20. Annabelle
Annabelle
W ith Noah still with Debbie baking cookies and Kevin at baseball training with Harvey, I have a few hours at home on my own before I need to collect them both. So that means my hands are in the dirt, trying to sort out the vegetable patch I’ve been meaning to get to for weeks.
Summer’s coming, and things are looking good.
The peas have started to slow, so I have cut them back.
The broccoli and cauliflower have completely stopped, which both my boys will be happy about.
So I clear them out and then plant some cucumbers and tomatoes, already salivating at the fresh summer salads I can make.
I wipe my brow and cringe a little, forgetting for a moment about the slash on my forehead.
My eyes canvass the farm quickly, as they have all day.
I no longer feel safe here, especially on my own.
But it’s quiet now, so I just get on with things. I have no other choice.
Just as I finish, I hear a vehicle approach, and my heart jumps as fear takes hold, but I relax the minute I notice it’s Sawyer.
I smile. He stayed last night. For the first time in years, I had a man in my house.
In my bed. The way his hands caressed my body still makes me throb down below.
Even now, as I watch him drive up to the house, my skin prickles.
I never realized what I’d been missing all these years of having my mind focused on the boys and our livelihood.
Entertaining a man was not a priority and not something I was looking for.
I wasn’t expecting him back so early. We didn’t talk this morning about what it all means, but I hoped he would come back.
I hoped my feelings weren’t one-sided. I enjoy spending time with him, and the way he made me feel last night, I want to repeat over and over.
It’s been a long time since I felt like a wanted woman.
A woman that a man wanted to touch, that a man wanted to kiss.
I wasn’t a mom, I wasn’t a teacher, I wasn’t a hardworking, struggling parent.
I was just me, and he wanted me, and it felt good.
“Hey.” Tilting my head in question, I stand as he hops out of his truck, the shiny polish reflecting the bright sun, his suit wrinkle free, his shoes high shine. I brush my dirty hands over my thighs, trying to look at least half as decent as he does, but it's futile. “You’re back early.”
He smiles, his eyes locked on mine. “Missed you.”
I think my knees give way. This is what every girl dreams of. This is the moment in all the movies I watched as a teenager, the ones where I dreamed that someone would sweep me off my feet. Both literally and figuratively.
“Me too.” My heart is beating out of my chest for a whole different reason now, my fear long forgotten. I’ve been thinking about him all day.
“I also forgot something.”
I frown, pretty sure he took his briefcase and all his things this morning, not remembering seeing anything else of his left behind.
“Oh? What was it?”
He stalks toward me, steel determination on his face and a sneaking glint in his eye.
“This,” is all he says once he’s in front of me, his hands cupping my face before he slams his lips into mine so fiercely it almost knocks me from my feet.
But I don’t fall. He drops one arm and wraps it around my waist tight, my chest flush against his as his fingers run up to my scalp and thread into my hair. His lips are demanding, and after a split-second of surprise and awe, mine follow suit.
“Sawyer?” My body melts like butter in his hold as I lift my hands and run them up his arms. Feeling safe and wanted in his embrace, I kiss him back just as feverishly.
“You’re all I can think about,” he says, and I moan in agreement.
“The feeling of you…” he continues as I try to get a hold of myself, my body now feeling out of control with desire.
“The smell of you…” His lips take what he needs, and I’m nearly breathless.
“The way your body moves against mine. Your beautiful little moans…”
I moan again in response, one he swallows with another consuming kiss.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you either.” I dig my fingers in his hair, pulling his head closer, not getting enough of him. “The kids aren’t home…”
Instantly, he leans down and grabs the back of my thighs, scooping me up, and I wrap my legs around him.
“Tell me you want to go to your room.”
I know he would stop if I wanted to, but I don’t. I very much want to keep going.
“Yes. Please.”
That’s all it takes before he strides to the house, carrying me like I weigh nothing, our lips not leaving each other’s. I’m glad no one is around, because we probably look ridiculous, him all high polish, me like I crawled out of a cave, yet our bodies fit so well together. We mesh just right.
He climbs up the porch stairs, pushing through the front door, leaning me against the wall, the same place we started last night.
“Are you sure? I don’t want…”
Before he finishes, I’m pulling off my extra layer of a sweater, and his words trail away. “I’m sure,” I tell him, and the look in his eyes has my stomach flipping.
“I want to taste every inch of this beautiful body.” He brushes each word into my skin, his lips dragging along my shoulder and down to my chest, where my tank top still covers my body.
Pressed against the wall, my head falls back, opening myself up to him.
His hand roams, cupping my breast, molding it in his palm before he trails it down my torso, opening my jeans.
“Yessss,” I pant, whimpering when he grazes the waist of my underwear teasingly. I’ve never wanted a man to touch me as much as I want Sawyer to right now.
“Your little whimpers are going to be my undoing,” he lifts me from the wall, walking me to the dining table, the one half covered in paperwork and kids’ crafts, all now swept to the side as he sits me on the edge.
