“Oral, I was awake all night thinking of your tongue between my thighs.”
He hopped into action then, turning me over on the couch and using the apron string to weave gently around my wrists. “Oh yeah, little miss sweet cheeks?”
He tapped at my pussy over the fabric of my leggings, glint in his eye turning predatory as he hooked his thumbs and yanked. My leggings came off in a ball at his fist before he caged himself over me, dropping his nose to run a line of scent up the center of my cotton-covered pussy.
“Fucking delicious.” He tapped my most private part again, eliciting little moans from me before he stripped me of my panties and covered my flesh with his mouth. He fucked me slowly, tiny nips and zings shuttling through me as he took his time devouring me slowly, but with deft precision. HIs fingers worked my clitoris, the scratch of his stubble on my hot flesh already enough to make me tremble.
When he slipped one finger inside of me and hooked, I lost my mind, falling over the edge and into my first orgasm under his hands. I was a shaking mess, vulnerable and desperate for more.
“Stay the night with me, please?” I begged.
He crawled up my body, kissing me softly before breathing, “You sure? I’ll be the one up all night watching you sleep, you’re so perfect and beautiful.”
“Who said anything about sleeping?” I grinned.
His eyes danced before he unwound the apron strings from my wrists and hauled me in his arms. “Point me to the bedroom, sweet cheeks.”
I did, and he was crossing my small apartment and dropping me in my bed a moment later. He followed on top of me, one hand already unzipping his pants and freeing his erection in the cool darkness.
Silhouetted in the silver moonlight, he looked huge, even bigger than he felt pressed against my hip beneath his clothes. He was packing, and I wasn’t sure he would fit no matter how bad either of us wanted it.
“You smell intoxicating.” He ghosted over my center before sliding his tongue between my thighs. I cried out in pleasure. “This needy pussy is so ready for me.” Sawyer pulled away for a moment before running his tongue back up the sensitive flesh. I cried out again and arched into him. My hands tangled in his hair and tugged on the silky strands. He alternated sucking and nibbling before slowly pushing one finger inside me. Desire flooded through my body as he continued to lick and bite before sliding in another finger and pumping his hand. I was ready to explode underneath him, but I wanted to feel him inside me. I tried pulling him up to signal I was ready for him.
Sawyer crawled up my body and kissed me on the lips, forcing his tongue into my mouth, letting me taste myself. The action made my head dizzy with lust. I held his head tightly to mine and kissed him with passion.
He pulled away from me and I groaned. “Eager are we?”
My eyes flicked to his erection as he stroked it a few times while watching me. “You’ve got me so hard, Katie.” Sawyer’s eyes blazed. He crawled over me and held my head tightly between his hands as he kissed me, running the tip of his length between my legs.
I wrapped both arms around his body, digging my nails into his back. My legs locked around his waist and pressed him harder into my center, urging him on. “Are you ready for me, for this, for us?”
My eyes flickered up to his as he froze above me. “Yes.”
“Say it.” He ground his hips into me, teasing me.
“I’m ready for you,” I whispered and arched my back into him.
“Ready for me to do what, pretty girl?” he continued to taunt me.
“Ready for you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Sawyer.” My fingernails dug into his back.
“Agh,” his rigid cock stroked my nerves, “I’m going to make love to you, love you so hard you'll never get me off your mind.”
He attacked my mouth with his as he thrust into me slowly, taking his time to make sure my body was relaxed and ready for him. I gasped into his mouth as he filled me in deeper and deeper strokes. My body quickly adjusted to him and he began to ease in and out with more rhythm. He kissed and nibbled along my neck while his hands stroked my breasts down to my hips. Then he leaned back and took my calf in his hand and held it up high over his shoulder as he began to work with me in deft strokes. I cried out in pleasure at this new angle, hitting a new and delicious spot.
“You feel so fucking tight.” Sawyer thrust in and out and I put my hands above my head to brace myself against the headboard. “Your body is all snug and perfect for me. And you look so sexy laid out for me like this.” He placed another hand on my breast and squeezed as he filled me and I couldn’t imagine anything could ever feel better.
His rocking sped, the muscle in his body tensing as his face twisted into a look of beautiful abandon, his release ripping through him in wave after wave. He was holding me against him, body trembling and shuddering, locking me against him as I took all that he had. He pulled out of me in a moment, his hand trailing down from my breast to my clit and began to press and massage in circles. “Come for me, Katie.”
I locked eyes with him as he swirled figure-eights around my clitoris until my orgasm ripped through me, sending tingles to my toes and a wash of pleasure to my head. Sawyer groaned, his jaw tightened as his cock twitched at my side, more drops of come leaking from the tip. His strokes slowed and he gathered me into his arms lovingly. My fingers intertwined in his hair and my heart felt like it would burst from my chest as Sawyer’s head lay on top of it.
His breathing slowed and he rolled to the side and curled around my body, locking me in his embrace as I heard his breathing deepen. “Sweeter than cream.”
Sawyer
Three months had gone by and life with Katie was better than I could have imagined. I smiled as I grabbed my toothbrush noticing her pink one sitting right beside it. I liked having remnants of her in my apartment, her sweaters hanging in my closet, her socks and underwear inside the top drawer in my dresser. For the last two months, we had either been staying at her apartment or mine.
With the gym and bakery being so busy, we barely had any time for each other, unless it was to fall asleep with her curled up in my arms and a quick breakfast before we started our day. It had been hard but those nights were something I looked forward to everyday. Katie had given my life more purpose then I ever thought imaginable. She had managed to make me feel like I could have everything I could ever want.
But last night Katie wanted to stay at her apartment, nerves about going to her family home consuming her. I wanted to be with her but I knew she needed the space to get her mindset ready.
As I drove to her apartment I kept thinking about a visit to her parents. Everything I knew about her mother made me a little uneasy. The woman was a class-A snob. Katie’s family had fallen into money. Her dad had invented some gadget that became a hit with farmers all across the United States and worldwide. Apparently the money had gone to her mother’s head, and she became obsessed about fitting in with socialites. I didn’t really remember her mother that well. Every time I’d suggested studying at her house Katie would freak out and make up an excuse. Now it made sense. I hated that her own mother made her feel so embarrassed and ashamed. I knew what to do if it was some guy, I would punch the shit out of him. But her mother--this was a situation I had a hard time with.