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She laughed, spanking me again, and I let out an exaggerated cry. “What was that for?”
“For being a good girl and letting me taste you.” She tugged at my waist gently, pulling me up so my back pressed against her chest. “Spanking can be as much a reward as it is a punishment.”
She kissed my neck with tender care as her fingers squeezed my breasts. I’d never wanted to be consumed with someone as much as I wanted to be consumed by her. I tilted my head, my mouth parted for a kiss. Sage indulged me as one of her hands sneaked between my legs, the circles she made firmer than before. My pussy was wet enough to make noise now, and it didn’t take long for me to make sure her fingers were slippery. She used the excess to lubricate my breast, and I watched her fingers on my nipples, coating me before turning me around to clean me off.
Sage sucked both my nipples with her eyes closed, and I brushed my fingers across her jaw as she did it. I murmured encouragement, a jumble of words weighed down too much with lust to make much sense. She didn’t seem to mind the nonsense, though. Whatever I said made her finally remove her sports bra.
Her breasts were far larger than mine, sinking without the support of a bra, areolas wide and beautiful. Her nipples hardened so much, I didn’t even know how she managed to go so long without stimulation. I was determined to fix that, returning the favor.
She gasped as soon as my mouth made contact. For the first time since we’d known each other, Sage sounded soft and sweet. I loved it. I loved that I was the person she trusted to let behind the curtain. The way she looked down at me with those dark eyes hinted she felt the same.
“Use your teeth a little?” Her request was given through hooded eyes, and I was more than willing to please her. I applied a little pressure and received the world’s sexiest groan.
I moved to the other nipple, mimicking the pressure and receiving an even more thrilled response. Her head tilted back, and her body shivered against mine. God, tonight was going to be fun.
She wanted me to crawl in the bed first when we finally decided we needed more space, and I felt like I looked clumsy as I clawed at the sheets. Her sigh indicated disagreement—when I flipped over on the bed to see her gaze, it possessed the kind of danger I never thought I’d be able to invoke in someone with my smiles and kind words.
“Can you relax on the pillows for a second?” Sage climbed onto the bed, balanced on her knees, keeping her distance.
I leaned against the plush, silk pillows. The fabric was chilled, and I relaxed into them, grateful for the temperature change. Much like the living room, Sage hadn’t done much decorating. The black sheets and drafting table shoved into a far corner did give the space some character, though. I noticed an old acoustic guitar on a gray bean bag, a stack of poetry books on her near-empty bookshelf.
“So she is more than a drawing machine,” I teased.
“What’s that?” Sage finally crawled to me, done with the unnecessary space between us.
My heart beat ten times faster when she wrapped her arms around me again, and I felt like I was where I was supposed to be once more, a feeling I’d only ever gotten with a pen in hand. It was both too much and not enough, and I pulled her down to me for a kiss before whispering, “You do stuff besides art.”
“Occasionally.” She nodded in agreement. “Like now, for instance. I occasionally spend my free time making pretty girls orgasm.”
“I haven’t had one yet,” I teased. “So that’s yet to be determined.”
“Well, if that’s what it takes for you to believe me.” Sage laughed and kissed me. “Then I better get to it.”
Goosebumps ran up my arms from how she stared down at me. Her finger circled my cheek for a moment as she took me in, and I loved how beautiful her patience made me feel, like she wanted to savor every second.
“I can’t believe you’re here with me,” she whispered before she gave me a deep kiss, biting my lip before pulling away.
From that point forward, I knew I’d refuse to be with anyone who didn’t savor me.
Sage kissed my chin, neck, chest, belly. She played with the soft hair on my pussy, whispering something about how sexy it is and how beautiful I am.
“Can you take your pants off?” I asked before her mouth covered me. “I want to have easy access…for later.”
She laughed and did as I asked as her pants slid off easily. As soon as I saw how much her panties had ridden up her ass, I stopped her from removing them too.
“They look hot ridden up like that. I want to enjoy the view,” I explained, enticed by the outline of her pussy. The wet spot around her clit would be the death of me. "Plus, I want to use them later."
“Always planning a few steps ahead,” Sage said.
“You used to hate that about me,” I reminded her.
She made a soft noise of agreement. “It’s sexy in the bedroom, though. Please don’t stop.”
Her mouth was on my clit before I could respond, and everything else sunk away. We were in another universe together, one painted with our clashing colors and our need to be better than yesterday. All the energy we’d poured into our rivalry evolved into a keen awareness of one another’s needs. Sage interlocked her fingers with mine, sensing I liked the romance of hand-holding. I pressed my hand on the back of her head, guessing she'd like to feel how much I wanted her.
“That’s perfect,” I said as she swirled her tongue around my clit. Sage was slow and steady with her licks, eating me out with everything she had, using her tongue and lips to trigger differing sensations.
I glanced at our entwined fingers, obsessed with the straining veins and contrasting brown. Her dark brown was close to the shade of the night sky in the darkness of her bedroom. When I tried to clutch her harder, a twinge of pain ran up my forearm, reminding me of my injury. Sage felt my wince and pulled back.
