[Chapter 3] — Meg
Meg came back to their berth being a filthy mess, her husband asleep on the futon that doubled as a sofa reeking of his distilled spirits. There was no food, garbage everywhere, and he had clearly thought every corner was the toilet and getting it wrong every time. She was so tired; she had attended fourth births that day during her 12-hour shift and she was 22 weeks pregnant herself. To come home to this every night was not what she was expecting, but it hadn’t always been that way. At the beginning, Bruce was not a big drinker and he held a good job. Even though that job had been in one of the big industries that had contributed to Earth’s fast downward spiral he was still paid well and had good benefits. He was kind and attentive and loving, he’d wanted a big family and a happy life, just as she had. When everything came out about Varotech, the company Bruce worked for, everyone around them had turned to Bruce and blamed him for destroying Earth. Varotech’s executives had hidden the fact that their company’s “green vapors” were anything but green, and it was destroying the ozone layer faster than they could build the Arks to save humanity.
For the final six months humans inhabited Earth, they were forced to do so underground in cramped bomb shelters. Most shelters in their area had refused Bruce entry, leaving him out in the steadily increasing radiation and elements that now poisoned Earth’s atmosphere. After a month outside, Meg had finally won the ability to take him down into the shelter with her. The man she had once loved had become a shell of a human being, muttering to himself and constantly ill. The last five months in the shelter he never once left their bed, Meg tending to every illness as it came with everything she could manage to find. Nobody had been willing to help with supplies or doctors, so it had all been on her.
There were moments when he had been his old self, and had romanced her into bed with him. Shortly before the Arks were ready to fly, she found out she was pregnant. Bruce had nearly been back to his old self, but he still had an explosive temper and paranoid delusions that he hadn’t had before. Where he was once loving and supportive of her career, he was now suspicious and accusatory. Every time she left him to attend another birth he would explode, ranting that she was seeing other men.
Things got better for a short while after the Arks began their voyage. For two short months, Bruce was productive, coherent, and loving once again. It was almost as if he had forgotten his time in the poisonous atmosphere, and he was back to his old self. That is, until Meg’s belly started to grow. Once it was obvious that she was pregnant, Bruce had started distilling spirits in their berth and drinking heavily, frequently accusing her of having another man’s child. He was almost always drunk, especially if he didn’t have anywhere to be; since he couldn’t hold a job that was almost always. At first it was more difficult to tell, he still functioned really well that if you didn’t know what was going on you couldn’t tell.
Today, however, at twenty-two weeks pregnant and after dealing as best as she could with Bruce’s spiral, she’d had enough. She had done her best for him from the start,; she’d been on his side defending him as everyone around them blamed Bruce himself for needing to vacate Earth, even though he was only a low-level factory worker; she fought to get him into the shelter with her, even though everyone was against them; she spent months nursing him back to health even though she was an obstetrics nurse and wasn’t as knowledgeable about nursing a mental health case or radiation sunburns. His drinking had only gotten more frequent, his ability to function more dulled, and his temper was on a shorter fuse than ever. It was normally just him screaming obscenities slurred together until he fell back to sleep, but today she’d had enough.
Meg started gathering up her things and packing them in a duffel bag. She had no intentions of this being her life, or the life her child would live. As she packed as quickly and quietly as she could, she heard Bruce waking up. She hurried to get the last of her things packed before her was fully awake, planning to put herself between him and the door before he could block her exit. He sat up as Meg passed the futon he was laying on and grabbed her arm.
“Where you go?” he slurred drunkenly, urine beginning to pool on the floor in front of him and spread over the futon mattress.
“I’m leaving. You are not fit to be a father, or a husband!” Meg ripped her arm from his grasp and started heading for the door. She turned around and pointed saying, “Look at yourself! You’re urinating all over yourself as we speak, you’ve urinated in every corner of the room, you’ve eaten every bit of food we had for the month! I won’t stand for this anymore. This is not the life I signed up for, this is not the life my child is going to live.” Meg turned and went out the door and began down the hallway towards the stairs. She had just gotten to the head of the stairs when Bruce grabbed her duffel bag from behind her.
