Chapter 16
Chapter
Sixteen
Paisley watched surprise flash in Sawyer’s hazel eyes, but almost immediately, they turned green.
Hot with desire …
Still, he didn’t leap into action. His fingers squeezed hers gently. “This is a big step, Paisley. Huge. I don’t want you to have any regrets about this decision. I’m happy to wait.”
“I’m ready,” she assured him. Then, speaking from her heart, she told him, “I’ve been waiting for you my entire life, Sawyer Montgomery.”
What she didn’t say was that not only did she want to experience lovemaking with Sawyer as her first partner—she wanted him to be her last. Though they hadn’t known one another long, her gut told her this man was for her. That together, they would make an incredible team.
But first, they had this hurdle to cross. They were compatible in every way, but Paisley knew a physical relationship was something important in a lasting one. She only hoped Sawyer could look past her inexperience and that they would click.
He leaned in, his hands still holding hers, and gave her a long, sweet kiss. In it, he promised her that she would be all right. That he would take good care of her as she crossed into something unknown.
Paisley couldn’t think of a better person to introduce her to sex than this tall, handsome, caring man.
Breaking the kiss, he smiled at her. “I guess it’s a good thing I recently invested in a box of condoms.”
“Did you buy them here?” she blurted out. She shouldn’t care if people in Hawthorne knew she was having sex with her boyfriend, but she still worried. Just a little bit. Gossip thrived in a small town.
He released her hands and framed her face. “Actually, I was in Decatur on business when I stopped at a Walmart.” His thumbs caressed her cheeks. “I wanted to be prepared for when this time came.”
Sawyer bent, lightly brushing his lips against hers. Paisley stepped into him, bringing her arms around him, wanting to be near him. Touching him. Feeling his heat. Inhaling his scent.
Suddenly, he swept her into his arms, carrying her from the room. Her heart quickened, knowing he headed to his bedroom. Her mouth grew dry. Worry seized her.
As he entered the bedroom and set her on her feet again, she asked, “What if I’m not enough for you? I may not be any good at this, Sawyer. You might not—”
He silenced her with a long, drugging kiss, which caused the blood to rush to her head. She heard her heartbeat pounding in her ears, and she responded, kissing him back with everything she had. Heat rushed through her now, rippling along her limbs.
She broke the kiss and gazed up at him. “We’re really going to do this?”
He gave her a boyish grin. “We really are.” He brushed his lips against her brow, the gesture comforting her.
“It won’t be perfect. Not because it’s your first time.
Because it’s our first time together. No couple gets it right the first time.
We have to learn what the other person likes.
And learn what we like to do together. The more practice we get, the better we’ll become at pleasing each other and enjoy making love together. ”
“I guess it’s like dribbling,” she observed, causing him to chuckle. “The first time you try it, you don’t know how hard to push on the ball each time. The harder you push, the higher it bounces. You have to find a rhythm that suits you.”
“Exactly,” he agreed. “Then when you get good at dribbling, you have to learn how to do it when you walk. Then when you run down a court. A good ballplayer will also learn how to dribble with both hands eventually, so they’re comfortable with using either and switching from one hand to another.
That’ll be us and lovemaking, Paisley. I promise you it will be good this first time, but we’ll keep at it. Get better. Find what’s enjoyable.”
She grinned at him. “I’ve always liked practicing. Getting better at something. And you will be the best partner to teach me what you know.”
His hands smoothed her hair. “I do have more experience at this, but as I said, it’ll be different from what I’ve done before because I’m making love with you.
You’ll have to use your voice, just like you do out on the court.
Tell me what you like. What you don’t. We can try anything.
What pleases us now may give way to something even better down the line.
That’s the beauty in a physical relationship.
We’ll have our go-to moves, as we did on the court, but we’ll continually try new things. ”
He kissed her lightly. “I think we’re going to be really great together.”
“We are,” she said, her confidence beginning to soar, along with desire.
Sawyer kissed her again. While they had kissed a lot, these kisses seemed even more heated, knowing what the end game would be.
She had thought they would immediately shed their clothes and get into bed, but that wasn’t the case.
They kissed for a long time, the heat magnifying between them as they did.
His hands ran along her back and then dipped inside her T-shirt, continuing to move against her bare skin.
