Chapter 6
6
SAWYER
I stood just inside the doorway, staring at her. I want to see you while you make love to me. The words were music to my ears.
I didn’t want to close the door. I wanted to continue to look at her. All I could see right now were her bare legs, though. Her sweater covered the part of her body I’d just gotten to know intimately.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “Because I can easily…”
She nodded. “Positive.”
And then, as if to drive home her point, she sat up and jerked the sweater over her head. Her bra was loose. I’d forgotten I did that while we were kissing in the living room.
She shoved off the bra after the shirt, letting it drop to the floor. I found myself frozen in place, wishing there was even more light. I couldn’t wait to see her when the sun came up in the morning.
But for right now, what I was seeing was enough. Full breasts with dark-tipped nipples, round hips, and luscious thighs. I wanted to separate those thighs and plunge into her, but this was her first time. I’d have to go slowly. There’d be plenty of time for the more intense stuff later.
“Come here,” she said. “I don’t want to be in this bed alone.”
She didn’t have to ask me twice. I bounded across the room and didn’t even bother going around to my side of the bed. Instead, I climbed on top of her, our mouths meeting in a kiss that was sweet and passionate at the same time.
I held the condom packet I retrieved from my medicine cabinet in my right hand, which was holding myself up above her. I didn’t want to crush her, but I also longed to feel her soft curves against the hard wall of my chest and thighs. I longed to have her wrapped around me, both her legs and her pussy, as I plunged into her.
But instead, I broke the kiss and moved to her chest, running my tongue over each of her nipples, then stopping to lightly graze one beaded tip with my teeth. She cried out at that, arching her back, and I knew I’d hit a sensitive spot. Already, I was getting to know her body and what turned her on, and I had so much more to explore.
I moved my hand between her legs and began stroking her clit as I continued to run my tongue over one nipple, then the next, going back and forth as she writhed and gasped beneath me. My goal was to get her midway to orgasm, then finish her once I was inside her.
But it was tempting to keep going and give her orgasm after orgasm. I didn’t even need to get off myself, as long as this woman beneath me was happy.
That thought got my attention. I lifted my head and looked at her. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her face flushed. It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.
Yes, I was already developing serious feelings for this woman. She was the one I’d been looking for all my life.
I didn’t even know I was looking. I’d shut myself off to anything resembling dating. Sometimes you didn’t know what you wanted until she showed up on your doorstep with a platter of cookies.
Suddenly, her eyes popped open, and she looked up at me. When she started to speak, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Certainly not the words that came out of her mouth next.
“Is that a condom?”
I looked over at my right hand and nodded. “I checked the expiration date. I was a little worried, but luckily, they’re still good.”
If they weren’t, what would happen? I could get her pregnant. Would that be a horrible thing?
Any other time in my sexual past, absolutely, but now I wasn’t so sure. It wasn’t that having a baby sounded great to me. But having a baby with her? A family with her? I waited for the thought to sicken me, but that didn’t happen. Instead, I felt an unfamiliar sense of hope for my future.
Fuck, I had it bad. How did that happen so fast?
“Can I put it on?” she asked.
That at least pulled my mind away from goofy romantic thoughts and right back to where it should be. On making love to this beautiful woman.
“Sure,” I said.
And then I balanced myself on my left arm while I handed her the condom. She eyed it for a long moment before returning her gaze to me.
“Extra sensitive,” she read.
She wore a smile as she tore open the packet and removed the ring inside. Seconds later, I was speechless as she rolled it all the way to the base, her gaze locking with mine in the process. And that was the part that turned me on the most.
“I’m ready,” she said once the condom was fully in place.
She sucked in a breath, making it clear she was bracing herself for some pain. It would hurt. There was no getting around that. But my goal was to make it less painful than she expected…and then to give her the most pleasure she’d ever experienced. Over and over again.
“Tell me when it hurts,” I said.
She nodded, eyes wide as she looked up at me. And that was when it hit me. She trusted me. She trusted me to get her through this and to not hurt her—emotionally or physically. I’d do everything I could to honor that trust.
She said nothing, but I’d barely gotten inside her when a wince briefly passed over her features and she closed her eyes, as though forcing herself to get through the pain. I pulled back, realizing for the first time that seeing her in pain was worse than being in pain myself. And I’d had a bullet in my body, so that was saying a lot.
Her eyes popped open again. “Don’t stop,” she said. “It’s fine.”
I didn’t buy that, but she had her hands on my ass and was pushing me inside her. That was when I remembered my plan. As she urged me in deeper, I moved my hand between us. Her eyes widened as my thumb made contact with her clit, tracing a path similar to the one my tongue had taken minutes earlier.
“Focus on how good it feels,” I said. “That’ll help with the pain.”
That wasn’t a proven fact that I knew of. I was taking a shot in the dark. But it sure seemed a lot better than anything else I could do right now.
Within a few minutes, her hands dropped to her sides and her eyelids became droopy—a sign that she was warming up.
I gradually went deeper, but not too deep. This first time was all about easing her into it.
“That feels good,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t stop.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off her face. She was so beautiful, I couldn’t believe she was mine. Maybe she wasn’t yet, but hopefully she would be soon, and I’d devote every day of the rest of my life to making her happy.
When she tilted her head back, I knew an orgasm was near. I didn’t want to do anything to get in the way of it, so I kept up what I was doing, not changing anything about my pattern or speed. Her lips parted and her breaths became heavier, those beautiful tits rising and falling, making me long to touch them.
When she cried out, her body convulsing around me, I was already on the brink, but that put me over the edge. I had to hold myself back from pumping deep into her, but I still moved fast, my thrusts driving me upward until finally I cried out as the most incredible orgasm of my life overtook me.
Holy fuck, if this was a sign of what sex would be like moving forward with this woman, I could only ask one question.
“Where have you been all my life?”