‘I’ll give you anything, Blue.’ And with that, he thrustshome. The way he stretches me, my body accommodating to his size, is too delicious, leaving me breathless until he’s slowly worked his way in to the hilt. His head rests on my shoulder. ‘Jesus, you feel like heaven.’
I can’t help but wiggle my hips, needing to feel some kind of friction to alleviate the overwhelming fullness. Sawyer chuckles, all raspy and calculated, and doesn’t give me a second to prepare before he starts thrusting powerfully into me, covering my mouth because I don’t get there quick enough.
My moans are silenced by his hand, allowing me to focus on the sparks rippling through me with every slide of his hard cock. He takes total control of my body, guiding my hips to match his rhythm and keeping me in place, letting me float off into the rising wave of pleasure with the delicious knowledge that he’ll take care of me.
‘Need to feel them,’ Sawyer grunts out, frantically lifting my top until my breasts are spilling out, the cooler air immediately making them tighten. He caresses them, using his grip on them to pull me back into his thrusts too. ‘Fucking love your body, Blue. So damn soft. So damnbeautiful.’
His movements stutter, becoming sloppy and uncontrolled, like he’s too overwhelmed by my breasts to keep up his rhythm and somehow that has me burning up even hotter inside. Knowing I’m the one that has this cowboy losing his cool.
Suddenly, Sawyer hooks his hand under my thigh, lifting it up so it’s resting against a stool. His next thrust hits me even deeper, given further access by my more open position. My body tenses to a point of pain from the intense pleasure.It’s unbearable, but also glorious. Every thrust has my limbs shaking, and I collapse against the countertop, the cold surface making me jolt as my breasts meet it.
‘Call me it again,’ Sawyer demands, leaning over my body. His strong grasp on my hips pulls me back onto his cock to meet every one of his thrusts.
‘Daddy,’ I whimper out, knowing exactly what he wants.
‘Fuck.’ He speeds up his pace, his breaths coming out in quick, sharp exhales. ‘That’s right. You like it too, don’t you, sweetheart?’
‘Mhm.’ I do, so much so, just saying it has the pressure inside my core building faster. I could finish so easily like this, the angle making his cock slide against me exactly where I need it each time. I just need him to—‘Sawyer.’
‘I’ve got you, sweetheart.’ He immediately shifts, releasing a hand from my hip to slide under my stomach and press against my clit. His circling is frantic and forceful, my eyes fluttering closed as I struggle to comprehend how it’s possible for someone to create such pleasure.
‘Fuck, you’re gettingsotight, Blue.’ His voice is a strangled whisper. ‘You gonna be a good girl and come on my cock?’
It’s all I need—to hear his voice beside me as I let myself fall into the waiting pool of pleasure that is my climax.
I’m grateful for his hand over my mouth when my orgasm wracks my body, shockwaves following as Sawyer continues to thrust through it all. I tremble under his strong hands, body loose and spent even as it still screams with pleasure.
‘Jesus, Blue, you’re so fucking beautiful.’ Sawyer palms my ass again, then runs his hand up my back, my arm, until his fingers intertwine with mine and our hands are flattened against the counter. Like he needs to be as connected aspossible to me when he lets go. ‘I’m so close. Want me to fill you up, Blue?’
Oh God, yes. Why do I want that so badly?
‘Yes,’ I breathe out. ‘I need it.’
His fingers twitch against mine. ‘That right? I always knew you were a filthy girl deep down.’
‘Only for you,’ I say—and that does it.
His grip sinks into my hip as he doubles over with a stifled grunt, head resting against my back with one final slam into me. His cock twitches inside of me, the heat of his climax spilling, and the intense satisfaction I get from the sensation is unexpected, but entirely welcome.
We lie like that, against the cool surface of the counter, the weight of him on top of me keeping me covered and safe, until our breaths calm down. Sawyer kisses down my back and then he finally pulls himself out.
His climax starts to run down my legs, but before I can move, his fingers are there, swiping it up and pushing it back inside of me as he groans, ‘Fuck, Blue. You look so pretty with my cum dripping out of you.’
Lazily he plays with me, making a mess of the mix of both our orgasms. It should be filthy, should make me feel dirty, but there’s almost something reverent about the way he touches me now. I check over my shoulder and there he is, eyes filled with something akin to wonder as he watches me.
‘I want it all, Blue,’ he starts, dropping to his knees to press a kiss to my thigh. ‘All of it—a family. You, me, Noah, and too many babies to handle. Want them running all over the place.’
He swallows thickly, tongue wetting his lips as the wordsseem to hover there. ‘I love you, Blue. I love you and Noah and it scares me so fucking much, but I’m here. I’m not running. Because this ain’t our last rodeo. I’ll keep getting up each time I fall, I’ll keep riding and fighting until I’m worthy of your love.’
Tightness winds in my chest at his admission, a sensation of complete wholeness taking residence there. My hand finds his jaw and he turns his eyes up to me, devotion shining in them. He tilts his head to kiss my palm. ‘You don’t have to fight anymore, Sawyer. Because I love you too. You werealwaysworthy of my love. Always will be.’
That has him suddenly standing, and before I know it he’s throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me into his bedroom with the intent of showing me just how much he loves me all through the night. Pretending to be Santa will have to wait.
33
Sawyer
It’s taking a lot of self-control not to crack a joke or point out how fucking awkward this feels as we sit around the living area on Christmas Day a bit too quietly, Noah silent and surrounded by presents and shredded wrapping paper—some of which Trixie is entertaining herself with by the fire. Gray stopped over in Denver yesterday, with the plans to drive to ours to stay for a couple of days. The one thing he forgot to mention—that he was bringing his new girlfriend, Avery. The excitement Noah had rushing over to his dad lasted all but five seconds when Avery, a stranger to him, walked through the door. As did Gray’s when he eyed me up, waiting behind Honey.