CHAPTER SIX
Blake
My cock ached so hard it hurt.
Every step Sadie took beside me wound me tighter. The sway of her hips, the flush in her cheeks, the way her lips stayed swollen from my kisses—I was seconds away from throwing her over my shoulder and storming back to the cabin like a caveman.
Once there, I caged her against the front door, bracing my hands on either side of her head. “Last chance,” I rasped. “Say stop… or I carry you in and put you in my bed.”
Her answer was to smile and stand on her toes to kiss me, hard and desperate. That reckless move, that greedy kiss—it told me everything I needed to know. She wanted me as badly as I wanted her. I groaned into her mouth, one hand fumbling for the door handle while the other tangled in her hair.
The door gave way, and we stumbled inside, mouths still fused together. Her hands were everywhere—tugging at my shirt, running over my chest, driving me out of my fucking mind.
“Bedroom,” I managed against her mouth as I kicked the front door shut.
“Yes.”
I lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her down the hall. The heat of her pressed to my cock made every step a brutal test of control. She was grinding without even realizing it, rubbing that sweet pussy against me through our clothes, and I nearly came just walking.
In my bedroom, I placed her down gently on the side of the bed. For the first time, uncertainty flickered in her eyes. I knelt in front of her. “Hey,” I murmured, cupping her cheek, my thumb brushing over her soft skin. “What is it?”
She looked down, lashes lowering. “It’s daylight.”
I laughed quietly at the soft whisper, leaning in so she could hear the smile in my voice. “Yeah. It is and you’re beautiful, Sadie. I want to see everything.”
She sighed like she was trying to exhale something heavier than air. “I’m not good at this. Letting my guard down.”
“That makes two of us.” I’d never been more honest with another person in my life. “But I think together, we’ll be just fine.”
A faint smile tugged at her lips. “Says the man who could model for the paper towel commercial.”
That made me laugh. Really laugh. A sound I hadn’t heard from myself in a long damn time—much less right before I was about to lose myself in a woman. Hell, I knew I’d be the one ruined tonight. She had no idea how much power she already held over me.
I slid my hands under the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head in one smooth motion. I didn’t ask for permission—she didn’t want me to. I could feel it in the way she leaned into me, the way her nipples peaked under the thin fabric of her bra, begging for my mouth.
Her bra was plain, white cotton—practical. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Or, I realized, she was the sexiest woman I’d ever seen. I unhooked it and let it fall away. Her breasts spilled free, soft curves tipped with dusky peaks that begged for my tongue.
“So beautiful,” I murmured, running my hands down her bare arms, feeling goosebumps rise under my palms. “So fucking beautiful.”
She held my gaze this time, and I saw something shift in her—her spine straightened, her chin lifted, confidence sparkled in her eyes.
I burned that look into my memory. She was letting me see her, not just her beautiful curves.
She was giving me her first time, and the mix of innocence and trust made me wonder if I was worthy.
I lowered my mouth to her throat, kissing a trail across her skin, breathing her in. I filled my hands with her breasts, closing my mouth over one nipple, sucking hard until she gasped and arched into me. Her fingers clawed through my hair.
“Blake… please.”
“I know, sweetheart.” My voice was a low promise. “I’ve got you.”
I guided her back onto the bed, following her down, kissing my way across every inch of skin I could reach. My fingers found the button of her jeans, and she lifted her hips to help me.
She wore soft cotton panties as innocent looking as her bra. I removed them slowly, letting my hands slide down her legs. When she was bare beneath me, I stopped and took her in. Lush curves, smooth skin flushed with arousal, dark hair spread over my pillow.
Mine. All mine.
“You’re staring,” she whispered, but that uncertainty had faded.
“Can’t help it,” I said roughly. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And I’m going to put my mouth on this sweet pussy until you’re screaming my name.”
I settled between her thighs like I’ve been fighting the urge for hours—because I had. I coaxed them gently apart. My mouth watered at the sight of her pussy. So pretty. So wet. I fucking needed to taste her. Needed to make her ready for me.
I started by barely touching her—soft kisses and slow licks.
I flattened my tongue and stroked up the length of her pussy, patient, savoring, letting her get used to me.
She shivered, a little gasp slipping out when I circled her clit without pressing down.
I filed that sound away. I wanted it again. I wanted all of her sounds.
“Eyes on me,” I told her, dragging my tongue along her slit—slow enough to be cruel. “I want you to watch me take what’s mine.”
The tiny tremor in her legs told me exactly how close the line was between too much and just right. “You tell me if it’s too much. I’ll adjust.”
“No,” she shook her head against the sheets. “I want it.”
The taste of her slick heat made me groan. She was perfect—soft, wet, sweet—and I took my time, alternating between slow, lazy licks and firmer strokes until she was rocking her hips, chasing every flick of my tongue.
Her hand left the sheet and found my hair, instinctively pulling me closer.
