit you too hard.”
I couldn’t tell if that was his aroused voice or pained one. Maybe both. I reached for my robe.
“I bruise easy. I’m fine. It’s my pale skin. You should have seen my wrist after you almost broke it. I had your handprint around it for almost two weeks.”
My feet were off the ground, and I was on my back, staring up at him. Gage hovered over me, his hands on either side of my head, holding himself up.
“I bruised your wrist?”
I nodded, trying not to look at his beautiful body.
“You never showed me.”
I shrugged. “You hated me.”
He winced and then picked up the wrist that he’d once hurt. I watched as he brought it to his lips and kissed it. My breath caught as his tongue darted out against my pulse.
“I’m sorry,” he said, pressing his lips to it again.
I squirmed underneath him. “You’re forgiven.”
He frowned, then put my arm down. “Your ass has my handprints all over it.”
I smiled. “I’m sure it does. Didn’t you leave marks on my ass back when you used to spank me?”
He shook his head. “We didn’t get to see each other like this. You lived with your parents. Who didn’t find out about me until close to the end, but they hated me. I didn’t get to see you naked in the mornings. The spanking thing was also later in our relationship. I got mad at you because you fucking flirted with guys to piss me off. I lost it one night at a bar we all used to go to and took you out to my truck, then spanked your ass. I was so fucking angry. Then, you started moaning and asking me to do it harder. I swear to God, I almost shot my load in my jeans. You were so wet that you had to take off your panties.” He put his knee between my legs and pushed them open. “Now, I need to fuck you. Talking about that has my cock throbbing.”
It had made me wet too. I bent my knees and lifted my hips to take him in fully when he thrust inside of me.
“Did I flirt with guys because the sex after was hot?” I asked.
He paused and looked down at me. “Fuck,” he whispered. “Holy fuck.” He shook his head. He started moving in and out of me slowly. “You might be onto something. Every time you did it, we fucked like maniacs after. How had I never realized it?”
“Maybe we fucked a lot, so you didn’t see the trend.”
He began to move faster inside me. “Once I got inside you the first time, I became a fucking addict. All I could think about was burying myself inside you again. And you were too damn young. So fucking sweet. Then, you started playing with my cum when it leaked out of you,” he groaned. “It made me unhinged.”
Teenage me was an adventurous sex partner. I started thinking about his cum on my fingers as I touched myself, and my clit pulsed. My nails clawed at his back as he became more intense.
“Think of it this way. Today, when you tell me about the past, you can give me explicit details about our sex.”
