Page 83 of Make Them Cry
“Tell me what you need,” he says against my throat.
“You,” I say, shameless. “Just—don’t go slow to be polite.”
He laughs lightly. “You’re a bit bossy, you know that?”
“I learned from the best,” I say, and when I roll my hips he curses softly, like a prayer. I swallow the sound with another kiss.
He’s careful even when he’s desperate. He checks in without making it a speech. Like his fingertips pausing to ask, the tilt of his mouth waiting for mine to answer. When I nod, he moves. When I shiver, he learns. Every time I clutch at him, he gives me more.
I drag him closer, thigh hitching higher over his waist. The blanket slides off. The air feels cool on my back, because his body is a furnace everywhere else. He braces one forearm beside my head and the other hand splays at my waist, possessive and gentle and exactly what I didn’t know I craved.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admits, voice rough. “Wantedyou. Not just the idea of you—you.”
“Same,” I confess before I can be brave about it. “I kept pretending I wanted a ghost. Turns out I want the man.”
His mouth curves against my pulse. “Good. I’m tired of being a ghost.”
I tip his face up and kiss him like an answer. We move back to the couch. The whisper of our breathing fills the room. I tastesalt where I bit his lower lip, and he hums like he likes it and the sound goes straight through me.
“Wait,” I manage, dragging a breath. “One rule.”
“Name it.”
“No masks,” I say. “Meaning you always tell me the truth, even if I’m not going to like it.”
His eyes soften, heat and something like relief flickering there. “No masks.”
He kisses me like he means it. I believe him.
We remove the rest of our clothing, and when I spot his dick I drag a deep breath through me. “Uh,” I whisper. “You’re huge.”
He blinks. “You really know how to build up my confidence.”
I laugh lightly. “I’m serious, Gage. I wasn’t expecting you to be so…big.”
He strokes his dick and the sight of it has my insides burning with need. “Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off to thoughts of you.”
My eyes widen. His admission turns me on more than I ever thought possible. “Tell me. Show me.”
He leans his forehead to mine, pumping his long shaft with one hand. “The other night I sat on the other side of this wall and watched you on camera, and my cock was so fucking hard for you, River.”
Oh. My. God.
“And you jerked off?” I ask him, gazing into his eyes.
He lets out a deep breath, like it’s almost too painful to breathe. “Yeah, I did.” He pushes the head of his dick at my entrance, and I wrap my legs around his waist. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” He pushes an inch inside me, and I moan.
“Ah,” I whisper, my whole body going tense. Sure, I’ve had sex before, but it’s been a while.AndI’ve never been with anyone as big as Gage before. His dick is massive, and that’s not me overexaggerating. “Please go slow.”
He smooths a hand over my hair. “We can take all night if we need to. I’m not going anywhere.”
I smile, and then he kisses me. It’s long and slow.And oh, so passionate.He pushes inside me another inch, and I tighten my grip on him. The pain of his size dissipates, and what’s left is pure pleasure. I rock up into him and he smiles down at me.
“I feel that. You getting greedy for it?”
I bite my lower lip, wondering who on earth this woman is that Gage has brought out in me. I’ve never been this way in my life. Never been with a man so vocal and aware. It’s like he’s more in tune with my body than me. “Yes, Gage. I’m ready for you to lose control.”
His eyes search mine as his body stills. “You have no idea what you’re asking of me, River.”
