CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE SAWYER #4
“Wow, then you’re terrible at snuggling.
” The disappointment in her voice cuts right through me, especially since this is the first time we’re sharing a bed.
I don’t want her to regret inviting me, or think she made a mistake letting me into her world because I can’t get it together enough to fucking spoon her.
Time to grow the fuck up.
“Sorry,” I whisper as I loosen my limbs and truly bring her in close. My hand wraps around her stomach, where I hold her tight, and I bury my head close to hers. I kiss her bare shoulder. “Is that better?”
She sighs heavily. “Much better.” Her fingers draw small circles on the back of my hand. “I was worried there for a second. Thought that I repulsed you.”
“Stop it.” I kiss her shoulder again. “Opposite, actually.”
“Oh? So, I take it you like my pajamas?”
“You can say that,” I say as I rub my thumb over her stomach. “But you know damn well this is not what you wear at night.”
“It is when I want to impress my new boyfriend and let him know he’s not dating a troll who walks around in jean shorts and T-shirts all day. I have a sexy side.”
“You didn’t need to wear this to show me you’re not a troll.
Trust me, I know you’re not. Those jean shorts do just as much to me as this little number.
” I allow my hand to travel down the side of her leg and back up to the hem of her top.
My fingers drag it a little higher and reach around her stomach again.
“So would you have preferred I wore jean shorts to bed?”
I chuckle against her hair. “No, this works. But you can’t tell me this is what you wear every night.”
“I have a few of these outfits. I actually find them comfortable and cooling, especially when it gets really hot here. So yeah, this is what you’ll get most of the time—sometimes just underwear and a tank top. Other times... maybe just one of your shirts.”
I grip her tighter at the thought of her wearing one of my shirts. “I like the idea of that.”
And just as I’m getting comfortable, she twists to her back, my thumb dragging across the underside of her breast as she moves around. She looks up at me now as I hover over her, holding her in my embrace.
“Are you going to kiss me good night?”
I swallow hard because I can feel that her shirt has lifted from her twist, exposing a part of her stomach. I can feel her tempting me, trying to get me to crack, and she’s doing a fucking good job.
“Yeah,” I say, my pulse now pounding a mile a minute.
She touches my cheek. “Then kiss me, Sawyer.”
A swirl of lust spins through my stomach as I drag my hand up her body, my palm skimming her tight nipple, and reach her cheek.
Her breath catches, and I press my lips to hers.
The delicious warmth of her lips consumes me, and I lose all thought of holding back as I press into her harder.
My fingers curl into her hair, reveling in the silky strands as my mouth opens and my tongue swipes against her lips.
She groans as I move so I’m now halfway covering her body, granting us both a better angle. The hand that’s not cupping my face goes to my back and travels down to my waistband. Her fingers slip past the elastic only an inch, but that inch feels like she’s pulled my shorts all the way down.
I release my mouth from hers and breathe heavily as I stare down at her, collecting myself. I wet my lips, her taste branding my brain as I say, “Good night.”
Her eyes search mine, and I can see the confusion in them. “Good night,” she whispers.
I don’t move right away. Instead, I continue to stare into her beautiful eyes. “You are so gorgeous,” I murmur, stroking her face. “Truly breathtaking, Fallon.”
Her lips curl into a blissful smile right before she reaches up and gives me one more kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I answer back, not a hitch in my voice, just pure truth.
Because I do, I love this woman. I love everything about her, from her heart to her sassiness, to her insecurities. I want them all.
I give her one more chaste kiss before moving off her.
Her hand slides from my back, traveling across my waist and grazing my cock just before she turns around, offering me her back once again.
I hold back the sharp hiss that wants to escape from that minor touch, but when she presses her ass right against my lap, I let out a full-blown groan.
“Babe, careful,” I say, placing my hand on her hip and steadying her.
She doesn’t say anything, but she takes my hand and curls it under her nightgown so my palm is touching her bare skin.
So warm.
Jesus.
My hand splays across her stomach, holding still, but when she shifts again, the tips of my fingers rub against the underside of her breast.
“Hell, Fallon. Stop moving.”
She must hear the pain in my voice because she takes that opportunity to press her ass against my crotch again. This time, I can feel my inability to hold it together—my dick goes hard, and the groan of satisfaction that falls past her lips teases me.
“You’re making me hard,” I whisper, trying to adjust myself.
“Good,” she says, right before she drags my hand to her breast. The combination of her soft, plump skin and her hard, pebbled nipple against my fingers has me unwinding.
I squeeze her, and she moans as her ass slides against me.
Shit. I’m losing it. Losing all control.
And is that so bad? Yes, I told myself I needed to wait longer—I needed to build more of a foundation, take her on more dates and really dive deep into our love before we get physical.
But maybe I’m thinking too much about this, rationalizing my fear of being vulnerable with her.
Maybe being intimate with her on this level is just another way to grow closer.
This is the next step, the perfect moment. Me and her, sealing the love we share.
I’m ready.
In a blink of an eye, my mouth collides with hers. All the energy I was using to hold back unleashes and is transferred into my grip on her and the force behind my kiss.
Her arms wrap around my neck, holding me close as I transfer my weight so I’m on top of her. My lips trail a path over her mouth, across her jaw, and down her neck as her chest arches into my palm and her legs part, making room for my body.
I crawl between her and unabashedly move my hips against hers.
“I want you,” she says as my lips trail up to her mouth again. “Please tell me I can have all of you, Sawyer.”
I pause my kisses, and I pull away just enough to look her in the eyes. I weigh my old fears against the desire beating through the both of us.
