He dips his head, pressing hot kisses along my collarbone, down to the swell of my breasts.His tongue traces the lace edge of my bra before he reaches behind me, unfastening it with practiced ease.The cool air hits my skin as he draws the fabric away, his gaze devouring me.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, cupping one breast, thumb circling my nipple until it peaks."So fucking beautiful."
His mouth follows the path his hands have traced, tongue flicking over my nipple before he takes it between his lips.I gasp, my back arching off the bed as pleasure shoots straight to my core.His free hand slides down my stomach, fingers dancing along the waistband of my panties.
"These need to go," he growls against my skin, hooking his fingers in the lace and pulling them down my legs with deliberate slowness.His eyes never leave mine, even behind the mask, watching every reaction as he bares me completely.
Now I'm completely naked beneath him while he's still wearing his dress pants.The contrast makes me feel exposed and wanted all at once.He sits back on his heels, drinking me in with his gaze.
"Spread your legs for me," he commands, voice deep with desire.
I obey, heart hammering as I expose myself completely to him.Though his mask is on, I can see his eyes darken, his chest rising and falling faster.
"I've dreamed about this," he says, running his hands up my inner thighs."Seeing you like this again.Open and waiting for me."
The first touch of his tongue against my center has me gasping, fingers clutching at the sheets.He groans against me.The vibration sends shockwaves through my body.His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he explores with deliberate, torturous precision.
"Oh God," I moan, my head falling back against the pillows.The mask makes every sensation more intense, like I can focus on nothing but the feel of his mouth on me.He alternates between gentle licks and firm pressure, reading my body like he's studied it for years.
When he slides one finger inside me, I cry out, my hips bucking against his mouth.He adds another, curling them just right while his tongue works my clit.The dual sensation has me spiraling, every nerve ending on fire.
"That's it," he murmurs against me."Let me hear you."
I'm trembling, so close to the edge I can barely breathe.His fingers pump in and out while his tongue circles relentlessly.I'm so close, teetering on the edge, when he suddenly stops and pulls away.
"Not yet," he says, ignoring my whimper of protest."I want to feel you come around me."
He stands to remove his remaining clothes, and even in the dim light, I can see how much he wants me.When he settles between my thighs again, and the weight of him presses against my entrance, we both freeze for a moment.
Over the summer, after we were both tested, we stopped using condoms.I'd been on the pill for years, but it still felt like a big step.Now, in this moment, I'm so glad we made that decision because I want to feel him in me with nothing between us.
"Are you sure?"he asks, his voice barely a whisper.
I nod, reaching up to cup his face through the mask."I've never been more sure of anything."
He pushes into me slowly, both of us groaning at the sensation.He's bigger than I remembered, stretching me perfectly as he fills me completely.For a moment we stay still, foreheads touching, breathing each other's air.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," he groans, his forehead resting against mine."Better than I remember."
Then he moves, and I'm lost in sensation.Each thrust is deliberate, controlled, like he's memorizing every reaction, every gasp that falls from my lips.His hips roll against mine in a rhythm that has me clinging to his shoulders, nails digging into skin.
"Look at me," he commands, voice strained with restraint.
I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze through our masks.There's something unbearably intimate about it, more vulnerable than our naked bodies joined together.His rhythm falters for just a moment, as if he's as affected by the connection as I am.
"Gage," I moan, breathless.
He lowers his head to my neck, teeth grazing my skin."Say it again."At the club, it was always Sir, now with his name?It's so much more personal.
"Gage," I breathe again, his name a prayer on my lips.
His hips snap forward, pace quickening, as he groans against my neck."I love how you say my name."
The confession makes something bloom in my chest, warm and aching.I wrap my legs tighter around him, urging him deeper.
"I want to see your face when you come," he says, shifting and lightly running his fingers down my mask.
Reaching up, my hands tremble slightly as I trace the edges of his mask."Together," I whisper.