20. The Slow Unfolding #3
Then he began to move.
Slow rolls at first, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in, letting me feel every ridge and vein.
The angle hit perfectly, dragging along my front wall. I gripped his shoulders tighter, nails digging into sweat-slick skin as pleasure built fast and bright.
“Like that?” he asked, voice husky.
“Exactly like that,” I gasped. “Don’t you dare change it.”
He grinned against my neck, nipping lightly.
“Bossy even in bed. I like it.” He adjusted his hips, driving deeper on the next thrust. The new angle nudged my G-spot with devastating accuracy. My back arched clean off the mattress.
“ Sawyer—”
“Right there?” He hit the spot again, deliberate. “Feel how you squeeze me every time I find it. Greedy little thing.”
I moaned louder, legs wrapping around his waist. The conversation never stopped, even as our bodies moved together.
“You talk too much during sex.”
“Only when the view’s this good.” Another thrust, harder. “And you love it. Admit it.”
“Maybe.”
I dug my nails in deeper, earning a pleased groan from him. Sweat beaded along his collarbones, catching the moonlight. His dark curls clung damp to his forehead.
He looked wrecked already, beautiful in it.
He kept the rhythm steady, building me higher with every perfect stroke. When the edge approached again I warned him, voice breaking.
“Gonna cum—”
“Come undone for me, baby,” he encouraged, pace never faltering. “I’ll keep fucking you over and over. Plan on making you cum at least four more times tonight.”
The promise tipped me straight over. I shattered around him, walls pulsing tight, a sharp cry tearing free. Pleasure flooded every nerve. He kept moving through it, drawing it out, hips rolling smooth and relentless.
“Beautiful,” he praised, breath ragged. “Look at you. Taking me so well.”
We built again, breathless and slick with sweat.
His thrusts grew deeper, more urgent. I could feel his own release approaching in the way his rhythm stuttered, the way his scent sharpened to something almost feral.
“Close,” he grunted, voice strained. “You better cum with me, Amber.”
“I’m too close already,” I whimpered, hips chasing his. “Can’t hold it—”
“Wait for me.” He shifted angle again, fucking harder, hitting that spot with precision that made stars explode behind my eyes. “Just a little longer. Feel how deep I am? That’s it—”
He cursed, low and filthy.
“Cum. Now.”
I cried out in ecstasy, coming undone hard around his cock.
He followed right after, burying himself to the hilt with a deep groan. Heat flooded me as he spilled, pulse after pulse.
We stayed locked together as long as we can, only until his knot is bulging and begging to lock us together — panting messes, bodies trembling through the aftershocks.
He pulls out swiftly, despite my silence, and it makes me realize, if he did knot me here and now…I wouldn’t have any regrets, which is the oddest level of acceptance I’ve ever experienced with an Alpha.
As though my body has accepted Sawyer is a puzzle piece that was meant to fit right in place.
I seek for his cock, doing my part to massage his knot, taking over what he must have expected he’d have to do on his own. He groans in relief into the nudge of my neck, kissing me gently while I massage his knot, squeezing and easing it until it finally deflates.
For a long moment neither of us moved.
His weight felt comforting, solid. Our scents mingled so thoroughly the whole room smelled like us—apricot roses and magnolia bourbon, sweet and spicy and satisfied.
Finally he lifted his head, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
“Turn onto your stomach for me.
I giggled, the order delivered so casually after everything.
“Bossy.”
“You like it.” He nipped my bottom lip. “Up you get.”
I rolled over, still catching my breath.
“Can you really keep fucking me all night? We have plans in the morning, Devereaux. Federal deadlines don’t wait for well-rested Omegas.”
He chuckled, hands smoothing down my back, appreciating every curve.
“If this is my only shot to enjoy every inch of you at every angle, then yes. I’ll pull an all-nighter if I have to. If it means fucking you right, Amber, I’m game.”
I beamed, twisting to catch his mouth in a slow kiss.
The affection in it felt almost dangerous—too easy, too right. When we broke apart I glanced at the nightstand clock.
“Then you better set that alarm clock because we’ll need it.”
I doubted we would get even a wink of sleep tonight.
The thought didn’t worry me nearly as much as it should have.
He reached over, fumbling for his phone on the nightstand, setting the alarm with quick taps.
“Done. Now where were we?”
I arched my back slightly, pressing into his hands as they roamed lower.
“You were promising multiple angles.”
“Correct.” His palms settled on my hips, guiding me up onto my knees. “Let’s start with this one.”
The night stretched ahead, full of whispered challenges and answering moans, scents tangling tighter with every shared breath.
For once, the morning and its complications felt wonderfully far away.