Gage
I leaned down, my elbows digging into the blanket underneath me, tracing kisses along the inside of her thighs with agonizing slowness. Every brush of my lips made her sigh, soft and unguarded, the sound spilling out of her like it was meant only for me. It wasn’t just noise; it was pure pleasure, pure contentment, and it shot straight through me, unraveling every last shred of control I thought I had.
Her skin was warm beneath my mouth, and I lingered there, tasting the faint salt of the lake still clinging to her, feeling the way her body quivered each time I moved a fraction closer to where she needed me most. The scent of her filled my lungs, a sweetness that curled into my brain until I was drunk on her. I almost couldn’t stop myself—f**k, I didn’t want to stop myself. I needed
