I wiggle and writhe beneath his scrutiny, growing wetter by the second. Desire floods my body. All I want – all I need – in that moment is to have him inside of me.
“Come here,” I purr, crooking my finger at him.
Sawyer steps forward but stops short and slips to his knees before me. He gently pulls me to the edge of the bed, sets my thighs on his shoulders, and leans forward, his warm breath on my pulsing lips, sending a shiver of pleasure up my spine. I gasp, feeling the tip of his tongue flicking my clit. He laps at it slowly at first, then takes it into his mouth, rolling and sucking on it gently. My body clenches tightly, and I cry out as his tongue plunges deep into me.
He moans softly, sending shockwaves up me, then laps at my pussy with increasing vigor. I grip his hair tightly, grinding myself against his mouth as he starts to lick me harder. I feel the pressure building low in my belly. I’m hurtling toward the edge of ecstasy, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it – not that I want to. I bite my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, and when I feel him take my clit back into his mouth as he plunges two fingers deep into me, I explode.
My body bucks and thrashes as he continues to drive his fingers into me. I rattle and shake uncontrollably as he laps at my clit, and I come harder than I ever have before. A powerful wave of pleasure washes over me, making my body seize up and all coherent thought to flee my mind. I feel so out of control of my body that I clamp my thighs around Sawyer’s head and squeeze tight.
Slowly, my body starts to relax, and I’m able to move my legs again, parting them and allowing Sawyer up for air. He looks at me with a wide, salacious smile on his face and my juices dripping from his chin.
“Sorry,” I gasp as I try to catch my breath. “I wasn’t trying to kill you.”
He shrugs. “I can think of worse ways to go.”
I laugh as he gets to his feet, and I quickly sit up, grabbing hold of his thick cock through his pants. I squeeze and rub his thickness, drawing a small moan from him. He pulls his shirt over his head and throws it across the room in the general direction mine ended up in. Moving my hands up, I go to work on his belt, getting it undone, then pull his pants down his thighs with ease.
“I see you’ve been practicing,” he chuckles.
“Maybe I have.”
“Naughty girl.”
I nod and give him a sultry grin. “What can I say? You bring it out in me.”
I slip his boxers down and allow his long, rigid cock to spring free. I take it in my hand, gripping him tight at the base, and lean forward, sliding my tongue down one side of his thick shaft and back up the other. I swirl it around the head of his dick, teasing the sensitive underside, then taste the precum pooling at the tip.
Sawyer groans as I take him into my mouth, sliding him all the way in. I tighten my lips around his cock and suck him harder, moving my head up and down faster. I hear him growl as I hold him in my mouth and swirl my tongue around his staff. He grunts and takes a step back, then looks down at me with an expression of absolute desire and need etched into his features.
He pushes me back down on the bed and makes me scoot back, away from the edge. He looks me up and down again, a look of primal hunger and desire on his face. Sawyer collapses down on top of me, bracing himself on his arms, so he’s looking down at me. I part my thighs and wrap them around his waist, feeling the head of his cock brushing softly against my wetness.
Our gazes are locked, and I bite my bottom lip hard as I feel him slowly working his hard, thick staff into my tight, wet core. Sawyer slides into me inch by inch until he’s fully sheathed within me. A sharp pinch of pain tears through me as I adjust to having his length and girth filling me up so completely again.
As he starts to roll his hips, plunging himself even deeper into me, the discomfort gives way to absolute pleasure, and I moan. His movements are slow and deliberate, and he never takes his eyes off mine. The pleasure he’s making me feel is like a bright, white light that fills every inch of my body.
I grip his forearms, digging my nails into his flesh. He thrusts himself into me in a steady rhythm that sets off explosions of ecstasy within me. He leans down and kisses me, his tongue swirling with mine seeming to heighten the pleasure that’s rocking my entire body.
Sawyer’s movements are slow and sensual, rather than being erotically frantic like our last couple of times together. He’s taking his time with me, doing his best to wring every ounce of pleasure from the moment and from each other. If I had to describe it one way, I’d say what we’re doing is more like making love rather than fucking. There’s an emotional energy crackling between us that hasn’t been present the last couple of times we’ve been together, and it feels like the connection between us is being built and strengthened.
I gasp, then giggle as Sawyer grabs my hips and rolls me over so
