“Get those perfect tits out,” he said, his voice gruff.
She was breathing heavier as she unhooked the bra from behind and let it fall away. He took it from her and tossed it onto the shirt.
“Offer them to me.”
Kenzie adjusted herself on the bed, so she was on her knees, then cupped her breasts and pushed them together as she lifted them in offering.
He stood over her, staring for several seconds before he extended a finger and traced the sound wave tattooed above her left breast.
“Tell me about this,” he murmured.
She blushed and looked down at the black wavy line on a rainbow of watercolor splashes.
“It’s a little sad. I don’t want to ruin anything by being sad.”
He cupped her jaw and bent to brush a tender kiss across her lips. “I’ll be right here to remind you of everything there is to be happy about.”
Settling more comfortably on the bed, she took a steadying breath and dove into the explanation. “The sound wave is a clip from the last voicemail my mom ever left me. It’s her saying I love you.” It never got easier to talk about, but having Gage here touching her as she told the story of her tattoo made it a little easier.
“She loved to paint, so the watercolor splash is an ode to her as well. My dad is the one who encouraged me to learn sound engineering and work on the tech team in theater class, so the sound wave is my tribute to him.”
Kenzie wiped a stray tear and looked up to find Gage doing the same. “That’s the most beautiful way I can think of for you to honor them, Kenz. Thank you for sharing.”
“Thank you for listening,” she murmured.
“Can we get back to the fun stuff now?” she asked after a long pause. In a moment of boldness, she lifted herself up on her knees again and offered her breasts to him as he’d commanded before asking about the tattoo.
His gaze turned heated, and he bent and pulled one hard nipple into his mouth, sending an electric shock through her system straight to her clit.
She trembled as she fought to hold her position, while he showered each nipple with attention, sucking hard, and biting down every few seconds, hard enough to make her wince.
When she was squirming away from him, he fisted a hand in her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. His teeth sank into the tender skin, and she cried out.
“Tell me what you want,” he commanded, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke.
“You. Only you,” she whimpered, overwhelmed by the way his warm breath skated over her sensitive skin.
“Not good enough.” His tone was sharp and brooked no argument. He was intense tonight, and it made her want to give him whatever he demanded.
“I want to forget everything. I want to be consumed by you. Make me cry and come and fuck me until I can’t think anymore.”
Her response must have been good enough, because he lifted her up by her hair until she was standing and unbuttoned her pants. Dropping to his knees, he yanked them over her hips, taking her panties with them.
“These need to fucking go,” he muttered as he helped her step out of them.
“Excuse me?”
“Panties. Stop wearing them.”
Her breath caught as her pussy clenched at his command.
“Seriously?”
He reached behind her and smacked her ass hard. “Do I sound like I’m joking, imp? Unless you need them, don’t fucking put them on again. Now say Yes, Sir like a good girl so we can move on with our night. You need to come, and we need sleep.”
Stunned, she stared down at him and whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
“Better. Lay on the bed.”
