21. Sawyer
Sawyer
I look down at her, her beautiful naked body on full display as I pull the underwear from her hips, throwing them on the floor to meet the rest of her clothes.
She’s breathtaking. Smiling brightly, her eyes glistening, her body perfect and all mine.
“This seems unequal.” She sits up, the dining table squeaking as she moves.
Her long, messy hair falls behind her, her face now inches away from me.
I briefly look at the gash on her forehead, and I grind my teeth.
I still need to get to the bottom of what happened because I need her safe.
I thought about grabbing her and the boys and taking them to my place, but I know she would never come.
She would never want to leave the farm here, even for a little while.
“What does?”
Her hands come to the waist of my suit pants, and my eyes immediately hook back on hers.
“I’m the only one naked…” she says sweetly, trailing off. I’m hard as a fucking rock, but I wait, letting her feel comfortable, not wanting to make a wrong move.
When I came here, I had to calm myself a dozen times in the car.
I wanted to grab her and take her straight to bed.
I wanted to rip the clothes from her body and have her in every position I know how.
I wanted her hard and fast before I rocked into her slow and needy.
But I have to be mindful; I don’t want to misstep or do something that may trigger a bad memory for her.
I still don’t know anything about her past, but it’s clear she’s a survivor.
“You can fix that.” I move my hand up to cup her jaw, and she promptly pushes my pants down my legs. As I run my thumb across her cheek, I kick off my shoes, my eyes never leaving hers.
“Nearly done,” she says seductively, a look on her face that makes me think she wants the same thing as I do. Her fingers grab the waist of my underwear, and she pulls them down without an ounce of hesitation.
Her eyes widen a little at the sight of me, and I smirk as I palm myself, feeling my cock full, hot, and heavy in my hand.
“You okay?” I wonder what she’s thinking as I run my thumb across her cheek to her bottom lip, pulling it from her teeth as she looks back up at me.
She swallows audibly. “It’s been a long time.”
“We don’t need to do anything you…”
“I want this. I want you. And I don’t want you to go easy.”
I raise my eyebrows at that, a little surprised.
“Are you sure?” I’m right on the edge, wanting to scoop her up and have her in every way.
“I’ve never had a man give me pleasure before, Sawyer,” she whispers, and I can feel the desire in her gaze as she stares up at me. My dick jerks in my hand just from looking at her. “I want you to treat me like you want me.”
I chuckle darkly. “Oooh, make no mistake, Mama, I want you,” I growl, and her hand joins mine on my cock, the air around us growing thicker with tension by the second.
“Then prove it.” She smirks slightly, like she’s laying down a challenge, one I’m all too prepared to meet.
I lean over, grabbing a condom from my wallet as she continues to palm me. I grit my teeth, because her hand on my body is almost too much.
“You want me to show you how much I want you?” As I sheathe myself, she leans back on the table, watching me, biting her bottom lip, the independent vixen she is now on full display. I watch the table sway a little and wonder briefly if it will hold us.
“Fuck me like you mean it.” That’s all the approval I need before I’m on her.
Grabbing her around the knees, I pull her to the very edge of the table.
It rocks a little as she sits up and her hands reach out, looping around my neck, my own moving to her bare, beautiful ass.
I squeeze her muscle, moving her so her glistening pussy is right where I need her to be, then enter her in one swift movement.
Her body stiffens with a sharp intake of breath before she moans, relaxing around me.
“You don’t think I want you, Annabelle?” I grit out as I start to thrust.
“Sawyer,” she pants, her hands tightening around my neck.
“You don’t think I would want a sexy, smart, fucking breathtakingly beautiful woman like you?” I say again, huffing and groaning, thrusting into her, deeper and deeper with every movement.
“Oh… my… God.” Her body jolting with every thrust, the table rocks underneath us as she whimpers for me.
“You’re so fucking sexy, it’s sinful. I just had a taste of you, and I already want more.
” I feel my balls drawing up to my body, my heart racing, putting all my thoughts and feelings about her into my movements.
She feels good, too damn good. Her enticing rose scent sweeps over me as she reacts to me in a way that has all my senses on high alert.
I’m rock-hard with her pussy clenching around me, and I think I might pass out.
“Sawyer, you feel so… so good.” Her voice becomes high-pitched when I hit that spot inside her that has her eyes rolling back, making my stomach tighten, my orgasm building.
“I’ve never craved a woman as much as I crave you,” I tell her honestly, my hands digging into her flesh so hard, I know I’ll leave bruises.
I thrust into her hard, over and over, sweet and soft not on the menu today.
Our desire for each other is too much, and she asked for this, so I’m nothing if not a man of my word.
“Sawyer! Yes… riiiight there…” She bites her bottom lip as I grind myself against her G-spot before thrusting nice and hard. I grin, feeling how she’s getting close.
“Your pussy is perfect, clenching on me, telling me you want more…” I look down at where we’re joined, seeing how we fit just right.
She moans long and loud, her nails digging into me. “Don’t stop, please, please, please…”
Fuck, she’s amazing. The table is getting punished, but I care little for it. I just want to make her come.
“You like this? You like me fucking you on your table, Mama?”
“Yes, yes…” she pants, her moans increasing as she thrusts herself against me.
“You like me taking you the minute we walked in the door, not able to wait until I had a taste, had you a screaming mess on my tongue.”
“Sawyer…” She says my name almost in warning, and my jaw tics, feeling pushed to the brink, my release so close. Her head is thrown back, her breasts jiggling right near my face, and it’s a sight I won’t soon forget. She’s fucking magnificent.
“You like me fucking you like I want you. You better know now how much I fucking want this, Annabelle. I want you so fucking badly… Want you to come with me inside you,” I grit out, and she lets go with a scream, her head flinging up to lock her eyes on mine.
My thrusts quicken even more at the intensity of her orgasm, fucking her harder as I let go with her.
“Fuccckkkkk,” I groan, feeling feral, pounding into her like she’s my lifeline before we both slow and come back down to earth. She leans her head forward, resting on my bare chest, our bodies coated in a light sheen of sweat, naked, right here on the dining table.
“I didn’t even get you into the bedroom… that’s how much I want you, Annabelle,” I murmur as I run my hand up and down her bare back, kissing her shoulder. I feel alive. The most alive I have in years. My body is humming, my mind is clear, and it’s like I’m finally exactly where I need to be.
“I want you too.” She pulls back, looking at me.
We stare at each other for a moment, and I swallow, my feelings for her growing to a place I wasn’t sure I would ever experience in my lifetime.
I lean over, taking her lips with mine, my kiss featherlight and in complete contrast to how I just treated her.
The only thing that stops our kiss is when we hear a crack, our eyes widening.
“Oh shit…” she says, just as my hands scoop her up, and the table falls from under her, the legs giving way and breaking completely.
“We’ll be needing a new table, then…” I grin, and she huffs a laugh as I walk her down the hall to clean up so we can fix the mess before the boys come home.