“You whore! Where you think you go? Yer lover?” Bruce was so drunk he couldn’t even form coherent sentences. The one thing that was clear was how angry he was. He shook the duffel bag violently, causing Meg to stumble towards him. Bruce slapped her so hard she stumbled backwards, falling down the stairs. The duffel bag was still wrapped around Meg’s body, so when she reached the landing and the heavy bag bounced off the wall its momentum dragged Meg down two more flights of stairs. When Meg finally came to a stop three floors down, her crumpled body was so tangled up in the duffle bag they had to cut the straps to get it off her. Bruce had gazed down the staircase to where Meg had landed and saw that people had immediately gathered to her and was helping her. Bruce turned back and stumbled to his berth, closed the door, and crumbled back onto the disgusting futon, unconscious.
Meg woke 3 days later in the ICU, and she knew what had happened. Her child was gone, and the large scar on her abdomen told her all she needed to know; her ability to have any other children died with the one she had carried the last twenty-two weeks. Meg was devastated, she adored children and had always dreamed of being a mother. Her career and Bruce’s job had been prioritized when they were younger, so their first five years as a couple were carefully protected when they were intimate. Things had not been quite as accessible in every shelter, so her ability to protect against pregnancy had lapsed down there. She had still been excited though, and full of hope, when she found out she was pregnant. She had hope that Bruce would continue to recover and things would be as they had always planned.
Laying here now she wasn’t only mourning the loss of her child; she was mourning the ending of her marriage, the fact that her own husband was the one who put her in this hospital bed to begin with, and mourning any future children she could have had. It was a lot to process, so for many weeks Meg didn’t say a single word. When she finally did, it was to thank the gorgeous male nurse attending her. He had stopped dead in his tracks on the way out the door and turned around.
“Did you say something, love?” Gage had said tentatively, not sure if he had actually heard her speak or if wishing she would made him delusional. He didn’t normally make his patient’s situations so personal, but this one had really struck a chord with Gage. A young, beautiful woman who lost her child and then couldn’t speak for weeks for the grief she felt. Most of the nurses had requested other cases, not being able to handle the mute patient or her unwillingness to participate in her own recovery. Gage had taken it as a challenge, however, and hoped that he could charm the woman into opening up. He had certainly never had such a difficult time in getting people to open up but Meg was a challenge. They didn’t have a last name for Meg, the only reason they knew her first name was because of the nametag they found with her things. Even the people who worked with her knew her only as “Meg” as last names weren’t relevant to doing their jobs- things had become very efficient and almost impersonal once they had set out on the Arks. It was a gap nurses tried to bridge with their patients as they didn’t have the time or energy to do so amongst themselves. Gage had to admit, he didn’t know the last names of anyone he hadn’t known before the voyage had begun and that didn’t sit well with him; there was never time for personal pursuits on the Ark, though. It was all work and no play- survival mode in every aspect.
“I said thank you.” Came the small voice of her reply. Gage had nearly dropped the empty lunch tray he was holding when she spoke again. Her voice was like a bell, light and tinkling. It was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.
“It’s my pleasure, Meg. I’m here if you need anything else.” Gage knew his voice sounded strained, but he couldn’t help it. This was huge for him, and he wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity in front of him; he’d also give almost anything to hear her voice again and again. He set the tray down on the sink and took a few tentative steps towards her. “Could you tell me your last name, Meg? I know I’ve asked you many times, but I was really hoping to know it, if you’re willing to tell me.”
Meg panicked for a moment as she had every other time she was asked. It seemed as though her husband had not been connected to her fall, and Meg had just wanted a clean break. If she gave her married name, he would be notified and there would be a whole new mess to deal with. That was definitely not something she wanted to do. Meg needed this to be her clean break from Bruce, so she had planned on giving her maiden name. This handsome male nurse had made her feel things she wasn’t ready to feel, and Meg decided in that moment to say something witty and change the subject.
“What’s your last name? Maybe I’ll just take yours.”
Gage sputtered before he let out a laugh that had Meg’s insides doing cartwheels. She loved his laugh, and the way he tilted his whole body back at his waist as he did. For the first time in what felt like years, Meg gave him a shy smile. As long as this gorgeous man kept laughing like that, Meg didn’t feel broken and useless.
