Chapter Fifteen
“Riya,” he said, his voice holding warning as his hands settled on my hips.
“It’s a bad idea,” I said, nodding a little. “I know. I don’t care,” I added as I lowered my face toward his.
My lips sealed over his with a small sigh, knowing this was it. I was going to get what I had wanted since the first day I met him. I wasn’t going to fight it. I wasn’t going to overthink it. I was just going to experience it.
Thinking could be done afterward.
He let me set the pace and pressure, giving me slow and explorative kisses like I wanted for a long couple of minutes as everything, even the movie playing somewhat loudly in the same room, seemed to fall away.
His arms folded around the center of my back as he sat up straight. My hands fell from his face, wrapping around his shoulders as he took over, creating more pressure, his teeth digging into my lower lip hard enough for me to whimper.
He was barely holding onto his control. I liked that. I liked to know that someone as in control as him was losing it with me, because of me.
So when he bent me slightly backward, his hand moving up to crush into the back of my skull, holding me still as his lips claimed mine harder, borderline bruising. I moaned and pressed my chest into his, sinking my hips down into his lap, feeling his hardness already there.
His teeth snagged my lower lip again, harder, making my lips fall open with a surprised gasp. He took the opportunity, and his tongue moved in to claim mine.
That was exactly how I felt that moment—claimed.
And I loved every second of it.
He arched me backward, making my back curve then hit the mattress, my weight pressed fully onto my ankles, a full-on yoga position I would never be capable of in normal circumstances. But all my body could think about was fulfillment.
More. Everything.
Sawyer held his weight off of me as his lips claimed mine.
His hand slid between us, grabbing the convenient zip of my onesie and pulling it down to my belly button.
His hand whispered up my belly, over my ribs, then closed over my breast, squeezing it tight.
My back arched up further, begging for more.
His lips ripped from mine, going down on my neck and pressing into the pulse point as his hand slid up and under the cup of my bra, his thumb and forefinger grabbing my nipple and rolling it. I turned my head to the side, giving him more access.
But he didn’t want it.
He moved lower. His hand dragged my bra down, and his lips closed around my nipple, sucking hard, making my entire body jolt at the unexpected surge of desire.
“Oh my God,” I groaned, my hand sliding into his hair, holding him to me.
He sucked harder before releasing my hardened bud, sucking in his breath, making cool air wash over my wet nipple.
His tongue moved out and continued the torment until my panties were soaked and my sex was clenched so hard that it was acutely painful—a throbbing, awful thing that needed attention, needed fulfillment.
His head moved over my chest and worked my other nipple, making me writhe, impatient.
“Sawyer, I need…” I started, sucking in a breath as his teeth bit my nipple hard.
“Shh,” he said, tongue tracing over the sensitive bud. “I know how to touch you, baby,” he said, and the words made my stomach quiver deliciously.
His lips kissed across the sensitive underside of my breast, then between, moving a path down my belly.
One of his hands slid under my knee, pulling until it was freed from my body weight.
He did the same with the other until I was flat on the mattress.
His teeth snagged the tag of the zipper and pulled it down to where it ended right in the center of my panties.
I didn’t even realize his intention before I felt his mouth on me over my panties, his tongue moving out to slide between my lips and claim my clit, working it in fast, hard circles until my hands were fisted in his hair and my hips were rising up to meet his mouth.
I felt the telltale tightening, my entire body tense for release.
But his mouth left me just in time to stop the orgasm, resting his chin on my belly and smiling up at me as I let out a loud grumble.
“Not until you’re screaming,” he informed me, moving up to straddle my waist. He reached down, moving the material over my shoulders, and I had to roll to the side slightly to free one arm, then the other, releasing my bra and leaving me exposed from my hips up.
My nipples hardened. Sawyer’s gaze was on my face, though, his eyelids heavy.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured, and my heart felt like it swelled in my chest. “The second I saw you, I knew I could live a fucking thousand years and not find a woman half as perfect as you.”
“Sawyer,” I said, shaking my head slightly, uncomfortable.
“Nope,” he said, leaning down and planting a kiss between my breasts.
