Page 86 of Silver Secrets

“Yes….”

“Are you wet, Sloane?”

Her bottom lip went back between her teeth as her knees fell further apart.

“Answer me, sweetheart. Tell me if your body is enjoying this.”

“Yes. Yes, I’m wet. Yes. This feels so good, Gage.”

“Keep one finger on your clit. Bring your other hand back up to your nipple and play with it for me. Both at the same time.”

Her tiny moans sent a shiver through his body. Fuck. He was getting worked up. She gasped, her back arching off the bed while her head pushed into the pillow.

“Oh, fuck. Those noises are killing me.” His cock leaked, begging for him to free it from his pants and stroke himself. There was no way he could. He’d promised Sloane he wouldn’t touch himself, and he meant it. No matter how many times she called out his name. No matter how many times she moaned in pleasure.

“Can’t. Help. It.” She panted. “I think… I feel like I’m getting closer, Gage.”

“Yeah, baby, I know you are. Keep working your clit, gorgeous. You’re doing so good. I know you’re going to get yourself off. Because you’re a good girl. You’re a good girl who wants to make me happy. And nothing will make me happier than seeing you fall off that ledge, Red.”

“I can’t…”

“No. None of that. You can. Because it’s not your hand touching you right now. It’s my tongue. And you taste so fucking good.” Gage moaned, imagining the moment he actually would taste her. Christ.

“Keep talking…”

“Fuck. You’re so beautiful like this. I’m fucking hard as steel over here, thinking about the moment my tongue finally get a taste of you. I love hearing you ask for what you need. Ready to take the praise I give you. I love it, Red. I love you.”

“More.” She was flushed, her breath hitching with every circle of her fingers. He could stare at her like that for the rest of eternity. “I’m so close. God, Gage. I’m so close.”

“Tell me what you’re feeling.”

“Hot. It f-feels too hot.” He heard her legs kicking away the comforter, and his eyes shot to the ceiling. She was laying naked, buzzing close to the edge of an orgasm, in his bed. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He had not thought it through enough. She wasn’t the only one moaning as the blanket reached her feet.

“I need… I can’t get there without…”

Gage’s mind slipped back to Sloane. “What, baby? What do you need?”

“I need you to come kiss me. Please? I need you.”

He’d never moved faster in his life. Gage climbed onto the mattress, his body staying to the side of Sloane while he leaned down and captured her mouth with his.

Her enthusiastic approval vibrated through him, sending lightning all the way down to his toes. Christ, his balls ached, begging for release as he felt the familiar tingle starting at the bottom of his spine. He shifted his hips, trying to find some relief. Holy fuck, he was going to?—

Her lips opened and he swallowed down her scream at the same time his own orgasm slammed into him. His chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath. Fuck, he’d made a mess of himself without eventouchingSloane.

The room was silent, except for the sounds of their breaths slowing down as they both came back to reality after their orgasms.

“Red?” he whispered, keeping his eyes trained on her face.

“Yeah,” she panted back, her voice still so fucking breathy and dreamy.

“I’ve got my eyes glued on your face right now. But I’m desperate to look at the rest of you. Just wanted you to know in case you wanted to cover up.”

“Gage, I knew what I was doing. You can look.”

His eyes dropped in a flash. Holy fuck. If he hadn’t just come, the sight of her naked in his bed, hair splayed out like a halo on his pillows, flushed the most delicious shade of cherry red from her cheeks… yup… all the way down to her toes, certainly would have sent him over the edge.

“I got hot,” she said sheepishly as she pulled the covers back over herself. God, she sounded like the most delicious combination of exhausted and sated. Fuck if his heart didn’t skip a beat looking at her like a goddamn sap.

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