“Gonna have to call you spider monkey if you keep that up Tess,” he chuckles, moving over to my right breast and giving it the same teasing torture.
“I’ll say it again, you are doing an awful lot of talking for someone who still has his boxers on,” I all but growl as I try to push his boxers down with my feet. Hoping my efforts to finally undress him will distract him, I wrap my arms more tightly around his shoulders and press closer, demanding some goddamn contact on my straining nipples before I die of the need to feel him.
“Oh, that’s how it’s gonna be?” he laughs, I can’t help but whimper as he stands. Propping up on my elbows, I watch through heavy lidded eyes as Sawyer palms himself through his boxers. He strokes himself slowly as he stares back down at me, his gaze like a brand as it traces over every inch of me. I know I should be cowering away or attempting to hide from his frank perusal, but the pulsing pleasure is still coursing through my system, leaving me relaxed and open. After another agonizing moment of his perusal, his eyes finally meet mine, the heat in his liquid gaze setting me ablaze. In my periphery I see his thumbs hook into the waistband of his boxers and god help me I want to look. The devil man in front of me quirks an eyebrow in challenge, daring me to look or hold his gaze.
Two can play at that game.
Without breaking eye contact I lift my hands to my breasts and begin massaging them, plucking at my nipples. His eyes darken and I quirk an eyebrow in response, feeling like the cat that got the cream.
Holding my gaze, unwilling to relent, Sawyer slowly pushes his tight boxer briefs down and kicks them aside. He takes the foil packet between his teeth and tears it open, daring me to look away as he rolls it over his considerable length. We’re deadlocked now, Sawyer standing at the edge of the bed, his hand leisurely stroking his cock and me caressing my breasts, both of us dying to look at what the other is doing but neither willing to lose this unexpected battle of wills. I have one more card to play though.
With what I hope is a sexy smirk, I let my legs fall open, my knees falling to the sides until I am fully open to him. Sawyer groans and stumbles forward the half step until he’s leaning against the bed between my spread legs, still meeting my gaze but I can see the effort in the crease of his brow. Knowing I need to step up my game if I want to come out on top, I slide one hand from my breast and down my stomach. Sawyer’s eyes grow pained and he lets out a feral growl. My hand is barely past my navel when he bites out a curse and falls forward, brushing my hands out of the way and crushing his lips to mine, his kiss rough and all consuming. His hips grind against me again, his length gliding along my center, the swollen head hitting my clit.
“Need you Babydoll. So fuckin’ wet. So ready for me,” he growls against my lips as he grinds his cock against my clit again. The pressure causes me to throw my head back against the mattress, moaning his name.
“Sawyer. Please.”
He brings one hand to the side of my neck, cradling me and guiding me up to look at him. When our gazes lock his eyes are dark, burning with need as he says, “Need your eyes Tess.”
His eyes soften as he slowly presses in. My mind shuts down the moment I feel the pressure, the delicious burn and stretch of him filling me. He pulls back just a fraction before sinking in further, his gaze never leaving mine. He repeats the move two more times until he sinks to the hilt. We both groan as he settles, holding still letting me adjust to him. The feeling is overwhelming, so deliciously full and all I can think is how badly I need to feel him, for him to move. My breaths becoming ragged, I rock my hips up into him, kissing his neck as I cling to him trying to urge him to move.
Giving me what my body is begging for, he moves at a tortuously slow pace. The slow drag of his skin on mine, him filling me so completely and then retreating is almost more than I can handle. I’m a whimpering mess as I claw at his back begging him for more, harder, faster, anything. This feeling is so completely foreign, so overwhelming and unlike anything I have ever experienced before.
I can feel him trying to hold on to his restraint and control, but I’m having none of that. Rolling my hips up to meet his thrusts and drag my teeth along his neck and he finally snaps. Hiking one of my knees over his arm he slams into me, ripping another cry from me. Faster than I could have expected, I feel another orgasm rapidly building and I couldn’t hold it back if I tried. Wrapping my free leg around his hips, I let go as another wave crashes over me and I bite down on his shoulder. He slams into me one last time and buries his head in my neck, groaning my name against my skin as he lets his own orgasm take over.
I start to come back into myself when Sawyer collapses down on top of me, the delicious weight of him over me causing a strange warming in my chest. The heat of his breath on my neck as he places small kisses along my shoulder makes my skin tingle and prick with awareness as we both attempt to catch our breath. With him still deep inside me, I can feel his cock twitching with the aftershocks of his release. I can’t help but run my hands over his back, down his arms, needing the contact for reasons I’m not ready to think about.
As the moment extends, our breathing returns to normal, dark thoughts start tugging at the edges of my consciousness. The rough streak in him… while I was with him and loving it in the moment, the unexpected memory that it triggered has left me feeling raw and exposed, and more than a little terrified.
After years of living under David’s thumb, being treated as nothing more than his plaything, will I ever be able to be free of him? No matter how many miles are between me and that nightmare, it seems like I will never be able to forget. The scars are too deep, the hurt still too close to my soul. I know Sawyer is not David, so not like David… I know he is different, and he would never hurt me, but can I really take that chance? As the darkness threatens to overtake me, I let my hands drop from his back to the bed, touching him no longer keeping the evil at bay.
Without a word, and without meeting my gaze, he pulls out and climbs off the bed, heading to my bathroom presumably to clean up after himself. As soon as the door latches I sit up, pulling the sheet around me, drawing my knees up to my chest. Do I ask him to stay tonight? Do I even want him to stay? Would he even stay if I asked? He’s gotten what he’s been chasing, maybe he’ll just ghost me and save me the trouble.
My traitorous heart screams to have him stay, and I can’t help the nagging feeling that if he did, it would be for more than just tonight. My brain on the other hand just can’t let go of the dark memory his rough handling brought forward. I don’t want to screw this up. I don’t want to lose him and whatever we have been building toward these last few weeks. I need to sort through everything and try to figure out why all that I thought I had left behind has reared its ugly head again tonight. I refuse to let the demons of my past fuck with my future. Even if that future doesn’t include the man who just made me see stars.
Sawyer comes back out a few moments later and goes straight to the pile of his clothes next to the bed. I can’t seem to do anything but sit there and watch. I want to reach out to him, to ask him to stay, but I can’t find my voice to ask. Logic has won out tonight. He leans down and brushes a soft kiss against my lips.
Pulling back to meet my gaze he asks, “See you tomorrow?”
God, please don’t see the fear and confusion on my face and think it’s for you. Please.