The sight is enough to distract me from the pocketknifehe also then grabs from his bedside drawer and tears my panties with.
‘Sawyer!’ I gasp as he rips my underwear away from me.
‘No time to wait, Blue. Need you to ride me.Now.’
With evident impatience, Sawyer tosses the knife to the floor and lifts my hips, guiding me until his cock is positioned at my entrance. Even the slightest touch of his hardness against me has my body quaking. Anticipating how it’ll feel to finally be filled by him again.
He was the first person to ever give me pleasure and now I get to come home. To him.
With that thought, I don’t give him warning before I sink down onto his cock.
Sawyer groans out, fingers digging into my hips, and my body tenses at how much he stretches me, how I must steady myself on his shoulders as it takes several attempts sliding down his length for him to fit fully inside me. Even the slightest movement has pleasure sparkling across my skin, my breath catching in a high-pitched gasp.
‘Jesus, Blue.’ He throws his head back as he begins to rock my hips slowly, setting the pace. The slide of him inside me, hitting that perfect spot as he angles me back slightly has my eyes fluttering closed. ‘Not gonna last. You feel too good.’
I continue the rhythm he moved my hips with, letting my fingers dig into the hard curvatures of his broad shoulders, anchoring myself amidst the overwhelming pleasure slowly building inside of me again. Sawyer’s hands explore my body, squeezing my breasts, running over my stretchmarks reverently, sifting through my hair, tangling around my locks. Like he’s trying to make sure he touches every inch of me to confirm this isn’t the dream it feels like.
I feel invaluable in his hold. Brighter than gold.
‘Grab my neck, Blue.’ Sawyer slides my hand from his shoulder and positions it around his throat. His eyes start to roll from the light pressure I add, jaw tensing, and then he breathes out, ‘Use me, sweetheart. Take what you need.’
The heady rush of empowerment I get from this position—from him giving his body over to me, submitting himself formypleasure—is unexpected.
I roll my hips harder, squeezing his neck a little tighter, and his responding groan has my pussy clenching, exhilaration shimmering through me. He pulls my hips down, so we’re even more flush, sending his cock deeper into me than I thought possible and it knocks all the breath from my lungs. I’mso full.
‘I need to fuck you, Blue.Please,’ he begs, desperation lacing every word. Shining in his wild eyes.
‘Will your leg be okay?’ I ask, though my body screams,yes.
‘Fuckmy leg. Hold the headboard.’ Rough hands lift my hips, fingers sinking deeper into the flesh—for stability I realise when he bends his knees and drives into me.
I cry out from the intense pleasure that sparks through me from his powerful thrust, and I fall forward, hands smacking against the headboard and gripping for purchase. I’ve bypassed even being able to moan, dropping into a silent euphoria where the feel of Sawyer thrusting into me renders me incapable of focusing on anything else. Every thought is knocked from my mind while the slap of skin echoes through the room as he slams into me continuously.
Sawyer groans into my hair with each harsh thrust.‘Taking it so well, Blue. You always were good at that, weren’t you? Such a good fucking girl.’
‘Yours,’ I manage to breathe out.
‘Damn right, Blue.Mygood fucking girl.’
The next thing I know, he’s flipping me onto my back.
My legs are thrown over each of his shoulders and he leans forward, taking me at such a deep angle, stars burst behind my eyes, the delicious pressure in my core building tenfold. But he doesn’t drive into me as hard as before, instead, Sawyer filters his hand beneath my head to cradle me, the other seeking out my clit.
‘Every night, Blue.’ His voice is strained, each word laced with gravel as he thrusts into me with long, languid strokes. ‘Every goddamn night I’ve dreamt of burying myself in your perfect little cunt.’ He punctuates the last word with a punishing thrust, forcing my eyes to roll back and the loudest moan to spill from me.
‘Oh,’ he chuckles—a low, husky laugh that promises nothing but pure filth. It has goosebumps swarming my skin. He thrusts deeply again, hips slapping against my thighs, as he strums at my clit faster, increasing the pressure. ‘Thought you didn’t like cussing, Blue? Or do you like it when I tell you how good your tightcuntfeels, huh?’
Jesus Christ, I’m going to explode.
Words never surface for me to respond as lightness rushes through my body, the calm before the storm—before I’m swept away by the bubble of pleasure building in me that’s moments away from bursting. His filthy words wind me tighter than a bow string.
‘Wanna go with you, Blue,’ Sawyer grits out as he pumps into me faster, speeding up the pace at which he rubs my clit. His movements become frenzied, groans rougher and louder, and all it takes is one more hard thrust and then I’m falling.
Sawyer covers my mouth with his just as my orgasm hits, swallowing up my cries as he also reaches his release. Heat pours through me, my body trembling from the burning explosion of desire and pleasure and just howrightit feels to be finishing in his embrace. Sawyer’s strong arms hold me through it all, his own body shuddering against me as his climax waves through him too.
Keeping a safe hold of me, Sawyer rolls us so he’s on his back and I’m splayed out over his chest, listening to his heart rattle against his ribcage. Light fingers sift through my hair while he peppers kisses along my hairline. Calmness sweeps through me, every tense muscle from the past month of trying to navigate not falling for him again loosens, letting me melt completely into him—where I’m meant to be.
‘Never again,’ he whispers against my hair, and I swear his voice catches. ‘Never spending another day without you again.’