Chapter 23

Gage’s POV

Big disappointment, but it is compensated with the sensation of our slippery skins deliciously rubbing against each other, producing a really ethereal variation of friction.

“Gage…” she calls my name. It isn’t really because she wants to tell me anything but to increase the urgency of her building need.

When she drawls my name again, kissing me as deeply as is humanly possible for her tongue to go, I fully understand the assignment she’s handing over to me. She wants to be merged with me in more than just our mouths. She wants us to exchange fluids more than just saliva, and she wants us to do more than just a slow carnal dance. She wants something fast-paced.

It’s easy to slide into her. The soapy water makes it easier to slide into her, and her voice delivers sweet orchestrating music to my ears, moans that I never want to stop. Luckily for me, the moans continue as long as I keep my pace, keeping them slow and purposeful while steadily in