Page 36 of Homani True

Gage cups her face, staring intently into her eyes before he draws her in for another kiss. The light touch of his lips on hers has her body relaxing into him. Gage runs his tongue along the seam of her mouth, coaxing it open to deepen the kiss. She slips her hands up and wraps her arms around his shoulders, gently stroking the back of his neck.

Groaning, Gage grabs her hips and positions her over him, grinding his hardened length against her throbbing core. Straddling his lap, Lilly matches his pace, rubbing herself along his shaft as sparks of pleasure shoot through her. She yelps when Gage lifts her out of the water and places her on her back on the flat rock surface on the edge of the hot spring. Kneeling on the ledge where they were sitting, he uses his shoulders to spread her legs wide and dips his head between her thighs.

“I need to taste you,” he growls just before he licks her outer lips. His nips and kisses as he circles around her core have Lilly arching her body, chasing his talented mouth. Gage chuckles as he smacks her outer thigh. “Hold still.”

She raises up on her elbows and glares at him.

Gages tsks at her, then raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Play stupid games…”

Within seconds, Gage has her lower half pinned with his forearm across her hips. His shoulders acting as a barricade between her legs, keeping them spread to do with her as he pleases.

Oh fuck.

A moan escapes her lips when he blows lightly on her throbbing clit, his tongue follows, slowly tracing up one side of her swollen hood and then down the other side, touching her enough to bring her to her peak but not enough to relieve the pressure. He works his long, thick finger inside her core, and curls it, stroking the pulsing bundle of nerves inside her. The pleasure steals the breath from her lungs.

“Ohdearjesusfortheloveoffuckinggodplease.” The words tumble out of her mouth. Her body is on fire. If she doesn’t cum soon, she may very well lose her ever-loving mind. She is shaking with need, and beads of sweat have formed on her brow and upper lip.

Gage pulls back and releases her completely. The sudden emptiness shocks her system. Gathering her bearings, she looks up at him. He stands before her with his arms crossed and a smirk on his lips. “Need something, darlin’?”

“Oh, you motherfucker,” she says incredulously.

Chuckling, he reaches out and tweaks her overly sensitive nipple with his fingers as his other hand slowly glides up her inner thigh.

With a sigh, Lilly leans back once again as the fire begins to build within her.

She hears his satisfied grunt just before he takes her pulsing clit into his mouth and sucks hard, rubbing his tongue rapidly against it and the roof of his mouth as his finger puts pressure on the sweet spot inside her.

As her orgasm gathers, she raises her hips, pushing herself closer to his mouth. All of a sudden, the steel band of his forearm is across her hips, holding her in place. He pulls his lips away from her mound with a smacking sound, the devilment in his eyes a testimony to the game he’s been playing with her body.

“Nooooooooo,” Lilly’s moan ends with a cry of frustration.

Gage chuckles, then lines himself up to her core and slams into the hilt. The immediate fullness, partnered with his sudden punishing pace, has Lilly’s being flying to the stratosphere.

Her high-keening moan echoes off the surrounding forest as her body explodes with the force of her orgasm. She is floating on wave after wave of pure ecstasy. Gage pulls out and rests his head on her abdomen, occasionally giving her stomach little kisses while she recovers. She had heard of women having an almost out-of-body experience during an exceptional orgasm, but didn't quite believe it until now.

Lilly’s breathing eventually returns to normal, and she absently runs her fingers through his thick curly hair. They gradually stir, and Gage rises, holding his hand out to her to help her up. As she stands, she cups his very hard cock, but he gently removes her hand and kisses her forehead.

“Tonight was for you. It’s late, and as much as I love being deep inside you, we both have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” He guides her to the Jeep, her usual gracefulness lost on well-sexed jelly legs.

As they climb into the vehicle and head for home, she reaches out and cups the side of Gage’s face. “Thank you. For everything.”

Chapter twenty-two

LillygraspsCalliandDawn’s hands as they stand at the threshold of April's small cottage. Brook is on a supply run with Finn and can’t join them. The weight of sorrow and regret sits in the pit of Lilly’s stomach. As they enter, a heavy silence envelops them, broken only by the soft creaking of the wooden floor beneath their feet. She senses April's presence as it lingers, her essence interwoven with the remnants of her life scattered throughout the cottage.

Her gaze falls upon April's sweater, resting on the back of the couch as if waiting for her return. The sight tugs at her heart, a poignant reminder of the void left behind. A few dishes sit by the sink, left to dry in the faint light that filters through the window. It’s a testament to the mundane moments of everyday life, now made profound with the knowledge of how it can all be gone in an instant.

She gathers her strength and commences the bittersweet task of packing up April's belongings. As they carefully handle each item, they discuss various memories, bringing forth a mix of laughter and tears.

"Remember that time April tried to teach us how to bake a cake from scratch?" Calli reminisces, a wistful smile playing on her lips. "We ended up with flour all over the kitchen, and the cake came out looking like a lopsided pancake!"

Lilly chuckles. "Oh, man, she laughed at the shit we got up to. She always had a way of finding joy in the simplest of things."

"And what about that night she swore she could handle being the DJ for karaoke night, but her taste in music was... questionable, to say the least. We endured hours of '80s power ballads and disco hits." Dawn's eyes glisten with unshed tears, but a fondness shines through as she shares her own memory.

The women burst into laughter, and her heart lightens a little at the sound filling the cottage, momentarily lifting the weight of grief from her heart.

As the day wears on and the cottage grows emptier, the somber atmosphere begins to dissipate. Though the pain of loss remains, she finds solace in the vibrant tapestry of memories they have created. April's presence lingers within the shared laughter, tears, and love of her dearest friends. She isn’t gone. She will never be gone.

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