“You’re gonna listen. I don’t care if your cheeks go red and your stomach feels weird and you want to hide your face and never look at me again.
You’re going to listen,” he informed me, his tongue tracing up my neck, then my earlobe.
The next words had his warm breath on my ear, making me shiver.
“Wanted you right then and there. More than I have wanted a woman in a long time. Took every bit of willpower I got, and babe, I got a fuckuva lot, to keep my dick from getting hard like a horny teenager as I thought about bending you over my desk and taking you from behind.”
“Please…”
“Mmhm,” he murmured, nipping my earlobe.
“There will be plenty of begging, but right now, I’m talking,” he informed me, his voice a bit deeper and rougher than usual.
“Fucking sexiest eyes I’ve ever seen,” he told me, his lips pressing in at the edge of my eye near my temple.
“And these lips, just begging to be kissed and bitten and slide around my cock,” he went on, running his tongue over my lower lip.
“This hair that I will have wrapped around my fist later.” His fingers gently tucked a strand behind my ear.
“These tits,” he continued, rubbing his stubble across one, making my nipple harden again, causing another rush of wetness to meet my panties.
“Not too small, not too big, just fucking right. And so fucking sensitive,” he told me, rolling his tongue over my nipple as my breath hissed out of me. “See?”
He pushed up onto his ankles again, grabbing my pajamas and pulling, making me lift my hips so he could slide the material down my legs, pulling them up in the air in the process.
He threw the onesie to the floor and nipped into the side of my ankle before spreading my legs and pressing them down and wide on the mattress.
“These legs. Going on forever,” he mused, watching as his fingers moved up my inner thighs, making my legs instinctively snap up, my feet pressing into the mattress. “Then,” he said, giving me a wicked smile as he reached down suddenly and pushed me onto my belly, “there’s this ass.”
His fingers whispered down my spine and up over my butt. Then he moved in over and behind me, his hips pressing against my ass, making his hard cock hit me where I needed him most.
“Please,” I demanded again, my hands curling into the comforter on the bed, my ass grinding up against him shamelessly. He obliged me, thrusting his cock against me, making me let out a loud moan.
“Not yet,” he told me. “You’re only making this harder on yourself,” he added, and I didn’t care. I was too far gone to think of anything but how much I needed to come, to feel him hit my clit at the perfect second or slam inside me.
I needed it like I needed to take my next breath.
Hell, maybe even more.
He pushed his cock against me again, this time rocking it side to side as my voice hitched. “Oh my…”
“Nuh-uh,” he said, pulling away.
He chuckled as I whined, collapsing back down, feeling defeated.
Then his tongue was sliding down my spine from the back of my neck to the waistband of my panties.
I felt the brush of his teeth as he bit the material in the center and started pulling it down over my ass.
I pushed up slightly on my knees so he could keep moving it down my ass and thighs until it was discarded off my feet.
There was nothing for a long second. The bed shifted, and I felt his teeth bite hard into my left ass cheek. But I didn’t even get a chance to register that sting before I felt his hands press my thighs apart and his tongue slide down my slit toward my clit, sucking it into his mouth hard.
A shocked squeak escaped my lips as my inner thighs trembled slightly.
I tucked my arm under me and tried to roll, wanting to be on my back, wanting to look down at him.
He lifted my thigh as I did so, putting it over his shoulder, his mouth never losing contact with my clit through the move.
As soon as I settled, my hand going into his hair, my hips arching up toward him, his teeth nipped into the sensitive bud slightly, the sting enough to make my legs shoot out and my hand slam down on his head.
But his lips pressed a kiss there, and the sweetness of it made me quickly release my worried breath as his tongue moved down my cleft.
Then his tongue curled and slid inside me.
His eyes opened from that position, watching me as his tongue started thrusting in and out of me, mimicking the friction I truly needed.
His hand moved up, his thumb pressing into my clit as he kept fucking me with his mouth, and I was pretty sure I started to get dumb with need.
My walls started to tighten around his tongue, and I lost it, as I suspected I would.
“Never could have guessed your pussy would be so sweet,” he told me, pressing his lips into mine, his tongue moving in immediately, sharing the taste with me.