Chapter 8
Allison
Waking up in Sawyer’s arms feels amazing. The fact that we are both naked feels delightfully sinful. Turning in his arms I look up into those beautiful green eyes. And when he smiles my stomach turns and flips.
“How are you feeling?” I love that he cares enough to ask and I grin in response.
“I think I should have been doing this sex stuff a lot sooner.”
He laughs and I feel the rumble in his chest and love that we are so close. I hug him tightly to me and he plants a little kiss on the top of my head.
“Allison, I want you to stay here with me.”
I grin against the hairs on his chest. “Okay.”
“I’m serious. I don’t want you to go back to the city.”
I look up into his beautiful face, the face I used to dream about, older now, but still as heart flipping handsome as ever, and I can’t believe he actually wants me. Whatever his reason, I want to stay and luckily I have time off already booked, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“I want to stay too, Sawyer. You are going to think I am crazy, but something strange happened to me on that trek today. Just being on the mountain, out in nature, feeling the burn in my muscles and being surrounded by trees… it all gave me this feeling I’ve never had before. Like I was free. And happy. Really happy. And then you kissed me. But after that, there was this wind, and I just knew I was meant to be here.”
He grins. “I do think you are crazy. And we are going to tell people it was the kiss and not the wind that gave you that feeling.”
I nod in agreement. He kisses me. A quick kiss and then a longer, deeper kiss that warms my body and fires my blood.
“Now about giving you more of this sex stuff…”
Taking my hands he holds them above my head, turning me onto my back as he moves his body over mine. I love the feel of his weight on top of me. His hot kisses on my throat. His whisper in my ear.
“That first time was too fast. This time I’m going to show you how it feels to be fucked nice and slow.”
I feel his thick, hard cock at the entrance of my pussy. Now I know what to expect, I want to feel him fill me. He pushes into me. Slow. Teasing. I buck my hips wanting all of him, but his grin tells me he is determined to tease. I throw my head back and gasp with pleasure as he does a few hard and fast thrusts before he goes back to taking his sweet time. Fucking, he’d called it. It’s a good word. Filled with animalistic pleasure. I want as much of this as I can get. Who knew being fucked by the bad boy would feel so good?