Unable to withstand his inspection any longer I sit up, tucking my knees underneath me so I’m kneeling on the edge of the bed in front of him. I reach for him, snagging the belt loops of his jeans and tug him forward. Stumbling, he closes the distance between us, his knees hitting the edge of the bed. I want him in the moment, to please him and to be pleased in return. Yet, I can’t bear his gaze for more than a moment, feeling exposed in a way that has nothing to do with my lack of clothing. I bring my hands to the closure of his jeans and fumble with his belt, brushing the stiffness I’m seeking. Needing a distraction, I lean forward and press kisses to his stomach, working his belt free and pulling his fly open one button at a time.
God why are button fly’s so sexy?!
As the last button pops free, I bend down to nibble along the waistband of his black boxer briefs; my tongue peeking out to trace along his defined V cut. I go to push his jeans past his hips, but he stops me, grabbing the waist band and digging in his back pocket. He pulls out a condom packet and tosses it on the bed before pushing the jeans down and stepping out of them. The knowledge that he has the presence of mind to protect us when it hadn’t even crossed my mind has gratitude washing over me for this man and my need for him only increases. My hands go to his hips and I continue my perusal of his abdomen tasting, kissing, and teasing my way from one hipbone to the other, studiously avoiding the intimidating erection tenting his boxers. I sneak a glance up at him as I rub my lips against the soft little trail of hair from his navel that disappears below the waistband of his tight boxers.
“Fuck Babydoll. Need to feel you,” he growls, his eyes burning with liquid heat. Before I can even register the movement, he’s over me again and I’m falling back to the mattress, his lips claiming mine in a fierce all-consuming kiss. We fall in a tangle of limbs, the energy crackling between us and turning frantic. Fitting his hips between mine he presses his delicious length against me, the firm ridge hitting exactly where I need him even through the cotton of his boxers. Arching up into him, I wrap my legs around his hips and pull him even tighter against me.
“Sawyer, please,” I breathe, not exactly sure what I am pleading for but knowing I just need more. More of him, more of this, more of anything and everything he’s offering.
Sawyer grinds further into me and nips at my lips as he rolls us, settling me over him. Without missing a beat, I rub myself along his length, the delicious thrill the head of his cock sends through me as it hits my clit on each stroke has my eyes rolling back in my head as I drop my head back on a wanton moan. Sawyer jackknives up to sitting and wraps his arms around my back, dragging the pads of his fingers down my spine. I sink further into him and drag my fingers through his hair, scratching my nails lightly over his scalp. He reaches up and fists the hair at the base of my skull, tugging firmly making my back bow while bearing my neck to him.
My body tenses and my heart races as a memory threatens to break through and shatter the moment Sawyer and I are existing in. I know which memory it is, know which dark night from my past is trying to creep in and break me down. I refuse to let it, refuse to let that monster ruin one single moment more of my life. I refuse to let him anywhere near whatever this is that I’m starting with Sawyer.
I am in control. I am choosing this. This moment, this night, this is me taking control back, taking my life back.
I take a steadying breath, trying to get my panicked heart back under control. I’m pulled back to the present when I feel myself being settled gently onto the mattress, my head resting on the soft pillows. I let myself be adjusted until I feel Sawyer’s heat settle over me again. I try to force my mind to stay on what is happening, stay with Sawyer.
I want this. I want him. I choose this.
My body knows what he is doing while my mind struggles to catch up. I feel the soft kisses he is placing on my skin, can feel his fingers tracing my curves, can hear him saying things against my skin but my distracted mind can’t seem to register the words. My body is responding to him, I can feel a tingling ache begin between my thighs, a flush on my skin, a tingling pull as my nipples pebble under his fingers. At one point I feel my hips being lifted but I can’t seem to sort out why, my mind still lost in the fog of that horrific night. With everything inside me I fight the panic, fight to keep the irrational anxiety at bay.
I am snapped back into the moment when I feel Sawyer give one long, slow lick against my core. My mind zeros in on the here and now and the amazing man with his face between my thighs. Sawyer has one hand against my lower belly, pressing down just enough to keep my hips in place and his other is tracing distracting circles against my inner thigh as he devours me with long luxurious swipes of his tongue.
“Mmm, there you are Babydoll,” he murmurs against my flesh and I can feel his smile and the vibrations of his voice rip a moan from deep in my throat in response. He flicks his tongue against my clit then swirls around it and I swear I see stars. With each flick and drag of his tongue my world narrows to only this moment, only him, and this heat and need between us.
The delicious slide of his tongue drives me absolutely insane as the beginnings of an orgasm build, starting in my extremities and working its way inward. My legs start to shake, my hands flying to his hair, holding him exactly where I need him. His strong arms wrap around my hips, holding me still as he devours me. Sawyer closes his lips around my clit and hums and my fingers flex against his scalp, warring between pushing him away and pulling him closer, the sensations too much to handle. That little bit of vibration draws the slowly building orgasm creeping up my extremities rocketing toward my center and exploding out again as every muscle in my body contracts and I scream incoherent sounds of ecstasy to the ceiling.
This wonderful, teasing man continues to lick and suck me as I ride wave after wave of pleasure. My body convulses around him until at last I come down from my high, falling back against the mattress in a blissful oblivion. Sawyer continues to press soft open-mouthed kisses along my center and inner thighs as my body twitches and shudders with aftershocks. Unable to form a coherent thought, much less move, I lay there on the bed whimpering and sighing at his sweet ministrations, all thoughts of my panic vanished.
So that's what all the fuss is about. I never understood why women raved about receiving oral before, in my experience, it’s awkward and always left me feeling unsatisfied. Not to mention the fact David always made such a deal about what a chore it was for him. But this? This right here, is life changing. Life affirming. Colors seem brighter, birds sing in the trees, the whole nine yards. If Sawyer can make me feel like this with just his tongue, I seriously don’t know if I will survive that monster cock he’s hiding in his jeans.
When the last of the aftershocks pass, Sawyer kisses his way up my body, stopping to nuzzle between my breasts and drawing a moan from me at the feel of his beard rasping along my sensitive skin. Unable to take his teasing any longer, I thread my fingers into his hair again and give a little tug, trying to draw him further up my body once again.
“Impatient? Good things come to those who wait, Tess,” he admonishes, his lips finding my left breast and teasing around the tight bud of my nipple. He studiously avoids connecting with the aching peak but the graze of his lips and heat of his breath stoke my need for him again much sooner than I would have thought possible. Hands still gripping his hair, I arch into him, trying to gain any contact, any friction I can but damn him and his ridiculous muscles hovering over me, giving me nothing.