“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” Meg said slyly.
“Oh, she’s sassy now, huh?” Gage said, wiping the mirth from his eyes. “Well, that’s more than you’ve said in months. I’ll take whatever sass you want to throw my way, Meg. Better than watching you be silent.”
“Well, you still haven’t answered my question. What’s your last name?” Meg said cocking her chin out and to one side.
“Rainier. My last name is Rainier.” Gage replied.
“Like the volcano on Earth?” Meg giggled.
“Yes, like the volcano. My family owned one of the largest resorts out there and a few generations back one of my grandfathers thought it would be a good touch to share the name of the volcano.” Gage said, rolling his eyes. He’d gotten that a lot, obviously, and it was just easier to tell it as he knew it rather than pussyfoot around and have to tell all anyways.
“That’s interesting. Your family were resort owners and you’re a nurse?”
“Yeah, I wasn’t loving the fact that it took so long for basic medical care around the hiking trails. The mountain is remote in some parts, not always easy to access. I became a Nurse Practitioner so there would be an added medical presence on the more remote areas of the mountain.” Gage was proud of this decision, nobody else had the gall to leave and go off to college. Their lives were very comfortable on the Resort, having hundreds of acres of land and houses built and paid for. There was a section for tourists, and their own private section. Tourists often got lost and wandered into the private section, either wandering onto a family member’s property and getting mauled by the dogs, or deeper into the Rainforest where they were exposed to the elements and often injured until they were found. Gage had been the first to give up the cushy mountain life that his family had enjoyed for generations. He worked hard to pay for his own place and get high marks in school. When he graduated, he did a voluntary residency before moved back to their mountain resort where he established his own practice.
“That’s really brave, to leave everything you know and get an education.” Meg said, genuinely impressed at what was obviously a rich boy who found his own way.
“Thanks. It was tough, but I was determined and I’ve never regretted my decision.” Gage was grateful for the recognition, but what he really wanted was to find out exactly who this woman was. “So, what about you, huh? What’s your last name? Why did you become an obstetrics nurse?” Meg looked surprised at his knowledge of this, and she was definitely looking more nervous.
“My last name is Harper,” Meg said quickly, giving him her maiden name without a second thought. She figured even if he did know anything else, she would rather take her shot than cower at her past. “I became a nurse because my older twin sisters died during childbirth, and doctors couldn’t stop the hemorrhages in time. I wanted to make sure I knew everything I could so when I was finally able to have a child of my own, I could make more informed decisions. Funny how that worked out.” That came out sounding more bitter than Meg had intended it to, but she was still hurting. He’d have to forgive that one.
“Well, Meg Harper the obstetrics nurse, do you need anything else? If not, you should get some rest while I check in on the other patients. When I’m done, I can come back and we can talk about anything you want.” Gage said, standing up and making his way to the door.
“I’m fine, thank you. I’ll see you later I guess.” Meg replied. She settled back into her pillows and closed her eyes, attempting to get some rest. It had been difficult for her these last few weeks; she kept having nightmares of falling down the stairs and of Bruce’s face floating through the air with no body as he slurred obscenities at her. She could definitely use the rest, but she knew that as soon as she fell asleep she would be confronted with the dreams she’d been having.
Gage had left and Meg found herself drifting off into a sleep that was more peaceful than she’d gotten in months. When Gage had come back to her room and seen her sleeping so peacefully, he decided that he was going to go back to his berth and change and come back. His shift had ended, and he was feeling less than clean and handsome. In his berth, he showered and put on a cobalt blue shirt that set off his blue eyes, and some khakis. He slipped on some frog togs and headed back down to Meg’s room. On the way, he saw silk flowers and built a bundle of sunflowers and wildflowers. When he got to the hospital room, Meg was still asleep so Gage settled himself back into the chair and grabbed one of the books on Meg’s bedside table.
A few hours later, Meg woke to find Gage reading in the chair next to her. He looked and smelled amazing, and she realized that he was here on his own time when she saw that he had showered and changed. As she sat up, she caught sight of the bouquet of silk flowers next to her small stack of books. Sunflowers and wildflowers were her favorite flowers, and she had greatly missed seeing them on Earth. She stared at them for a long moment, a sad smile on her face.
