Reviving Sage [Restricted Chapters]

[Chapter 17: Restricted version]

My hands traveled over the large column of his neck, while his lazily freed my thick curly tresses from my bun.

And finally, cards long forgotten in a pile on his floor, I met his lips with a hard, achingly slow, kiss that left both of us a mess for a long while. When I pulled away a moment later his eyes were still closed before they opened.

I stared at him long and hard for a moment before pushing him back down into the bed and kissing him again letting his hands roam and wander wherever they pleased, but when his hands found my bra under my shirt he groaned and unclasping it, pulling both my shirt and the extra unnecessary scrap of black lace over my head and throwing it onto the floor.

I lost myself for the shortest second when without warning his mouth left my lips and were at my chest along with his large calloused hands that were made for absolute sin.

Fuck.

I couldn't help the careless moan that escaped my lips when his mouth suckled on my left breast, and kneaded the other softly but hard enough to have me pressing into his warm hands and mouth for more.

His hand pressed into my skin, sliding down the valley of my breast and my taut stomach to the waistband of the oversized boxer-shorts I had borrowed from him making me lose sight of everything but the sensation of his bare skin on mine, "Ansel."

Focus. It's not about you.

I pulled his creeping hands away from the apex of my thighs and held them pinned at his sides as I made my way down the toned length of his abdomen, kissing and nibbling at every piece of tan skin I encountered until I came in contact with the defined V of his narrow hips, pressing a slow kiss to both sides.

I heard his him groan, and his hips inadvertently tipped upward under my chin.

I looked up at him to gage his reaction and smiled to see he was tightly gripping the grey satin of his sheets.

"What are you doing?" He asked huskily, giving me a look that made my insides melt.

My how the tables have turned...

I laid both of my hands on his strong thighs, careful not to touch the one part of him that was nearly pitching a tent at the moment, "Just relax...m'kay?"

"Sage." His tone was low and warning, and his eyes were almost black When I looked back up at him, "You don't have to--"

I bit my lip to keep from smiling, "I know I don't have to. I want to." I responded, and gently slid his grey sweats down and off, discarding them and leaving him completely naked and at my mercy.

My, oh my.

"I'm not going to last." He said suddenly with pink tint covering his face, and making him even more attractive if that was possible, "As soon as your pretty petal lips touch my dick I'm going to lose it."

I giggled and softly grabbed his hardened length, causing him to to close his eyes and hiss sharply, "Baby that's the point." I replied before I kissed the head of his cock.

His hands locked tightly in my hair as I sucked at his turgid dick, creating a rhythm of sucking slow and long before licking down and up his impressive girth. There was no way that I would ever be able to fit all of him in my mouth, because Ansel was by far the largest man in height and elsewhere that i'd been with.

But I still lived for a challenge and right now getting him to come in five minutes was my main one.

"Sage...fucking..." he tilted his hips and more of his length was consumed by my mouth, "Please...Shit please." He murmured incoherently and my lips curved upward.

Begging already? Oh I think I like this...

He groaned and bucked into my hand trying to meet my rhythm. It was the sexiest thing ever to see the emotions flit across his face. For the last time in a while I would enjoy this side of him. And I wanted to memorize every minute of this moment. The sound of his voice, the way his muscles strained, everything.

I looked up to see his head was tossed back and his breathing was a husky rasp.

Oh Ansel...give me those eyes...

He whispered words of encouragement to me as Adams apple bobbed deliciously, and I couldn't help but release him from my mouth and lean up to run my tongue over it as I worked him in my palm. He shivered and throbbed into my hand as I watched him under heated eyes.

 I nipped at his ear, "Let me see those pretty blues baby."

I let my hands work over him, alternating between using my mouth and my hands to stroke him, but at soon as my hand reached down to cup his balls kneading them and enjoying the weight in my hand he bucked so rapidly I thought I might have hurt him.

Ansel let loose a string of curses, "Sage stop..."

I released his head with a noisy pop and smiled up at him, replying with a small "no" before sucking him into my mouth again.

I could taste the salty, but sweet precum from the tip of his dick leak onto my tongue and I knew he was close.

His hands fisted his sheets, "Sage...ugh...I'm about." His jaw twitched and his body spasmed euphorically and I prepared myself for what was going to come, and after I gave him another suck his seed spilled into my mouth, hot and thick, in a sharp two spurts.

I wrapped my hands around him licking and swallowing every drop he had to offer me, and in that moment I knew why he liked to eat.

It was the satisfaction of knowing you made your lover come.

The thought alone was intoxicating, and the act itself was therapeutic.

Ansel didn't hesitate as he grabbed me and pulled me into a soul crushing kiss, and it didn't take long until I was the one naked and writhing, and whimpering wantonly beneath him, whispering small admissions of longing that I'd never willingly say to him during the light of day.

But even though he'd had me, and I'd eventually ended up submitting that night,  Ansel Callahan had submitted to me too, in more ways than one.

Even if he didn't give me my rematch.