“I’ve ruined your suit… again…” I push his jacket from his shoulders, seeing the dirt that was on me now covering his white shirt.
“Better take it off, then.” He makes quick work of it, unbuttoning then removing his shirt, and I swallow.
I saw him half-naked last night, so his bare chest isn’t a surprise, but it’s just as breathtaking in the daylight, even more so, as I can fully see every chiseled muscle on his chest, all the way down to the six-pack that ends with that little V-shape men get. My mouth waters at the sight.
“Your turn.” He waits, his breathing labored, and I grab the hem of my top and lift it off my frame. My long hair falls around me, now only in my bra and jeans.
“So fucking beautiful,” he groans like it pains him, lifting his hand as his fingers softly run down my bra strap, all the way until he dips them inside my cup.
I look him in the eye as I move my hand around my back and unclasp my bra, slight nervousness sprinkling down my chest. I haven’t been naked in front of a man in a very long time.
Even with Steve, it wasn’t like this. He never admired me, never looked at me the way Sawyer is.
Pulling the bra down my arms, I drop it on the floor.
“Fuck me…” His lips come back to mine with a needy groan. His hands are on me, molding my breasts, feeling my curves. My whole body heats, shaking with lust. Last night, I had my first orgasm given to me by a man in years. And right now, I really want to have another one.
“More… I want more…” I whisper as my hands move to his waist, and I grab his belt, undoing it, then I open his suit pants.
“Lie back.”
I ease myself back, the table feeling a little unstable underneath me as his hand runs down my bare body, between my breasts until he hits my jeans, which are still undone.
Grabbing them at my waist, he pulls them down my legs and off my body, and I’m left in nothing but my plain white cotton underwear.
No lace in my life; this is as sexy as I get.
I start to feel mortified and move my hands to cover myself.
“Don’t move,” he grits out, then he lowers onto the chair, positioning himself at the table, right between my legs.
“Sawyer?” I’m unsure until I feel his kisses on the inside of my thigh, and it dawns on me exactly what is going to happen.
“Relax, Mama,” he murmurs, probably having felt me stiffen. His hands smooth up my legs, before they land on the inside of my knees and he pushes my legs farther apart.
Nerves take over me as I stammer, “I’ve never… I mean, I haven’t.”
“You’ve never had a man go down on you?” I swallow, my heart ready to pound right out of my chest.
“No.” Shaking my head, I wince as I look down at him. From where he’s still placing light kisses on my inner thighs, his eyes find mine.
“If you want me to stop, I will, but I really want to taste you right now… I want to make you come on my tongue.” He doesn’t move, waiting for permission. My thighs quiver as I nod eagerly.
“Yes…” I’m too scared to speak too loudly in case I start begging.
Moving closer to my center, his finger traces over the cotton fabric that still separates us. My body almost liquifies as I lean back, my head hitting the table, my legs spread with Sawyer between them.
“Oh shit…” I whisper to myself in anticipation and disbelief, but I feel Sawyer’s grin on my skin, knowing he heard me.
“Fuck, you have a pretty pussy.” My cheeks heat instantly as he pulls my underwear to the side.
Before any other words can be spoken, his tongue swipes through me, making me gasp.
I hold my breath as he circles around my clit, my arousal now heightened even more.
My legs widen automatically, letting him in closer, and his two hands push my thighs farther apart.
“That’s it,” he encourages me, and I start moaning like it’s my job.
“Oh my God,” I pant, the sensations overwhelming. His hold on me is tight, his tongue working magic, and then he sucks on my clit, and my back arches completely off the table.
“Sawyer!” I gasp as my hands fling to his head and fist his hair, but he hasn’t finished.
He keeps sucking and lapping at me, and my body starts trembling.
This is new, the blissful feeling wrapping around my body, and I think I’m having an out-of-body experience.
I’ll wake up from this dream any minute, I’m sure of it.
I’m chanting words that I can’t even comprehend as he eats me like I’m his last meal. I had no idea it was this good. I had no idea what I’ve missed out on. I’m so glad I don’t have neighbors nearby, because they would hear everything.
“You gonna come for me, Mama?” He speaks against my clit, sucking, then licking, the rhythm making my eyes cross. I bite my bottom lip as my whole body tenses, and with one last tease of his tongue swirling around and around, I detonate.
“Sawyer!” I scream, shaking uncontrollably as I grip his hair tight. He sucks on my clit harder as I convulse under him, and when he growls into me, the vibrations can be felt right down to my toes.
Slumping back onto the table, I try to catch my breath as Sawyer goes back to peppering soft kisses to my thighs before he looks up at me. The blush to my cheeks is as instant as my wide grin as he licks his lips.
“Mmm. Probably my favorite meal I’ve had at this table so far,” he murmurs with a wicked gleam in his eyes. I can’t stop the giggle that bubbles past my lips, because I know I will never be able to look at this dining table the same way ever again.