Page 28 of Inked Beasts

“Not even half as beautiful as yours. As you are.” And she is beautiful, but I’d love her no matter what, because her physical appearance is nothing compared to her soul, and the way that she completes mine.

Her fingers tug at the snap on my pants and then draw down the zipper. Her eyes widen, and then her warm hands wrap around my cock, which is semi hard and quickly turning to granite.

“Gage, I want you inside me.”

I had other plans. Slow, sensual, extremely detailed plans for what I wanted to do to her first, but they can wait, because whatever Lexy wants, Lexy gets.

She lets go of me long enough to push her pants and underwear off of her hips, and with a few reverent strokes of my thumb, I find that she’s more than wet and ready for me.

Her hips jerk when I brush over her clit, and her mouth falls open. Her legs spread wide, welcoming me in as her hands pull at my shoulders, urging me closer.

My eyes are fixed on hers as my cock presses into her, finally going slow, inch by wondrous inch. Her gaze darts to the side as she bites her lip, but then she meets me again, staring back as her hips lift, taking me further inside her.

The two of us moan together, and my eyelids squeeze shut, taking it all in, recentering myself.

We may have gotten off to a quick start, but that’s not how we’re gonna finish.

“Doing okay?” I ask. Her hands are digging into my shoulder muscles, and her eyes are closed, but they flutter open at my question, and she nods quickly.

“Yeah. Good. Great.”

My lips curve into a smile before I dip down for a kiss.

I haven’t moved in her yet; I’ve been savoring her and letting her adjust. When I finally pull back, it’s tortuous heaven, her inner walls gripping me tightly, urging me to return.

I press in again and we both moan.

My arms slip around her, hugging her to me, her soft breasts pressing into my chest as I start to stroke inside her.

I slide one hand down to squeeze her bottom before pressing her hips up into mine, removing any space between us there, creating a friction right where I hope it will feel best for her.

Her face confirms that I’ve got it just right.

“Gage.” Her breathing grows shallower as her fingers dig in deeper, anchoring me to her, as if I would ever leave.

I watch her face—her beautiful, perfect face—as she slowly and steadily loses control.

Her nipples pebble against my chest, a fine sheen of sweat coats her skin, and when the moment comes, her head arches back, her graceful neck stretched beneath me as she cries out my name again.

Somehow, I manage to keep myself together as her pussy squeezes my cock, her body throbbing around me, her hand clamping down on my arm.

Her release is long and deep, and when she finally opens her eyes, tears seep from the corners, sliding down her cheek.

I reach to wipe them away, but she turns her head, as if wanting to hide from me.

I lay a kiss on her cheek and brush her hair back from her face. More tears fall, and she still doesn’t look at me, but she tangles her leg around mine and wraps her arms around my neck, keeping me close.

After a minute or so, when I’m mostly only aware of her heartbeat and the warmth of her body pressed against mine, I roll onto my side, bringing her with me, tucking her head to me, holding her tight.

“Sorry,” she says, her voice a soft puff of breath on my arm.

Mine is a fierce whisper in response as I pull her closer. “Don’t ever be sorry.”

We rest like that for several more minutes, until her breathing is slow and steady and her fingers begin to tease my skin.

Our bodies have come together. We’ve been as close as two people can be. I could die a happy man right now.

But I’m just getting started.

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