I sit there feeling a bit dejected for a moment before Sawyer takes my other hand and gently tugs me out of my seat. I stand between his legs, and he reaches up to caress my cheek. I lean into his touch, closing my eyes in complete surrender.
“I can’t wait to find out every last thing about you, baby.”
“Even the not-so-great stuff?”
“I want to know everything that makes you, you. Because you’re pretty fucking amazing.” His thumb glides over my skin before he captures my head between his hands and drags my lips to his for a sweet kiss. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. Sawyer’s hands slide down my body and find my waist, then slip back over the curve of my ass. Lost in the kiss, our tongues tangle. I’m so swept up in it, I hardly realize that he’s grasped the hem of his shirt, pulling the fabric up as he clenches it in his fingers. He takes my ass in both hands, drawing me closer. A strangled groan escapes his lips into my mouth. He breaks the kiss, drawing back to look at me.
“Um. Hadleigh?” His tongue darts out to wet his lower lip.
“Yeah?” My eyes flicker open to see a storm raging in his eyes.
“Have you been naked under there this whole time?”
“Oh, um. Yeah.” I wrinkle my nose at him. “Sorry.”
He growls. “You’ve seriously got to stop apologizing for doing things that completely turn me the fuck on.” He moves fast, shoving his pants down, his hands gripping me around the waist. He lifts me onto his lap astride him. My bare skin comes into contact with his growing erection, and I let out a little whimper. A burst of lust, keen and sharp, shoots through me so hard I tremble, my body overcome by it.
I inhale swiftly as his hands slide from my waist to my ass underneath his shirt again. He squeezes gently, then a bit harder, before groaning. “Hadleigh. Are you going to ride my cock, baby?”
The feel of his hard-on between us has my brain fully short-circuiting. I answer with a hot kiss, all tongue and teeth and desire. I lift off of his lap, grasp his dick, and slide right down onto it. We continue to kiss like we can’t get enough of each other and rock together like our lives depend on it. We are frenzied, mad, fevered, our bodies so completely well-matched that I don’t know how I ever thought sex with anyone else was any good. I love the way his hard body feels against me, how amazing he feels inside me. With a tilt of my hips, I take him deeper, and my head drops back as euphoria overtakes me.
I’m hot.
I’m wanton.
I’m his.
He runs his hands over my body until I’m crying out for him. I crave this man’s touch like no other.
He grasps the front of his shirt with both hands and yanks, popping off the few buttons I’d managed to fasten. The shirt hangs open, and I continue to move over him, sliding up and down over his erection. He lowers his head to torment one of my breasts, and then the other. I’ve always been extremely sensitive, and his ministrations have me even wetter. Sawyer groans again. “Hadleigh, you are so fucking perfect. You feel so good like this.” His hands return to my ass, and he takes control, thrusting into me from below. I grip his shoulders and grind on him, every downward motion against him hitting my clit and setting my whole world on fire.
My legs begin to shake, and a brilliant, shimmering pulse starts right at my center. Without warning, the orgasm increases in intensity, lashing through me, wave after wave of it. My whole body spasms over Sawyer, and somewhere in the back of my head, I know I’m moaning really loudly and mumbling incoherently, but I don’t even care. It’s so fucking good I could die happily right now. He drives into me a few more times, then tenses, holding me tightly against him as his own release forces ragged gasps of pleasure from his lips.
Out of breath, I lean forward, and he wraps his arms around me as I rest my forehead against his. “That was something,” I exhale on a small laugh, my eyes wide as I look into his, hoping his world has just been rocked as hard as mine.
He cups my cheek and stares intently at me before pressing a kiss to my lips. “You’re not kidding. I wasn’t prepared for that at all.”
I suck in a breath. “I’m on the pill.”
He shakes his head and his lips seek out the tender skin of my neck, kissing me there. “No, I just meant I didn’t think we were going to go for it at the kitchen table. I thought maybe we’d make it back to the bedroom.” He huffs out a laugh. “Not that I’m complaining. I did get tested after my last girlfriend, though, just in case you were concerned.”
“I’ve never had sex without a condom before. That was sex on a whole different level.” I rake my teeth over my lower lip. “Was it like that for you?” I’m suddenly nervous that it wasn’t.
He catches my chin with his fingers and lowers his mouth to mine again. “I love how frank you are. How uninhibited. And it was amazing. I feel like one lucky son of a bitch right now.”
Oh, thank God. I grin. “What can I say? I like sex, and I’m not really shy about it.”
“You don’t have to apologize for it at all. I think I approve of how much you like it.”
“Sawyer?”
“Yeah?”
“You make me really happy.”
He leans in and kisses me again. “Well, that’s good. And I hope I’m about to make you a little bit happier. Let’s get cleaned up, and I’ll go grab what I brought for you. It’s out in my
