Page 35 of One Last Touch

“I want to kiss you,” I started. “Your lips, of course, your neck.” I lowered my eyes to his dick. “Other parts of you too.”

His smile was full of promise. “Okay, love. I’ll bite.” Sage rocked his hips into his hand and my own shifted helplessly in response. “But only if you keep those lovely fingers moving.”

I obeyed his command and was rewarded by his moan, throaty and deep, he looked at me like he wanted to consume me, like he would combust if he didn’t.

“I want to make you beg,” he said finally. “Stubborn woman, making everything harder than it needs to be.” He smiled grimly but it faded when he saw my hand wasn’t moving. “Don’t stop.”

I resumed my slow strokes and his eyes dipped down to look at me before they rose again, his breathing laboured.

“I want to kiss you until you’re dizzy, run my mouth down your throat and worship your breasts.” He groaned as his hand rolled over his head. “I won’t rush. I’ll make you whimper before I move my hand lower, sliding it through your wetness like you’re doing for me now.”

I gasped a little as my hips moved and he bit his lip. “That’s right, love. Just like that. When you start to pant and beg for me, when your hips are rocking uncontrollably, I’ll slide in one finger. Two. Do it for me now, love.”

I obeyed him, a short moan leaving my mouth as my head fell back. I heard the speed of his hand increase and fought the pleasure running through my body so I could watch him.

“Then, before you can get too wet, I’ll run my tongue over you. Sucking and feasting until all you can remember how to say is my name.” He smirked and I would have teased him if I had the breath. “Say my name, love.”

“Sage,” I panted and watched his eyes slide closed for a second as his hips jumped.

“Once you’re absolutely soaked, I’ll pull away and hitch your legs over my shoulders as I push inside of you. Not too deep, not yet. I want you to beg for it.”

My breaths were coming faster as my fingers moved quicker, the weight of his eyes and the gasps of his moans spurring me on.

“I’ll tease you with shallow thrusts until you’re going wild, hips bucking and voice hoarse from begging me—and then I’ll fuck you deep.” Sage’s voice was hoarse and my face flushed as we became lost to our own bodies, to watching each other in the here and now. “Fuck, Georgina—”

I needed no other encouragement, crying his name as my hips lifted and I came so hard I felt dizzy. I slumped back against the bed and felt the stirring of air as Sage got up and laid next to me.

“Did you…?”

“Yes.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “First time in, what, twenty years? I’d almost forgotten how good it could be. Though I do seem to be limited in some ways, no clean up.”

I shrugged sleepily. “Convenient.”

He chuckled. “Yeah.”

I rolled on my side so I could look at him. From across the room, Sage was stunning but up close I could appreciate him even more. He had a smattering of freckles across his shoulders that made me imagine him gardening in the sun, topless, sweaty… Thankfully, my body was too blissed out to be turned on by the imagery.

“Were you with someone? Before, I mean.”

He shook his head. “I dated, yeah, but I was single when it happened.”

“What about your parents?”

“What about them?”

“Have you seen them at all?”

“No.” He looked at me and I wanted to smooth away the pain on his face. We were like two halves of one whole, both missing our parents, our lives, but from different sides of the veil. “Not since my funeral.” He laughed bitterly. “Not something I’d ever imagined I would experience.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too.”

“When’s your birthday?”

He smiled slightly and my heart beat quicker. “April seventeenth.”

We went back and forth, asking each other questions and I let him tell me about his life and I tried to catch him up on what he’d missed in the twenty years he’d been stuck here. And as we laughed, I had that same feeling again of being exactly where I was supposed to be.

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