He laughs harder, pinning my arms above my head. “I’d love to tie you to this bed one day and eat your pretty cunt.”
My eyes almost bulge out of their sockets. In all the time I’ve known him, I’ve never heard him saythatword.
Heat builds immediately in my lower belly. “Holy shit.”
“What? Too much?”
“No.” I bite down on my lip. “It’s never too much with you. I like the dirty talk, and I like you telling me I’m a good girl.”
He stares at me; his eyes are so blue, and I wish I knew what he was thinking, but there’s still a bit of mystery around Sawyer. I don’t have all the answers, and I don’t need to have them. As long as he’s happy. As long aswe’rehappy, that’s all that matters.
“You are a good girl when you milk all the cum out of me,” he mutters, planting another kiss on my lips. “Do you want more?” His words are almost a whisper.
“Yes. If you do, it doesn’t have to be tonight. I’m happy with what we did, if you are?”
“You even have to ask?” He buries his head in my neck, inhaling. “You make me so hard.”
My god. How have I lived without his dirty mouth this entire time? All the times we’ve hung out, watched movies and never touched, and the moments we did. Well, it was kissing, nothing else. Nevertheless, his mouth is everything. Everything I never knew I needed.
I brush the hair back off his face. “You make me so wet.”
He makes a guttural moan that vibrates against my pulse point, and I do want him. I want him in all ways, but this has to be his decision. I’m okay with sex. A long time ago, I made peace with my demons. I don’t like it rough, and as I told him before, I don’t like to be degraded, but I do like Sawyer. I like every single thing he does. “I wanna be inside you.”
“I want that, too, but only if you do. I’m not expecting anything.” I want him to know that I really do fucking love just being here. “Holding you is enough, Saw, but having sex with you? I’m not even sure I’d come down from that high.”
“I need to get you ready for me.”
I roll my lips. “What were those three other orgasms?” I remind him. “Chopped liver?”
He reaches between my legs and groans. “I see what you mean.”
“I’m not gonna object if you wanna give me more. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”
He lowers his mouth to one nipple and my words catch in my throat as he sucks. Oh, man.
I want to grip his ass, but I know that’s a no go area until he says, “Put your hands on me, please, baby, I can’t be the only one in heaven right now.”
I gently stroke my hands up his ass cheeks and he hisses. Fucking hisses. Jesus Christ, he’s smooth and a little slick. He cups my other breast, bringing it to his mouth and I feel his dick press against my lower belly. He really is rock hard again. Jesus.
I have zero reservations about wanting him like this. I want it more than ever, and by the looks on his face, he’s determined. I didn’t wanna harp on, but I don’t want him to do this just because he thinks I need it. I don’t. I love whatever he can give me. I’ve no doubt him being inside me will bring us to a whole new connection entirely, and I’m here for it.
I stroke up the side of his hips, then cup his pecs. Man, oh man, his body is perfectly sculpted.
“Your body is so hot,” I tell him. “I could get off with you just lying there naked.”
He looks up, with a mouth full of my tit, and he grins around it. I’m having a hard time focussing because I suddenly love my breasts being played with, especially knowing he rubbed hisspunk all over them. That was criminally hot. I need to fan myself after that, and then him cleaning me up... I had tears in my eyes but didn’t want him to think I was crying for anything more than adoration. Because I adore this man.
“Kissing and licking your body gets me off,” he mutters. “This pretty body is all mine, tell me it’s mine.”
I realize he needs that. He needs to hear it. “I’m yours.”
“Again.”
“Yours. You’re the only one.” I mean it. Heisthe only one. “I don’t even look at other men, not like I do you.”
“What about the guys without shirts on tonight?”
“They have nothing on you. I didn’t want them to eat my pussy.”