11. Sawyer
11
SAWYER
I shouldn’t be touching her like this, but I can’t seem to stop myself. My hand fondles her breasts underneath her pyjama top, her nipple catching under my palm, sending electricity shooting up my limb and straight to my dick. With one hand, I roll her tits together, squeezing them both in my large palm.
I never knew a pair of tits could feel so good. But these aren’t just any tits, they’re hers. The one woman I crave and the only woman I can’t have. I break the kiss, coming up for air, and gaze down at the one thing I covet most in this world.
With gritted teeth, I silently tell my conscience to fuck off for once and let me just enjoy the moment. One more kiss, I tell myself as I dive back down to lick against her tongue, smooth and warm like my favourite Scotch. Only this girl isn’t aged. She’s fresh from the distillery.
Fuck. She’s too sweet for me, but I don’t stop licking her mouth, like a bear drawn to her honey. I can only imagine how her pussy tastes. As if something primal takes over, my body moves of its own accord.
I’m not sure I could stop it if I wanted to as my pelvis grinds against her hips, fucking the soft flesh there with only the fabric of our clothes between us. I need to be inside her sweet little cunt, but first I need to taste her, lick her creamy pussy and bury myself down there in her pot of honey.
“Sawyer. Touch me. Please.” She whimpers against my mouth.
“I am touching you, angel.” I kiss her cheeks, then her jawline, moving to her neck, wanting to kiss every inch of her skin.
“I mean down there. Make the ache go away.” She breathes heavily, her chest rising and falling beneath my palm, and I feel her heart racing.
“I’m working my way down there. Don’t you worry, sweetheart.” With no time to undo her pyjama buttons, I yank her top up, exposing her beautiful perky breasts. Her cherry nipples ready for the plucking.
My mouth waters at the sight, then I drop my head and swallow one up in my mouth. I swear I can taste sugar as I flick my tongue back and forth over the stiffened peak as if I’m licking a candied fruit.
Her back arches just as a sweet whimper parts her mouth. Damn, I wonder what she’ll sound like when I reach her pussy. I want to take my time, but I’m frenzied like a caged animal, and it’s feeding time.
Clamping my teeth down on her nipple, I tug at it, then suck and lick. “Damn, I can’t get enough of your tits, baby girl.” I move to the other one, giving it the same attention.
She moans as she lifts her hips. I know what she needs. Her plump little pussy needs some loving, and she’s gonna get the special Sawyer treatment tonight. I’m gonna bury my head between her thighs and kiss her sweet cunt. She’ll forget all about Mr. Fucking Snuggles. Tonight she’s gonna get a real bear and this grizzly’s famished.
“Does my angel need some attention on her pussy?” I reach my hand between her legs and stroke over the flannel material.
“Yes. Please, Sawyer.” She lifts her hips, meeting each stroke.
I kiss my way south, sucking at the soft flesh around the slit where her belly button hides.
Her legs tremble as I reach the Waistband of her pyjamas.
I pause. “Tell me you want this, baby girl. I need to know my angel wants her pussy licked.”
She pants out the word, “Yes.”
Curling my fingers under the elastic, I inch them down a little, my cock already leaking from the tip, making a fucking mess in my boxer shorts.
She trembles and whimpers. Lifting onto her elbows, she watches with panting breaths as I pull her pyjamas down another inch. Her tits exposed, peeking out from under her pyjama top, rise and fall with her heaving chest.
I kiss the top of her mound. A light dusting of hair tickles my lips and I inhale her delicious scent, cherry blossom shower gel mixed with her arousal. I kiss her again as I expose another inch. “I’m gonna eat you up, baby girl. Are you ready for me to devour your pretty plump pussy?”
She nods, wide-eyed, her lips parted as she gazes at me as if I’m the eight wonder of the fucking world, and after tonight, that’s exactly what she’ll think I am when I make her see stars. “I want you to give me all my firsts.”
I freeze.
The blood from my dick now rushing to my head as my mind swims, my conscience fighting through a thick haze of lust, screaming her words at me.
With my head hovering above her half-exposed pussy, I look up into her eyes again, hoping I didn’t just hear what I think I heard. “Firsts?”