“I didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked, so I just guessed and made something that looked pretty. They’re just silk, but maybe someday when we’re on a new planet they could be real ones.” Gage said quietly. “I’m not asking you for anything you don’t want to give, but I’m so drawn to you, Meg. Even if all you want is friendship, I will gladly take it. There’s something about you that I just can’t shake, that makes me want to be near you whenever possible. If that creeps you out, I will leave you alone. I had to let you know how I felt.”
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“I do not want you to go.” Meg replied quietly. “I don’t know what I want, I’m still feeling broken and useless, but I don’t want you to go.”
“I’m here. Are you hungry? It’s about time for dinner.” Gage pulled out the room service menu and opened it to the dinner section. “Tonight’s special is Lasagna with bread and butter and a side salad.” Meg simply gave him a small frown. “Yeah, doesn’t sound very appetizing to me, either. Stay here, I’ll be back in a minute.”
Gage ran out the door and went to the nearest clothing vendor he could find. He picked out a green t-shirt to match Meg’s green eyes and set off her fiery red hair, a pair of jeans, and undergarments that all seemed to be Meg’s size. He hoped they would be, at least. He rushed back into Meg’s room and handed her the bundle of clothes.
“Let’s blow this popsicle stand and get some real food, what do you say?” Gage said to Meg as she looked at the clothes. She looked back up at him and smiled, climbed out of bed, and ran to the bathroom to get dressed.
This was the first time he had seen Meg smile, and it nearly knocked him to his knees.
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The sky deck of the Ark held restaurants from every country on Earth, serving every dish you could think of. Meg had never had any time to come here when she was with Bruce; she was working and taking care of him. He was always spending their money on distillery equipment and ingredients, so they had limited funds and none of it was to eat out. Gage escorted Meg around the sky deck until something piqued her interest- Gage’s favorite, chicken wings. She had almost gone with Sushi, which would have been fine by Gage, but when she caught the smell of the original chicken wings cooking not far away, she immediately changed course and beelined towards the smell.
“A woman after my own heart!” Gage exclaimed dramatically, clutching his chest as he teetered back on one foot and throwing the other slightly out to one side. “Chicken wings are my favorite food ever!”
“Mine, too. Definitely my guilty pleasure!” Meg replied, pleased that what she had picked had gone over well.
“What flavor do you like best? I love hot wings when I’m feeling spicy, and teriyaki wings when I’m not. They have fantastic fries and this pineapple coleslaw that is delicious.” Gage was hungry, and his stomach was going to start rumbling if he didn’t fill it soon.
Right on cue, his stomach let out a huge rumble that Meg had clearly heard; she put her hand over her mouth and let out a little giggle before her stomach did the same. Her eyes opened wide and she let out a surprised laugh, Gage put his hands on his belly and laughed with her.
“Well, I guess we’re both pretty hungry. Let’s get some food.” Gage handed Meg a menu and they sat down at a café table. The sky deck was set up very much like an open-air mall, park, and event space all in one; with all eating outside in a cafeteria-like setting. They decided what they wanted and Gage went up to place their order. While they waited, Meg and Gage chatted about where they grew up, what their favorite things were, what they hoped life would be like on the new planet.
When their number was called, they went up to the counter to collect their food. Meg’s eyes had gone wide as she held the food in her hands, walking back to the table. They sat down and Meg practically danced in her seat, rubbing her hands together excitedly before diving into her Hawaiian chicken wings. Gage couldn’t help but think that she was the most beautiful, most adorable, intelligent and strong woman he had ever seen. She told him her story as they ate, tearing up just a little when she spoke of her child. The rest of the time she was stoic, her jaw set and her eyes determined, not once letting there be any question that she did not regret leaving her ex-husband. With each word, Meg could feel her heart healing; the gaping hole that had been left in it shrinking with each truth she told him.
“We need to tell the authorities what he’s done. He can’t get away with this! Is this why you haven’t spoken a word in three months?” Gage said, his chest practically heaving with anger.
