Chapter 23
Honey
What kind of man do you need? Let me be him.
‘I—I need you to take care of me.’ The words fall from my lips effortlessly. My head tips back, neck on display, body pliant and completely weightless in Sawyer’s hands. Where I’ll always be safe.
I want more than that from him, I always have, deep down. I have unrealised dreams almost a decade old that I bottled away, but right now, what I need—it’s him, wholly.
His mouth.
His body.
His everything.
Sawyer leans back to catch my eyes, his throat bobbing at my words.
He gives me a light nod of understanding—of the words he’s used with me before.
Only a soft smile plays on his lips, but when his gaze cascades down my body, those full lips spread out into a smirk that has my thighs tensing with expectancy.
Hungry eyes locked with mine, Sawyer clasps his strong fingers around the hem of my T-shirt, the light material skimming against my peaked nipples as he lifts it over my head, leaving me utterly exposed save for my panties.
‘Blue,’ he whispers with such reverence, like he’s been waiting an eternity for the sight of me bare again.
Sawyer sifts his fingers through my hair to cradle my head, holding me there for him to admire.
Hardened eyes rove over my body, pupils widening as he drinks me in.
The chill of the bedroom air does little to douse the fire that his gaze sets my body ablaze with.
Hand shifting to cup my jaw, his thumb runs over my bottom lip once.
‘My Blue,’ he says with adamance.
Then his lips are on mine. His kisses are needy and hungry, yet tender and soft, consuming me with the manner of both a starved and devout man.
The need for his touch has me arching forward and he instantly rewards me with a warm hand kneading my breasts.
My body melts in his grasp again when his tongue finally slips into my mouth, dancing with my own.
‘Always,’ he breaks the kiss to whisper against my lips, goosebumps swarming my body from the sincerity of his tone. ‘I’ll always take care of you.’
Dropping his head, Sawyer’s lips replace his hands, kissing at my breasts, his moustache tickling my skin and sending shivers rushing across my body.
He takes one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud, before giving it a quick nip that has me jerking in his hold.
The hand on my hip trails over my thigh, peeling my panties to the side and exposing where I ache with too many years of need for him.
‘Fuck, I’ve missed you so much, Blue,’ he whispers against my chest, groaning against my skin as he drags his thumb gently across my centre.
Then his hand dives in, cupping me—claiming me.
His thumb finds my clit, beginning lazy circles, while his fingers stroke the rest of me lightly, as if luxuriating in the feel of me.
The hot kisses he’d already trailed across my body and honest confessions have warmed me up plenty, but the fact he’s making sure, teasing me tenderly, is so damn hot.
Because he knows me. He knows my body.
He spits down on his fingers and then rubs me with them again, adding extra lubrication to my entrance, and desire coils inside of me.
And then he thrusts his fingers into me, hot desire slicing through my body as I grip his shoulders to steady myself.
My toes curl along with his fingers, which stroke inside of me at the same pace his thumb rubs across my clit, slowly making that pleasure begin to build intensely in my core.
He winds me tighter and tighter, watching with wonder-filled eyes as the ecstasy of his touch gradually takes over me—my whimpers becoming breathless, my awareness dropping almost completely to the pleasure growing inside of me, my body tensing as I get closer to the edge, moments away from freefalling into euphoria.
‘That’s it, Blue.’ Sawyer smirks, licking his lips as wild hunger sparks in his eyes. Like he revels in overwhelming me with pleasure. ‘You gonna come all over my fingers again? Let me taste you on them again? Please.’
I think of it then—the image of him in this very bed after he pleasured me on the back deck last weekend, sucking off what I left on his fingers, pumping his hard cock in his hand. Finishing from the thought of me and—‘Oh God, Sawyer!’
I’m crying out, my filthy thoughts causing a wave of pleasure to crash over me, pulling me into the depths of my climax.
My thighs shake around Sawyer’s hips, shockwaves of pleasure wracking my body over and over.
I heave down my breaths, collapsed against Sawyer’s chest as he strokes my hair, easing me back to reality.
When I eventually come down, my hands wander over his body, feeling out every hard muscle that encompasses me, and I’m hit with desire once again. Even more when I sit back up in his grasp and watch him lick off the wetness I left on his hand with the cockiest of grins.
‘Fucking perfect,’ he growls, jerking his hips up into mine, his cock rubbing against my bare, sensitive clit.
‘I need you,’ I whimper out, little care for how greedy I sound—I’ve waited too damn long, and I’m done.
‘I know, Blue. I know.’ He soothes my neediness with hot kisses, letting me taste myself on his tongue, as he reaches to the bedside table, scrambling to fish something out of the drawer. When he pulls away he uses his teeth to rip open the condom he’d clearly grabbed, then throws the wrapper away.
Not a second later he’s yanking his underwear down, letting his hard cock spring out before he begins rolling the condom over himself.
I can’t help but lick my lips—at the thickness of him, the way the head already shines with arousal, the vein running up the underside that only emphasises the sheer length of him. I never got a chance to fully appreciate him before when it was dark in his truck bed and everything was all so new.
The sight is enough to distract me from the pocketknife he also then grabs from his bedside drawer and tears my panties with.
‘Sawyer!’ I gasp as he rips my underwear away from me.
