Page 46 of One Last Touch

“Absolutely not,” he said firmly and I laughed breathlessly. “I think we’ve waited long enough, don’t you?”

Our mouths met again and this time there were no more interruptions, just us, his taste in my mouth, his body shockingly warm beneath mine. Sage’s hands roamed over my body, squeezing and stroking like he’d been yearning for this moment forever.

“I’m conflicted,” he mumbled as he pressed a kiss to the hollow of throat beneath my jaw. “On the one hand, I really want to savour this. On the other, I just need to be inside you. Now.”

“We’ve got forever to savour it,” I said between kisses, biting at his lip and grinning when he moaned. “Right now, I want all of you.”

“Thank fuck,” he said and then breath of relief that left him made me laugh until one of his hands cupped my breast, peaking the nipple through my clothes before he pulled my top away impatiently, bringing his mouth to my skin and making me gasp.

The relief still coursing through me was heady, a strange high that left my head swimming as he worked to taste all of me. His mouth sucked at the skin of my throat, a prickle of stubble filling me with awe because he was here. Sage was here and alive and we could have all of this.

My hands stroked the ends of his hair along the back of his neck as he moved to worship my breasts, hot mouth laving and sucking until my spine arched into him, my thighs straining wider around his hips.

“Georgina,” he murmured, the sound like a prayer. “Georgina, Georgina.”

I shivered and moaned my approval as one of his hands slid down my stomach and lower, to caress me through my underwear.

“Clothes,” he mumbled as his mouth worked to taste every inch of me. “Off. Now.”

I stood up and swayed for a moment before shucking off my clothes as quickly as I could. I was hungry for him, letting him look his fill of my naked body for only a moment before I climbed back atop him.

“You’re beautiful.” His breaths were harsh against my bare shoulder as I moved against him and my hands trembled with need as I pulled away to help him remove the final barriers between us.

He’d called me beautiful, but I wasn’t sure I’d ever get over how stunning he was. I’d seen him naked before, but now he was alive he was an absolute vision. My body settled against his, revelling in the feel of our skin against one another as his deft fingers moved between us to press against me, testing.

“You’re so wet, so hot.” One finger circled my clit before pressing down and I gasped, wanting more, practically demanding it as I rocked my hips eagerly. One finger pushed inside me and I whimpered, loving the friction, the stretch, and when he added a second I pulsed around him, making him freeze. “Don’t come yet, Georgina. I want you wrapped around my cock when you do.”

“Then you need to hurry up and fuck me,” I said breathily in his ear and felt him jump against my stomach, his need rising with my own until we were frantic, encouraging each other with our hands, our mouths.

Both his hands cupped my inner thighs, pulling my legs further apart as he slicked himself against the wetness I could feel before he pressed his head inside.

“Yes?”

“Yes,” I gasped and cried out when he thrust into me in one long stroke that was my undoing. I clamped down around his dick, the muscles in my pussy quivering as he fucked me through the orgasm. The wet sounds of our bodies joining made my hips tilt, wanting more, knowing he could give me it.

The motion of his thrusts increased and I knew he had to be close too, his every movement wringing sparks of pleasure within me as he circled his hips tightly. I shattered, and he broke, calling my name as his head pushed back, the muscles in his throat tensing as he pushed into me one more time.

The adrenaline faded and pleasure overtook my body until I was drowsy, lounging naked against his chest as he stroked a hand up and down my spine.

“That was…”

“Good?” I teased but genuinely wanted to know. It was his first time in about twenty years, I would have hated to disappoint. “Because I’m pretty sure I’ve never had sex on the floor before.”

“Better than good. It was everything—you are everything.”

I relaxed and nearly purred when his hand moved from stroking my back to combing through my hair.

“I wish you’d told me.” His hand tightened against my head, cradling me as his other arm came around me and held on tightly, like he’d only just realised how close we’d been to losing it all. I huddled into his chest, my head fitting perfectly beneath his chin.

“I didn’t want you to worry and I knew you would try and stop me.”

“You’re right, I would have. I never would have wanted you to do that for us.”

“I know.” I breathed deeply, letting the scent of him fill me. “It’s why I love you.”

“I’m mad at you,” he said firmly and I nodded.

“Well, I have forever to make it up to you.”

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