“Please, don’t. I do not want to go through that. What’s done is done, he can’t hurt me anymore and in his condition he’s not likely to hurt anyone else. Please.” Meg said hastily, trying not to let herself sound too desperate while begging for his silence.
Gage looked at Meg, seeing how hard she was trying to hide her fear he nodded. There was no way he would make her do something she didn’t want to do. He would do anything to see that smile on her face again.
“It’s your body and your choice. I make no promises to keep my cool if we ever cross paths, though. I will not seek him out, but if he gets in my way or comes near you, I will kill him.” Gage said this in a calm and even tone, as he looked at Meg. She gave him a small smile and nodded, accepting this compromise.
They gathered up the debris from their meal and brought it and their trays to the garbage bins. They dumped the trash in the bins and placed their trays on top. As they turned to walk away, Meg’s foot caught the leg of a chair and she tripped. Gage reached out with lightning-fast reflexes and caught her, holding her face to face against his chest. Meg’s arms were wrapped around Gage’s neck, and their lips just inches apart. Just as quickly as she tripped, Meg closed those few inches and kissed Gage. Gage’s lips tingled, his insides exploded, and he held her tighter as he returned the kiss. Neither one of them paid any mind to how long they stayed there, lips locked in a passionate first kiss.
“Gross! What are you doing? Grownups are weird! Mommy!” A little girl had come up to throw her garbage away and saw them locked in their own world. After shouting for her Mommy, she dropped her trash and ran to find her mother. Gage laughed, picked up the little girl’s trash and put it in the bin.
“I guess blocking public garbage bins is neither romantic or appreciated,” Gage laughed reaching out for Meg’s hand. She slipped her small fingers through his and they began walking.
“I think it was a perfect first kiss. It may not have been the conventional spot but it was genuine and it’s ours.” Meg said with a smile, her head drooped slightly towards the floor while she lightly touched her lips where his had been just moments before. She certainly had not felt that kind of electricity with Bruce. She realized she couldn’t wait to kiss him again; as they passed an empty bathroom, she pulled him into it and pushed him up against the door. Standing on her tip-toes, she kissed him again. She didn’t hold back with this one, kissing as deeply as she dared while she inhaled the intoxicating scent of him. She felt something large move against her abdomen, and suddenly Gage scooped her up and opened the door.
“No way is our first time going to be in a bathroom when our first kiss was in front of a garbage can. You deserve better than that.” Gage said huskily. He all but ran to his berth, carrying Meg the whole way without even getting winded. To say Gage was in great shape would be an understatement; Meg had felt his abs and biceps as she leaned against him, and their hardness told her that when she got this man naked, they would make her drool.
Gage arrived at his door, and he scanned his hand to open the door. His berth was one floor above the hospital room Meg had been staying in. She’d been discharged from medical care over a week ago; but having no berth to go to they allowed her to stay in the room until other accommodations could be found for her. This hadn’t been part of that plan, but if that’s where it led that would be just fine with Gage. After weeks and weeks of looking after her, bringing her meals and linens, and trying to get her to talk to him; the day they had spent together so far told Gage that he wouldn’t do life without this woman by his side.
Gage carried Meg into his berth and moved quickly to his bedroom. His movements were so swift, Meg had barely had time to notice the masculine décor which was surprisingly in good taste. Straight edges, abstract artwork, and a desk with papers that looked to have sketches on them made up the spacious living/dining/kitchen combination area. The bedroom was much the same, but calmer, clearly set up to be a sanctuary of peace. A plug-in waterfall stood against one corner, illuminated from within the false rocks. The artwork on the walls were large scale photos of landscapes from Earth, each one with its own soft light illuminating it from above. The lighting in the room was also soft, dimmed for sleeping.