“Yes. I’ve never done this before.”
My conscience claws at my neck, making me itch. “You mean no one’s licked your pussy before?”
She shakes her head no.
Fuck, she’s in for a treat. I let out a breath and dive back down, pressing my lips to her delicate soft skin beneath a dusting of hair.
She shivers at the contact. “I’ve never been touched before.”
I whip my head back up. “What do you mean?”
“Touched by a man.”
“As opposed to a boy?” My heart pounds in my chest as I scan her face for clarification.
“By anyone.” Her cheeks glow red, mirroring the heat of the fire.
“Angel, are you saying you’re a virgin?” I want her to say no, that this isn’t her first rodeo and we can carry on as we were, me getting high on her scent, taking my time with her sweet pussy and I can fuck her into Christmas, but another part of me wants to be her first, only my conscience won’t let that happen.
“If we’re not counting Mr. Snuggles, then yes.” She winces and looks away as if embarrassed by her own admission.
“Fuck.” I knew this was all too good. Just my fucking luck. I pull her bottoms up over her belly. Then tug her top over her breasts, fixing her back to how she was as if the last ten minutes never happened. “How is it you’ve kept hold of it this long?” My knuckles caress her rosy cheek as she looks away from me.
Her face turns to meet my gaze. “I never wanted anyone to touch me until now.”
My muscles burn as I hold myself back. A war rages in my head, my conscience fighting with the devil. Maybe one more kiss of her pussy. I tell myself I won’t go all the way. Just a lick, just one taste of her dripping cunt is all I need. But I know once I’m buried between her legs, I won’t be able to stop until we’re both satiated. There’s no way I can take her virginity. As much as I want to claim her. She’s too good for me. I’m the sinner and she’s the saint.
“What’s wrong?” she asks with a weak voice and a film of tears glazing over her eyes.
“I can’t do this. Not now I know you’re a virgin. I’m sorry, angel. I should never have touched you like that.” My palm runs over my face. I’m such a fucking wanker. She’s Colin’s daughter, for fuck’s sake. What the hell was I thinking?
All the colour drains from her face. She turns away from me, deflated, as if the life has been zapped out of her. Before I can speak, she’s on her feet and marching upstairs.
A door slams at the top of the stairs, making me shudder. I groan inwardly, knowing I’ve really fucked up this time. She’s half my age. I’ve no business in touching her, getting any notions of making her mine. She deserves so much better than me.
Blitzen, the fucking deer on the wall, glares at me with his all-seeing glass eyes. If her dad does have a camera in the wooden sculpture, I’m well and truly fucked.
Her cries drift down the stairs and as much I need to stay away from her, I won’t have her crying in her bedroom. “I know what you’re thinking.” I roll my eyes at the fucking deer.
With a groan, I stand and pull on my jeans and shirt, then slump up the stairs, each step like I’m carrying a lead weight on my feet. I use the bannister to pull myself to her, all the time, guilt pulling me back, weighing me down and causing my body to ache.
I rub the pain in my chest as I stand outside her bedroom door, listening to her sobs. “Hey.” I knock on the door.
“Go away,” she shouts.
I ignore her plea and crack her bedroom door open, my breath fogging in the cold room. “It’s freezing in here. Come back downstairs.”
She turns her head and looks at me with venom in her stare. “Are you going to fuck me?”
“No.” I fold my arms over my chest, standing firm, but it’s mainly so I don’t reach out and touch her, as every fibre in my being wants to give in to her demands and wrap her up in a bear hug and tell her everything’s gonna be all right.
“Then I’m staying here.” She turns away from me, facing the window, snow coating the bottom half of the pane.
“Stop being a brat and come downstairs. You’re going to freeze to death in here.” My fingers twitch to spank her behind as she ignores me, her arse sticking out after turning her back to me.
Her head whips around to face me. “If you’re not going to fuck me, then I don’t want to be in the same room as you.” Her tears have dried as she turns salty.
“You’re not too old to get a spanking,” I growl, then huff, thinking she’d probably like that. “Take the living room. I’ll stay in the guest bedroom.”
She turns around, her body shivering. “You’ll freeze.”
“I’m used to being in the cold. I think that’s for the best.”