All the while, his tongue mated with hers, causing her heart to race.
She repeated his action, her hands slipping inside his shirt, her palms flat against his chest, moving along his flat belly.
His breath hitched, and she smiled, secretly pleased that she could move him.
She allowed her palms to rotate in small circles, moving up his chest, brushing against his nipples, which were hard.
She realized her own were the same and suddenly longed for his hands on them.
Thinking about what he’d told her, she wasn’t afraid to ask him anything and said, “Touch my nipples.”
“Gladly.”
He unclasped her bra in the back and slid his fingers to her front, raising the bra slightly as they pushed under it.
The pads of his fingers traced circles around her nipples, causing them to ache.
Need pooled in her belly as he then brushed them against her nipples, back and forth, causing her heart to beat erratically.
“Like that?” he murmured against her mouth, still kissing her.
“Yes,” she said, breathless.
Then he rolled her nipples and tweaked them. She gasped, feeling a hot spark.
“Good?” he asked.
“Good. Really good.
“Let’s get your shirt off,” he suggested, stepping back and lifting the hem up and over her head before peeling away her bra.
Though she stood bare to the waist, she felt no embarrassment, which surprised her.
“Let’s get your shirt off,” she echoed, causing him to smile as she pulled off his, tossing it to the ground.
Her eyes roamed over his muscular chest, liking what she saw. She began stroking it lightly with her fingers, dancing them up and down before brushing the back of them against his rock-hard abs. He shuddered.
“Good?” she asked.
“Good,” he assured her. “Keep talking when you want something. Ask me. Tell me. We’re learning about each other’s bodies. The more we communicate, the better it will be.”
They kissed again, their bodies pressed together, her breasts squished against his hard chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him as close to her as she could, reveling as he deepened the kiss. Her core was now pounding violently, and she took his hand, moving it so he cupped her.
“I need you to touch me here. A lot.”
Smiling, he said, “I can do that. A lot.”
He slipped his hands into the waistband of her shorts, easing them over her hips, letting them drop. He held her as she stepped out of them, leaving her only wearing panties. Her breath now came in spurts, anticipating what was to come.
“Have you ever pleasured yourself?” he asked.
She felt her face flush. “I’ve got a vibrator. That’s all I’ve ever used.”
His grin turned wicked. “You are like a blank canvas. I can’t wait to put my mark on you.”
The words caused butterflies to erupt in her, their wings beating rapidly, causing her to go lightheaded.
Taking her hand, he led her to the bed, neatly made in a very Sawyer-like fashion. He threw back the comforter and then the sheets before grasping her waist and guiding her to sit on the mattress. Nudging her to her back, her legs now dangled from the bed.
His gaze met hers. “Trust me.”
“I do.”
He knelt, draping her long legs over his shoulders, pushing her thighs farther apart. She felt heat flood her face, knowing he saw her now as no one ever had. He held her gaze as his fingers parted her folds, running up and down the seam of her sex, causing her to grow dizzy.
“You’re going to come. I want to see you when you do,” he said roughly, his voice causing shivers to dance along her spine.
He sank a finger deep into her, causing her to gasp. Slowly, it stroked her. His other hand remained palm down on her belly, holding her in place. Soon, she began to writhe, his finger joined by a second one, making magic happen.
“Small, shallow breaths,” he instructed. “You’ll feel the orgasm coming.”
She did as he said, and she did feel something building inside her. Something delicious and wonderful.
He pressed hard, moving the pad of his thumb in a slow, circular fashion. The feeling continued to grow, little mewls escaping her lips.
Then it hit. Hard. Fast. Almost out of nowhere, even though she knew something had been coming. Waves of pleasure undulated through her, causing her hips to rise. She bucked against his hand, squeezing his fingers, riding the waves.
Finally, they subsided. She felt limp. All her energy had vanished as she languished on the bed. He slipped his fingers from her, licking them.
Tasting her …
That erotic thought caused her core to tighten again.
“You taste divine,” he said. “Did you like that?”
“Who wouldn’t like that?”
“Let’s try it another way,” he said, mischief dancing in his eyes.
Before she could protest, his hands clasped her thighs, parting them as his head disappeared between her legs. She had no idea what was about to happen but had complete trust in him.