I hate that he’s fully clothed still, but I understand and respect not to expect more. These are big steps for the both of us.
I rock my hips and he hisses. His hands and mouth feel so good as he sucks one breast and plucks the other. And I’m in fucking heaven. I close my eyes, tilting my head back as I rock back and forth on him. “I’m gonna come so fast,” I warn. “Sawyer, you feel amazing.”
He grunts and I know I’m not even kidding, I’m so close. My clit is so sensitive, and I can’t imagine how he’s feeling right now with no room to move in his jeans.
“I want to see you come,” he mutters. “I want to see my baby orgasm for me. Only me.”
I grip my hands in his hair. “I-I, oh god, Saw, I’m coming, I’m-I’m coming…” Light flashes behind my eye lids as all the pent up frustration and lust unravels, my orgasm hitting hard.
I ride it out, crying his name as he continues to suck and play with me. “Fuck, yeah.”
When I come down from my high, I’m panting.
“I want to feel you,” he whispers. “I want to feel how wet I made you.”
“I want that, too.”
I lift my hips, and he slides his hand into my shorts, cupping my pussy. “Fuuuuuck,” he mutters when he feels the slickness through the material. “Baby, I’m gonna come just feelin’ you like this.”
I want him to take his jeans off. I want to tell him I can make him feel good too, with his permission, but I don’t. When he pulls my panties aside, I’m practically panting like a dog in heat. Jesus, I need him inside me.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Oh, that’s so, oh?—”
He flicks my clit and I spiral, my orgasm coming fast as he does it again, and again, and again.
I cry out his name, pressing myself against his hand. “More,” I tell him. “I need your fingers inside me, please.”
“You feel so good,” he tells me, spreading my slickness everywhere. He slides one finger inside me and I just about lose it.
“Oh, this is so good. So—yes!” I’m not even making sense. My words come tumbling out like I don’t have any control over my own thoughts. And maybe I don’t.
He licks my nipple, then licks the other one, his eyes heated as he inserts another finger. He works them in and out, in and out until we’re in a rhythm that is so intoxicatingly hot, I’m tipping my head back and crying out again, for the third time.
This time. This time he groans, too, his eyes closing as he grips my hip with his free hand.
Did he just?
“Sawyer?” I pant.
“I came,” he whispers. “In my fuckin’ pants.”
I roll my lips. “I’m sorry.”
His eyes spring open. “You don’t look very sorry.”
“That must be… um, uncomfortable?”
“I’ll deal with it, just give me a second.”
His fingers remain buried inside me, my tits still out on display, and he shows no hurry to fix any of that.
A wash of comfort slides its way around me, aroundus.
“I need a minute,” I tell him. “But I’m not going anywhere.”
His eyes lift. “Neither am I.”
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