Nova
I groan, my back arching as Sawyer spreads my legs farther apart. He looks up at me as I watch him eat me out, taking a torturously slow lick through my heat.
“Sawyer,” I groan.
“Everythin’ okay?” he murmurs against me.
“Y-yes. Right there.”
“Here?” He circles my clit with his tongue and I buck off the bed.
“You’re a tease,” I groan.
He’s recently discovered how much I love his mouth on me, and he’s really, really good at it.
He spreads me apart, then slides his whole mouth over my clit and sucks.Holy mackerel.
I moan as he grips me under my ass, holding me in place. He groans against me and I feel the rumble all the way down to my toes.
The jolt inside me feeds my insatiable appetite for him. I can’t get enough, and neither can he.
“Sawyer,” I cry. “I’m-I’m…” I tip my head back and moan loudly as the orgasm rips through me.
He doesn’t let up, he rides me through it, then licks through my pussy, inserting a finger, sliding it in and out as I try to get my breathing under control. “You look so pretty when you come,” he tells me a little devilishly.
My eyes spring open and I push myself up to my elbows, my eyes meeting his pretty blue ones.
“You make me come a lot.”
“So that’s a lot of pretty faces.” He hooks his fingers as he’s talking, knowing I love it when he rubs my G-spot like that. Nope, it’s not elusive when Sawyer’s fingers are inside me.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I murmur.
“Really, baby? What do you want?”
“You.”
“I think you can do better.”
I watch his hand working between my legs and I want him so much. “I want your cock,” I whisper. “I want to feel you inside me.”
He grins, then wiggles his eyebrows. “Just give me one more.”
My eyes flutter closed as he licks my clit over and over and over until I’m squirming, his fingers still inside me working to send me over the edge. And when I fall, I come with an urgency that almost sucks my soul out of my body on a scream. He grins, satisfied, then crawls up my body.
I’m still suffering from the aftershocks when he slides his dick through my wet heat. My god, this man is gonna be the death of me. Although, death by orgasm sounds like a pretty good way to go.
He lines himself up and slides inside me. Sometimes it’s like this: an urgency, a need. Sometimes it’s frantic. And on occasionit’s slow, really, really slow. I don’t mind which way, as long as I have Sawyer in my arms.
“I love you,” I whisper.
He stills, seated all the way inside me. Another thing he loves is staying like this, even long after we’re done, and I love waking up with him inside me. It’s the highlight of my morning.
“I love you more,” he insists, his eyes mischievous.
“Show me.”
He tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth as he slides out, then slams back in. He’s not gentle about it, but we both know our limits. We are one synchronized melody when we’re like this. We know each other, inside and out. Sawyer repeats the process, and each time I squeeze his cock, we groan in unison.