Reviving Sage [Restricted Chapters]

[Chapter 22: Restricted Verson]

Small, warm hands smoothed over my shoulders, so softly and so featherlight I knew for sure I was dreaming.

Not that I hadn't dreamed of her before but..

"Ansel."

Somewhere between dreamland and reality I felt the bed shift under her, and what I thought to be a normal occurrence in the wee hours of the early morning darkness quickly switched into something a little more satisfying.

Her sweet husky voice was at my throat and I groaned, "Baby...wake up.."

I loved it when she called me that. When she would murmur it under her breath, or when she was a leaping and I held her close. The small endearment never failed to make my heart swell in my chest.

Her soft hair tickled the skin of my jaw and she pressed a soft kiss to my chin. I rubbed my eyes sleepily but didn't open them as I buried my head into Sage's dawn covers, Fuck this shit is soft, "I don't want to...it's too early."

She'd already kept me up the night before watching scary movies with her, and yeah I enjoyed it because it gave me a chance to spend time with her, but damn some of that shit was scary.

Her hands trailed down my torso, igniting a fire I didn't even know I wanted, and when she finally stopped her hands on the narrow ends of my hips I sighed in relief.

Tease.

I was fully awake now, but I couldn't help but toy with her a little longer. I turned back around to watch her and sighed contently.

I reached a hand up to stroke the side of her face gently, she's fucking beautiful.

I tried not to stare so hard, but I couldn't help myself. There was something so...ethereal about her. From the glow of her brown skin, to her thick curly hair, and soft exterior.

I was infatuated beyond explanation.

There was just something so easy right, and yet so complex about her, that made it so easy to fall in love with her.

You need to slow down A, you just got her. Don't scare her away by getting too emotional.

Her large, doe like brown eyes captured mine for the briefest second as I was about to let her go.

But how can I not be emotional? I'm falling in love with her.

"I can't sleep." she chewed on her lip and played with wild tendril of hair that escaped from her nightly bun.

Poor baby.

I chuckled lightly, "So what do you want me to do, honey?" I stretched and wrapped the sheets around me a little tighter, and gazed up at her, "Want me to tell you a bedtime story?"

She leaned down and pressed her full lips to my ear and pulled my lobe between her teeth, "I don't want a damn bedtime story, I want you to fuck me."

Almost instant the thought of sleep evaporated, and my dick strained, nearly pitching a damn tent at the thought of being inside of her.

Fuck.

"Sage..." Her light scent of pomegranate and vanilla consumed my senses and my mouth watered at the thought of tasting her pink little pussy.

Jesus, I loved the way she tasted. The way she writhed and squirmed when she couldn't get enough, or when she gripped my hair tightly when it became too much...

I tried to think of anything else but her, naked and writhing on my dick, but the image stay firmly planted in my head even as I turned her down. Too much was riding on tomorrow, "We can't baby, Ella's birthday is tomorrow and if we start something now..." I trailed off as her hands dipped past the line of my boxers, "No, Sage."