In the center of the farthest wall was the largest bed Meg had ever seen. She and Bruce had only ever been able to afford a full-sized bed, but this king bed was enormous. As Gage laid her down in the center of the bed, Meg felt like she was swallowed whole. She sank into the extreme comfort of the bed and Meg sighed, relishing a level of comfort that was alien to her. Gage gently laid down next to her and pulled her to him. Slowly, he inched his facer closer to hers, leaning in for a kiss. He hesitated, and Meg could only scream inside her head in frustration from not getting what she so desperately needed.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this? I don’t want you to feel like this is expected, if you tell me to stop right now I will. I can sleep on the couch and you can have the bed.” Gage was nervous, as though this was his first time. It was far from it, he had been a bit of a playboy on Earth, but nothing too outrageous. He had just never felt the need to be around someone and spend any length of time with them. Some had tried and they had been nice girls, but he was more focused on school and reaching his goals to give any of them much time. This time it was incomparably different; he wanted to take his time, to get to know her body and her likes and dislikes. He was not looking for a cheap thrill with Meg, he wanted it all and to give it all to her equally.
“I’ve never been so sure on anything in my life. Kiss me.” Meg mumbled against his lips.
That was all Gage needed to hear. He kissed her with a heat and passion he had never felt before, desperate to have more and taste more of her. He moved his lips from hers, slowly and gently dragging them to the nape of her neck. He deepened his kiss there, and Meg’s body arched into it. Her hands were wandering over his shoulders and back, her nails lightly scratching along the fabric of his shirt.
He kissed his way up her neck, taking her earlobe into his mouth and nibbling gently, earning another arch of Meg’s back and goosebumps to form all over her body. He moved his hands down to the bottom of Meg’s shirt and pulled it up and over her head, catching her lips in a kiss as he lay her back down on the bed. He trailed his lips down her neck, alternating between light kisses and gentle nibbles until he reached her breasts. He slowly licked up one mound, and then the other, suckling gently on the skin just outside the edge of her bra. More goosebumps formed on Meg’s perfect tits, exciting Gage and making it impossible to resist unclasping her bra and tossing it to one side.
The sight that greeted Gage when he looked at Meg was unrealistic. This woman was the most beautiful he had ever seen; her red hair fanned out around her head, arms up by her ears, her gorgeous green eyes peering up lustily at him from behind long thick lashes. After taking in the perfection of her in his bed this way, he turned his attention to her perky, goosebump-riddled breasts. They were the perfect handful, with rosy red areolas that were hardened with arousal. She had the cutest little heart-shaped mole on her left breast, which was ever so slightly bigger than her right.
Gage clamped his mouth down on that nipple, flicking his tongue over and around the hardened nub. Meg hissed loudly and arched her back, moaning as he squeezed her other breast. Gage moved his hands down to her pant and swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped them, leaving them up but open enough to get close. He cupped his hand over that open spot, feeling the intense heat as he nibbled on Meg’s nipple.
Gage pulled her pants off, and switched to her other breast; licking, flicking and nibbling as he slid his hand under her panties. He could feel how aroused she was, slick and wet and ready. His own arousal was more than obvious, and it was starting to get uncomfortable. He unbuttoned his own pants and let out his rock-hard member, pulling Meg in for another deep and passionate kiss as he breathed heavily from excitement. His pulsating shaft pressing against Meg’s body caused her to quiver and simper as she reached her hand down to grasp it, her hand small against its length and girth.
Gage moved quickly to position himself between her legs, making sure that the attention would stay on her for now. He kissed and nibbled his way up her inner thigh, stopping just before her most sensitive area; he switched to her other thigh and repeated the process, slowing down as he got closer to that sweet spot, he so longed to taste. Meg quivered under him, and he almost couldn’t keep himself together. As he approached her clit, she whimpered, and Gage closed his mouth around it, repeating similar motions as he had on her nipples. Meg arched her back and grasped the bed sheets, arching into his mouth. Gage worked his tongue in and around her, savoring the sweetest taste he had ever known.
He continued, bringing her to the brink of bliss and backing off several times. On the third time, he pushed his fingers into her; working them back and forth against her g-spot until she began to quiver and then backing them out again. He added a finger into her anus and she gasped, but he kept up the motions with his mouth and all his fingers and she began to moan louder and louder until she came, squirting her delicious juices all down Gage’s chin and over the sheets. He continued the motion with his fingers for a moment, and then slowly pulled them out while sucking gently on her clit. She was practically convulsing with pleasure, dripping wet, and breathing heavily.
