I hate that he’s fully dressed. I want to take his clothes off, but I need to learn his triggers, and what he does and doesn’t like. I’ve got to be careful. As much as I want to jump his bones, his confessions about not sleeping with anyone — and I wince at this next memory —he consented to,makes me want to cry.
No, Nova. This isn’t the time or the place. This is a happy occasion. Sex is fun, and it feels good. It doesn’t have to be vengeful, rough or violent. I close my eyes.
This feels right.
Safe.
Good. Better than good.
Sawyer sets me down on the bed and I roll onto my back. I bite down on my lip and close my legs. He kneels on the bed, then removes his shirt, ever so slowly.
“Are you teasing me?” I murmur.
He thumbs to himself. “Me?”
“Oh, don’t look so innocent. You know what you do to me when you look at me with those pretty eyes.”
“Don’t say that too loudly around the boys, they’ll never quit givin’ me shit.”
I smile and his eyes shift as he parts my legs. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”
He dips his head and swipes his tongue through my core. I scrunch the sheets up in my palms, my head rolling back. Heaven. That’s what this feels like. “Sawyer,” I whisper.
I feel him shift, and then he says, “You okay?”
“Better than okay.”
“Open your eyes, watch me.”
Oh, my.
I do as he says, looking down my body as I prop myself up on my elbows. He parts me with one hand, then licks through my pussy, moaning as he flicks my clit with his tongue. “You have such a pretty pussy, baby. This could be my new favorite hobby.”
Glad I kept up with my waxing appointments, I bite down on my bottom lip. This man and that mouth.
“I think you have a newly found skill for it.” It’s hard to speak because he’s lifting my ass ever so slightly, his blue eyes on mine as he eats me out with rumbles from his own moans that vibrate right through me.
“I’m gonna come,” I warn. “Oh, Sawyer.” I grip his hair, tugging slightly and he moans, too.Shit.I keep forgetting that I shouldn’t just do that and I loosen my grip.
As if reading my mind, he breaks away. “Do that again.”
“W-what?” I murmur.
“Tug my hair, I like it.”
I do as he says, wanting to please him, loving that I’m pleasing him. “Even your hair is perfect.”
His voice is low and hoarse when he says, “Eyes on me when you come, baby. I want to see you lose control.”
Holy freaking Hannah. This man’s mouth is so dirty. Dirty in a good way, not a degrading way. Not that I’d kink shame anyone, but after abusive relationships, I’m not into degradation. Praise, maybe, but I don’t want to be called a slut.
“Fuck,” I cry when his tongue is back swirling my clit. “Jesus, oh, god.”
“That’s it, come for me, baby, you’re making me so fuckin’ hard.”
I’ve never done this before: came while staring at someone, and I’ve never come so quickly, twice in one night already. It helps that this new experience is with him and the trust is there, and Sawyer is so good at it.
I cry out, my entire body freezing as I still, never wanting him to stop. His name is a strangled cry and I’m suddenly glad we’re at his place and not mine. We can make all the noise we want here.