GAGE 39 


Sydney Gage sat on the edge of the bed brushing her long black hair.  Her husband of four months, Francis Gage, came out of the bathroom.  She just ignored him and continued brushing.

"How long are you going to ignore me?" he asked.

"Until you apologize."

"For saying that you are stubborn?  You are stubborn, Syd."

"I don't care.  You still shouldn't have said it."

"I'm sorry, Syd.  Really I am.  Will you forgive me?"

"I suppose," she said thoughtfully.

"Good, because I'm tired and want to go to bed," he looked at her meaningfully as he said it and she smiled.

"Then let's go to bed."

Once in bed she started running her fingers lightly over his chest and down his abdomen until she reached the front of his jeans.  She unbuttoned his jeans and then unzipped his fly and stuck her hand in.  She started feeling around and heard him moan.

His hands moved to her breasts and started feeling them through the gray nightshirt.  She threw caution to the wind and slid her hand under his jeans and boxers and really started feeling.  He moaned even louder as she gently put more pressure on his male parts.  She then tugged at his jeans and told him he would probably be more comfortable without them.  He then pulled off his t-shirt, jeans, and boxers and dropped them to the floor.  She pulled her nightshirt and underwear and they also went to the floor.

He started rubbing the spot where  he would go soon and she could feel her sexual senses heighten.  She finally gave in to her longings and squeezed his parts hard and an instant later he was on top of her.  He inserted himself into her and she moaned with pleasure.

His hands moved up and down her sides and gently caressed her breasts.  Her hands ran up and down his back and she felt him tense as she touched the scars that had been left there by an abusive foster father. Eventually he relaxed and the two made more love.

He was just about to fall asleep when she told him to remove himself from her because otherwise the two Rangers would be very sore in the morning.  Reluctantly Gage pulled himself out her and the two slept.

In the morning Gage started rubbing her breasts again and Sydney said, "Stop that. We've got work."

 After the two were dressed Sydney started running her hands down Gage's chest again and he grabbed her hands before she got to the front of his jeans. 

"Stop that, Syd.  We've got to go to work remember?" he grinned as she glared at him for throwing her words back at her.