Meg pushed herself up and rolled Gage over, kissing him deeply and tasting herself on his lips. She nibbled his bottom lip and he gave a light groan, and she kissed her way down his perfect chest to his nipples. She could not believe what she was seeing; perfectly sculpted pecks, biceps, and abs you could wash laundry on. Hell, you could probably start a fire off those abs, Meg thought to herself. She nibbled on each nipple, then continued her path down his delicious abs until she reached his perfect erection.
Meg was not entirely sure if she would be able to handle all she saw before her. To say that he was well-endowed would be putting it politely; he had 10 inches of length and his girth was no joke, either. As daunting as it seemed, Meg took it in her mouth swiftly and eagerly, working her mouth up and down with her hands, giving a good suck and flick of the tongue when she reached the tip. She heard nothing but groans from Gage, telling her that she was doing something right and giving her the confidence to keep going.
Meg took in as much of him into her throat as she could, and grabbed his leg up, balancing it on her shoulders while continuing to deep throat his cock. Before he could protest, she wet her finger with her juices and she pressed it into his back door, working that finger as she worked her other hand with her mouth, taking in as much of him as she could for as long as she could, coming up for air and flicking her tongue on his tip. She could feel him tensing in his back and feel the slickness of his oncoming orgasm.
As he reached his climax, Meg jammed her finger in and his cock down her throat. His seed exploded into her mouth, salty but sweet; he clearly kept a healthy diet. His intense orgasm caused him to thrust himself down her throat over and over for several moments before he was able to relax back, his dick jumping every few seconds while what cum that hadn’t made it into Meg’s stomach dribbled down. Gage had not gotten soft, so Meg took her chance and jumped on, pulling Gage up into a sitting position as she rode him. They worked each other, taking it to the very edge of bliss before slowing down and extending the pleasure. Their hands roamed the other’s body; searching, learning, pleasuring.
At the third cusp Gage lifted her up with one arm, his full length sliding deep inside her and touching her soul. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as Gage stood there, holding her and bouncing her up and down along the entire length of him. It only took a few moments before Meg was orgasming, her arms and legs hugging Gage tightly and the walls of her vagina clamping down on him. Gage did not stop, keeping the same pace as she went limp in his arms. As he continued to work in her, she felt the heat rising in her as another intense orgasm wracked her body.
By her sixth orgasm Meg was screaming in pleasure, completely unable to control herself. This position made it so easy to make her cum, after thirty minutes she had almost had enough. Seven. Fuck, here comes number seven! Meg thought as another wave engulfed her. She felt Gage slow just a bit with this one; allowing her orgasm to run through her body before thrusting deeper and faster, bouncing her on his throbbing, dripping shaft until he exploded in her. The two of them screamed their pleasure in unison as his seed filled her, giving Meg a whole new pleasure she had never known.
Gage stood there continuing to hold Meg, his semi-hard cock still inside her. He looked into her eyes and saw something he had not expected; he saw love and trust, from someone who had gone through the horrible things she had. He kissed her gently, but passionately as he carried her the few steps back to the bed. The movement caused Meg to gasp and tremble, every part of her sensitive in the most pleasurable way.
Gage laid her down gently beside him, his arms wrapped around her, looking into her gorgeous green eyes. Meg smiled at him and laid on his shoulder, satiated at a level she didn’t even realize existed. Gage reached up and gently moved a piece of hair out of her face, tucking it several times behind her ear. They lay there for several minutes catching their breath before either one of them had the energy to move. Gage was the first to speak,
“I…. I don’t even know how to process that. You are absolutely incredible, in every way. That finger trick was definitely a new one for me.” Gage looked at her, mildly amused at the mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Mmmm. Don’t get excited, I don’t have many tricks.” Meg said giggling. She felt so comfortable curled up against him, as if this is where she was always meant to be. She traced infinity symbols on his chest until she fell asleep in his arms on the most comfortable bed she had ever lay on in her life.
Gage listened to her even breathing as she slept for a little while, not able to get to sleep right away himself. This had been the most unexpectedly incredible day of his life, and he couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow would bring.