Confession Time: When I first wrote this chapter, I had completely forgot that at this point in the story Sparrow had destroyed Katy's bakery. I could go back a rewrite it all, but I liked the concept so much I'll just keep it this way. (And I'm lazy) So just a little warning, this chapter is slightly written for an alternate universe. And yes, it takes place right after Bonus Scene: The Promise. I hope you still enjoy! ____________________________
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The feeling of something going on between my legs stirred me awake the next morning. I wasn't sure why, but I found myself in the state of intense pleasure. At first I thought I was just having a really good dream, but when I could feel what was going on, my eyelids fluttered. This wasn't a dream at all. And for once, it was actually better.
I pulled back the covers to discover a very erotic sight of Gage's tattooed hands spreading my pale thighs apart to roll his head between them as he suckled gently at my now bare core. Maybe if he wasn't bringing me to such great heights I would wonder about when he took off my clothes, but right now, I couldn't care less.
My body was charged up even before I was awake. Mind-numbing bliss took over all of my senses. I couldn't control the moan that slipped out which made Gage pause his ministrations to look up at me, his face flushed and a smile on his glistening lips.
"Good morning, baby," he kissed my inner thigh.
"W-What are you doing?" I choked out, my throat still thick from sleep.
"I told you last night I was going to return the favor," my eyes widened at that. I didn't think he was serious, but now, as he adjusted himself even closer, I could see I was wrong. I was very, very wrong.
"As much as I would like to savor this we might have to hurry so we are not late for work," he ran his tongue up and down my slit. "Don't want to make the boss mad."
Holy fudge muffins.
I wanted to say something witty back, but I was reduced to nothing but moans as he clamped back on rolling his tongue in slow, languid circles. My body was so overwhelmed by the sensation that I slumped back onto my pillow, gripping onto the sheets for mercy. Multiple times I thought I was going to lose myself, but not once did tell him to stop. In fact the only thing I really did was beg for more.
Which he gladly provided.
Right when my climax was just a few seconds away he suddenly slipped both of my legs over his shoulders and leaned up, never detaching himself from me as he feasted from a different angle. It was absolutely maddening and a few times he had to pause to tell me to be careful with my legs so that I wouldn't accidentally strangle him. I immediately stopped not wanting to hurt his body even further than it already was, but goodness was it difficult to not squirm around.
Soon I felt that familiar tight feeling in the lower parts of my stomach. I was a panting mess and briefly I wondered how he was so good at this, but my thought came to a halt when he suddenly slipped his fingers between between my folds pulling out much louder moans.