I took that as permission and licked her deeper, parting her with my tongue, tasting the heat only I could have.
My hands anchored her hips, thumbs drawing lazy strokes that made her relax under me.
The more she melted, the more I pushed, until she was rocking into my mouth.
“Blake.” My name caught in the back of her throat as she begged me yet again. “Please.”
Her fingers twisted in my hair, a broken moan spilling from her lips. I wanted her to come for me like this, to lose herself before I ever got inside her.
I sealed my mouth over her clit, sucking harder, letting my tongue flick in quick, deep strokes.
She jolted, a soft cry breaking free, and I felt her fighting between oversensitive and greedy.
I rode that razor’s edge, easing off for a heartbeat, then drawing her back in with a slower pull.
The sounds she made—broken, helpless—were the fucking soundtrack of my life now.
“Sweet girl, you taste like fucking heaven.” My arm pinned her hips down firmly. “Stay still. Let me eat this sweet pussy the way I need to.”
I changed my angle and flattened my tongue, broad and steady, then tighten my strokes to a circle—never the same pattern twice, never long enough for her to predict.
Her hips started to roll, a slow grind that lifted her into my mouth and dragged a deep sound from my chest. I bit down on her clit, then sucked again, and she whimpered like it was too much and not enough all at once.
“One finger?” I asked.
“Yes,” she whispered shyly, her head falling back on the bed.
I wet my finger with my mouth and slid it into her pussy, shallow, careful as hell. And then I felt it—the resistance, the way her body tensed. Virgin. The word hit me like a fist. She’d never been touched, never given herself to anyone else. And now, she was saying yes to me.
I froze, my throat burning. “Sadie, baby…
“It’s okay.” Her voice was firm despite the small tremble I heard. “I want this. I want you.”
I kept my mouth gentle while I eased my finger in a little farther, stroking along that soft front wall. When I found the spot that made her knees try to close around my ears, I smiled against her and did it again, matching the rhythm with a slow pull of my mouth.
“Blake—oh, God.”
“That’s it.” I curled my finger and flattened my tongue. “Let it build.”
Her breathing turned ragged, her belly drawing tight.
I kept my pace exact—merciless in its consistency—because I wanted the ground to disappear beneath her in one clean drop.
I felt the moment it happened. When everything in her went taut—then she broke, head thrown back, a raw cry tearing out of her as she came all over my mouth and hand.
I didn’t stop. I kept her right there, licking her through it, swallowing every shudder and aftershock.
She shook, fingers fisting in my hair, riding my face until the tremors softened into little flutters.
Only then did I ease the pressure, switching to the lightest of kisses, the kind that say stay with me, breathe for me, I’ve got you.
“Too much?” I asked, kissing the inside of her thigh.
She let out a laugh that was a half-sob, half-satisfied whimper. “Perfect. Sensitive… but perfect.”
I pulled my finger from her and licked it clean, never taking my eyes off her. “All mine,” I said.
Her blush climbed high on her face, but she didn’t look away. Brave girl. My girl.
I lined my cock up and slowly pushed inside her. She was so tight I had to grit my teeth and hold still, just barely inside her. She made a soft sound, part surprise, part discomfort. I push in a little more. “That’s it—open for me. Take me like a good girl.”
My hand cradled her jaw so I could see her face as I made her mine. Every flicker of sensation played across it—nerves, heat, the start of something sweeter. I kept my strokes shallow, letting her adjust. Then I thrust deeper, harder, breaking past that last barrier.
Her nails dig into my shoulders as I hold still, letting the pain subside. I kiss her lips softly. “I know, baby. I know. But I’ll make it better. I swear.”
She nodded quickly, wrapping her legs around my hips, pulling me closer. “It feels so good,” she smiled up at me. “You feel so good inside me. Now show me.” She moved her hips in an upward thrust.
Her need snapped my restraint. I pulled back and drove into her, again and again. I couldn’t stop. She was so damn tight, so warm, her body clenching around me like velvet heat.
“You feel…” I couldn’t finish the thought. I was too lost in the way she felt.
Her nails raked down my back as she arched her body into mine, finding the rhythm with me. Every thrust drew a new sound from her—soft, desperate—and it fueled me, driving me to push her higher. I wanted her first time to be something she thought about every time she closed her eyes.
When her body started to tighten again, I pressed my mouth to her ear. “Give it to me—let me feel you squeeze the life out of me.”
She cried out as her pussy clenched around me in hard, pulsing waves that ripped my control to shreds. I buried myself deep, groaning into her neck as I followed her over, every muscle locked, every nerve ending lit up.
I stayed there, buried inside her, holding her close until our breathing evened out. Then I kissed her again, letting her know this wasn’t just about taking—it was about giving her everything I had.
“Still okay?” I brushed my lips over hers.
She smiled faintly, sleepy and beautiful. “More than okay.”
Yeah. She was. And she was mine now—daylight, midnight, and every heartbeat in between.