“I want you too,” I say. “Really fucking bad. But I’ve been holding back because I don’t want this to mess anything up. I feel like I’ve moved too fast in the past, and I don’t want to do that with you.”
“It’s not too fast.” She shakes her head while her fingers dive deeper into my hair. “It will only solidify why I love you so much.” She wets her lips with her tongue. “Please, Sawyer.”
The pleading in her voice does me in. I reach down to the hem of her nightgown and drag it up her body, pulling it over her head. I toss the garment to the side as I stare down at her.
“God, you’re so beautiful.” I take one of her breasts in my hand and lightly squeeze it while I lower my mouth to the other, sucking in her nipple between my lips.
Her moan grows a little louder as she presses into me, asking, begging for more.
So, I move my mouth over to her other breast until she’s writhing beneath me, her pelvis pleading for attention.
I work my mouth down her stomach and to the waistband of her thong.
I drag my tongue along the edge, around her belly button, and then I pull her thong down an inch and kiss the top of her pubic bone.
Her legs spread even wider. Her need evident.
Wanting to tease this woman like she’s teased me, I move my mouth to her inner thigh, pressing kisses along her skin until I reach the front seam of her thong and then move to the other side.
Her breathless pleas let me know I’m doing exactly what I should be doing, so instead of giving her what she wants, I move my mouth back up her stomach.
“Sawyer,” she breathes heavily. “Stop teasing me.”
I chuckle against her heated skin and lower my mouth back down between her legs. This time, I drag her thong down and toss it to the side before pressing my palms against her inner thighs and spreading her wide. And when I lower my head, I kiss just above her arousal, making her squirm in my arms.
“Why do you hate me?” she asks, her breath heavy.
“I love you, babe. This is how it will be with me, so get used to it.” And then I drag my tongue up to her belly button and back down until I hit her slit. I gently glide my tongue where she wants me but pull away and pay attention to her inner thigh again.
“Jesus,” she whispers, her hands gripping the sheet beneath us.
I hold back my smile while I make my way to her other leg.
I spend a few more minutes, yes, minutes , making sure she realizes just how serious I am about dragging this out, and when she’s panting, her arm draped over her eyes in absolute surrender, I drag my tongue over her clit, pulling a feral sound past her lips.
All I can think about is how wet she is, how great she tastes, and how amazing she sounds. After that, I black out as I lose myself between her legs. Licking, sucking, kissing.
My breath hitches as I feel her clench around me.
Her hips ride my tongue. Her moans are faster, more frequent.
Her hand sifts through my hair, holding me in place.
And as I flick my tongue across her clit, I feel her on the verge of her orgasm, closer and closer.
.. until she pulls on my hair, her legs tightening around me as she comes, quietly calling out my name.
I let her move against my tongue, riding it out until she’s completely sated.
That’s when I climb off her, remove my shorts, and grab a condom from my bag—guess Roarick was right about packing those for me.
I roll the condom on, my cock so fucking eager to get inside her that there’s no possible way I could stop at this point.
Not with the sound of her orgasm ringing through my mind.
I climb back on the bed and take her hand in mine, entwining our fingers and pressing them against the mattress as I guide my cock to her entrance. “I love you,” I say as our eyes connect.
Her hazy eyes smile up at me, and she loops her fingers around the back of my neck, bringing me to her mouth. As I enter her slowly, I work my lips over hers while I take in the absolute perfect feel of her wrapped around my cock.
I grab her other hand in mine and press that one against the mattress as well as I slowly kiss her and thrust my hips in and out. It’s intimate. It’s indulgent. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted with this woman.
A connection so strong, so great, that I don’t believe for a moment that it could ever be broken.
My pulsing picks up when her tongue connects with mine, turning our lovemaking more feral, more needy. And before I know it, I release our hands and bring her legs up to my shoulders, creating a different angle, an angle that makes me bottom out. We both moan into the new position.
Her hands go above her head, pressing against the headboard as my thrusts become stronger, more forceful.
“Sawyer,” she groans out. “Yes, more. Please, more.”
I adjust myself, getting a better hold on her so when I thrust, I really can make it the best for the both of us as I bring my thumb to her clit and press down.
Her eyes shoot open, and her mouth parts in a silent cry. Her pussy clenches around me, and I break into a sweat as I feel the stirring of my climax claw up the backs of my legs to the base of my spine.
“Shit, baby. I’m getting close.”
“Me... too,” she says. “God, you’re so good. So... good.”
Her confession pours a sense of pride in me because I feel the same way about her. This, what’s happening between us—nothing in my life has ever felt like this. I’ve never felt this connected, this in tune with someone.
My hips pulse, and she contracts around me.
My balls tighten with the sound of her whispered moans growing heavier.
And when her fingers grip my back and dig into my skin while she throbs around my cock, her orgasm seizing her, I fall right over the edge with her as white-hot pleasure rips through me.
“Fuck,” I groan as I still inside her, my cock throbbing as she continues to pulse around me.
We stay like that for a few more seconds before I slowly lower my arms to either side of her head and drag my thumbs over her heated cheeks.
“Fallon... we might have a problem.”
She chuckles. “I think you’re right.”
“Do you know what I’m about to say?”
She nods. “We just opened a part of our relationship we’re not going to be able to control.”
I nod. “Yeah. I hope you didn’t plan on getting much sleep because we are doing that again.”
She chuckles. “I was hoping you were going to say that.”
I kiss the tip of her nose. “Love you, babe.”
“Love you.” She caresses my cheek, and I can honestly say that this moment is one of true happiness.
This is how I’m supposed to be living my life.
With this girl in it, stealing my heart.