‘No time to wait, Blue. Need you to ride me. Now.’
With evident impatience, Sawyer tosses the knife to the floor and lifts my hips, guiding me until his cock is positioned at my entrance. Even the slightest touch of his hardness against me has my body quaking. Anticipating how it’ll feel to finally be filled by him again.
He was the first person to ever give me pleasure and now I get to come home. To him.
With that thought, I don’t give him warning before I sink down onto his cock.
Sawyer groans out, fingers digging into my hips, and my body tenses at how much he stretches me, how I must steady myself on his shoulders as it takes several attempts sliding down his length for him to fit fully inside me.
Even the slightest movement has pleasure sparkling across my skin, my breath catching in a high-pitched gasp.
‘Jesus, Blue.’ He throws his head back as he begins to rock my hips slowly, setting the pace. The slide of him inside me, hitting that perfect spot as he angles me back slightly has my eyes fluttering closed. ‘Not gonna last. You feel too good.’
I continue the rhythm he moved my hips with, letting my fingers dig into the hard curvatures of his broad shoulders, anchoring myself amidst the overwhelming pleasure slowly building inside of me again.
Sawyer’s hands explore my body, squeezing my breasts, running over my stretchmarks reverently, sifting through my hair, tangling around my locks.
Like he’s trying to make sure he touches every inch of me to confirm this isn’t the dream it feels like.
I feel invaluable in his hold. Brighter than gold.
‘Grab my neck, Blue.’ Sawyer slides my hand from his shoulder and positions it around his throat. His eyes start to roll from the light pressure I add, jaw tensing, and then he breathes out, ‘Use me, sweetheart. Take what you need.’
The heady rush of empowerment I get from this position—from him giving his body over to me, submitting himself for my pleasure—is unexpected.
I roll my hips harder, squeezing his neck a little tighter, and his responding groan has my pussy clenching, exhilaration shimmering through me.
He pulls my hips down, so we’re even more flush, sending his cock deeper into me than I thought possible and it knocks all the breath from my lungs. I’m so full.
‘I need to fuck you, Blue. Please,’ he begs, desperation lacing every word. Shining in his wild eyes.
‘Will your leg be okay?’ I ask, though my body screams, yes.
‘Fuck my leg. Hold the headboard.’ Rough hands lift my hips, fingers sinking deeper into the flesh—for stability I realise when he bends his knees and drives into me.
I cry out from the intense pleasure that sparks through me from his powerful thrust, and I fall forward, hands smacking against the headboard and gripping for purchase.
I’ve bypassed even being able to moan, dropping into a silent euphoria where the feel of Sawyer thrusting into me renders me incapable of focusing on anything else.
Every thought is knocked from my mind while the slap of skin echoes through the room as he slams into me continuously.
Sawyer groans into my hair with each harsh thrust. ‘Taking it so well, Blue. You always were good at that, weren’t you? Such a good fucking girl.’
‘Yours,’ I manage to breathe out.
‘Damn right, Blue. My good fucking girl.’
The next thing I know, he’s flipping me onto my back.
My legs are thrown over each of his shoulders and he leans forward, taking me at such a deep angle, stars burst behind my eyes, the delicious pressure in my core building tenfold.
But he doesn’t drive into me as hard as before, instead, Sawyer filters his hand beneath my head to cradle me, the other seeking out my clit.
‘Every night, Blue.’ His voice is strained, each word laced with gravel as he thrusts into me with long, languid strokes.
‘Every goddamn night I’ve dreamt of burying myself in your perfect little cunt.
’ He punctuates the last word with a punishing thrust, forcing my eyes to roll back and the loudest moan to spill from me.
‘Oh,’ he chuckles—a low, husky laugh that promises nothing but pure filth.
It has goosebumps swarming my skin. He thrusts deeply again, hips slapping against my thighs, as he strums at my clit faster, increasing the pressure.
‘Thought you didn’t like cussing, Blue? Or do you like it when I tell you how good your tight cunt feels, huh? ’
Jesus Christ, I’m going to explode.
Words never surface for me to respond as lightness rushes through my body, the calm before the storm—before I’m swept away by the bubble of pleasure building in me that’s moments away from bursting. His filthy words wind me tighter than a bow string.
‘Wanna go with you, Blue,’ Sawyer grits out as he pumps into me faster, speeding up the pace at which he rubs my clit. His movements become frenzied, groans rougher and louder, and all it takes is one more hard thrust and then I’m falling.
Sawyer covers my mouth with his just as my orgasm hits, swallowing up my cries as he also reaches his release.
Heat pours through me, my body trembling from the burning explosion of desire and pleasure and just how right it feels to be finishing in his embrace.
Sawyer’s strong arms hold me through it all, his own body shuddering against me as his climax waves through him too.
Keeping a safe hold of me, Sawyer rolls us so he’s on his back and I’m splayed out over his chest, listening to his heart rattle against his ribcage.
Light fingers sift through my hair while he peppers kisses along my hairline.
Calmness sweeps through me, every tense muscle from the past month of trying to navigate not falling for him again loosens, letting me melt completely into him—where I’m meant to be.
‘Never again,’ he whispers against my hair, and I swear his voice catches. ‘Never spending another day without you again.’