23
Honey
What kind of man do you need? Let me be him.
‘I—I need you to take care of me.’ The words fall from my lips effortlessly. My head tips back, neck on display, body pliant and completely weightless in Sawyer’s hands. Where I’ll always be safe.
I want more than that from him, I always have, deep down. I have unrealised dreams almost a decade old that I bottled away, but right now, what I need—it’s him,wholly.
His mouth.
His body.
His everything.
Sawyer leans back to catch my eyes, his throat bobbing at my words. He gives me a light nod of understanding—of the words he’s used with me before. Only a soft smile plays on his lips, but when his gaze cascades down my body, those full lips spread out into a smirk that has my thighs tensing with expectancy.
Hungry eyes locked with mine, Sawyer clasps his strongfingers around the hem of my T-shirt, the light material skimming against my peaked nipples as he lifts it over my head, leaving me utterly exposed save for my panties.
‘Blue,’ he whispers with such reverence, like he’s been waiting an eternity for the sight of me bare again.
Sawyer sifts his fingers through my hair to cradle my head, holding me there for him to admire. Hardened eyes rove over my body, pupils widening as he drinks me in. The chill of the bedroom air does little to douse the fire that his gaze sets my body ablaze with. Hand shifting to cup my jaw, his thumb runs over my bottom lip once.
‘MyBlue,’ he says with adamance.
Then his lips are on mine. His kisses are needy and hungry, yet tender and soft, consuming me with the manner of both a starved and devout man. The need for his touch has me arching forward and he instantly rewards me with a warm hand kneading my breasts. My body melts in his grasp again when his tongue finally slips into my mouth, dancing with my own.
‘Always,’ he breaks the kiss to whisper against my lips, goosebumps swarming my body from the sincerity of his tone. ‘I’ll always take care of you.’
Dropping his head, Sawyer’s lips replace his hands, kissing at my breasts, his moustache tickling my skin and sending shivers rushing across my body. He takes one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud, before giving it a quick nip that has me jerking in his hold. The hand on my hip trails over my thigh, peeling my panties to the side and exposing where I ache with too many years of need for him.
‘Fuck, I’ve missed you so much, Blue,’ he whispers againstmy chest, groaning against my skin as he drags his thumb gently across my centre.
Then his hand dives in, cupping me—claimingme. His thumb finds my clit, beginning lazy circles, while his fingers stroke the rest of me lightly, as if luxuriating in the feel of me. The hot kisses he’d already trailed across my body and honest confessions have warmed me up plenty, but the fact he’s making sure, teasing me tenderly, is so damn hot.
Because he knows me. He knows my body.
He spits down on his fingers and then rubs me with them again, adding extra lubrication to my entrance, and desire coils inside of me.
And then he thrusts his fingers into me, hot desire slicing through my body as I grip his shoulders to steady myself. My toes curl along with his fingers, which stroke inside of me at the same pace his thumb rubs across my clit, slowly making that pleasure begin to build intensely in my core. He winds me tighter and tighter, watching with wonder-filled eyes as the ecstasy of his touch gradually takes over me—my whimpers becoming breathless, my awareness dropping almost completely to the pleasure growing inside of me, my body tensing as I get closer to the edge, moments away from freefalling into euphoria.
‘That’s it, Blue.’ Sawyer smirks, licking his lips as wild hunger sparks in his eyes. Like he revels in overwhelming me with pleasure. ‘You gonna come all over my fingers again? Let me taste you on them again?Please.’
I think of it then—the image of him in this very bed after he pleasured me on the back deck last weekend, sucking off what I left on his fingers, pumping his hard cock in his hand.Finishingfrom the thought of me and—‘Oh God, Sawyer!’
I’m crying out, my filthy thoughts causing a wave of pleasure to crash over me, pulling me into the depths of my climax. My thighs shake around Sawyer’s hips, shockwaves of pleasure wracking my body over and over. I heave down my breaths, collapsed against Sawyer’s chest as he strokes my hair, easing me back to reality.
When I eventually come down, my hands wander over his body, feeling out every hard muscle that encompasses me, and I’m hit with desire once again. Even more when I sit back up in his grasp and watch him lick off the wetness I left on his hand with the cockiest of grins.
‘Fucking perfect,’ he growls, jerking his hips up into mine, his cock rubbing against my bare, sensitive clit.
‘I need you,’ I whimper out, little care for how greedy I sound—I’ve waited too damn long, and I’m done.
‘I know, Blue. I know.’ He soothes my neediness with hot kisses, letting me taste myself on his tongue, as he reaches to the bedside table, scrambling to fish something out of the drawer. When he pulls away he uses his teeth to rip open the condom he’d clearly grabbed, then throws the wrapper away.
Not a second later he’s yanking his underwear down, letting his hard cock spring out before he begins rolling the condom over himself.
I can’t help but lick my lips—at the thickness of him, the way the head already shines with arousal, the vein running up the underside that only emphasises the sheerlengthof him. I never got a chance to fully appreciate him before when it was dark in his truck bed and everything was all so new.