Chapter 28
IVY
W ith his forehead pressed to mine and lips hovering so close that our breath mingles, he releases my wrists and roams his hands over the waist of my sweatshirt, up my arms, shoulders, and neck until he’s cupping my face in his hands. His hooded eyes bore into me, holding so much intense passion and desire.
“Fuck. I’ve been waiting for this. For you. You wreck me, Ivy. I was ruined for anyone else from the moment you came into my life. It’s always been you. Only you.”
His words speak straight to my heart, healing it completely.
I drag my hand slowly down his firm chest, soaking up the feeling of him under my palm. My hand continues south until I find his hard erection under his jeans and rub gently. His breathy moans give me life, and the courage to explore him further.
“Always knew you’d find your way back to me, baby. I never stopped believing it. Tell me you feel it too. Tell me it’s still there for you,” he whispers as he trails soft kisses along my jaw. Reaching under my thighs, he hoists me up to lock my legs around his waist, pressing his mouth against mine in the process.
“I feel it. It’s still there. Don’t stop.”
Running my hands through his gorgeous, tousled hair, I reciprocate his kiss. Our mouths coming together in a desperate race to connect, our tongues tangling, moans slipping past both of our lips. Only Sawyer has kissed me like this. I could kiss this man forever and it still wouldn’t be long enough.
He carries me effortlessly through the house before reaching his bedroom, kicking open the door, he slowly lets my body slide down his. Careful to ensure I’m steady on my feet, he separates our kiss and takes a few steps back.
“Fuck, I missed you so much.” His voice is desperate, his normal control slipping and leaving behind a primal hunger. His eyes devour my body, carnal lust etched into his features.
I grab his face between my hands, forcing him to look down and meet my eyes.
“I missed you too. I need you, Sawyer. Take me. Make me yours again.”
“Baby, you’ve always been mine. Not a day in your life have you not been only mine.”
He puts his hands around my wrists and pulls them free of his face before prowling around me and sitting on his bed.
“Strip for me.”
Turning to face him, I start to remove my sweatshirt. Slowly pulling it over my head while Sawyer’s eyes eat me up. I let it fall from my hand and tumble to the floor at my feet. Then I unclasp the clip of my bra that’s nestled in between my breasts and let it float down to meet my sweatshirt in a heap. His eyes peruse my body from top to bottom and back again. His body rigid, eyes glassy, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. His control is slipping further and further. He’s had so much restraint, he’s taken care of me, touched me, but never let us get any further than using his fingers or dry humping like teenagers.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he says, his voice deep and demanding.
I rub my hands up my stomach until I reach my breasts. Cupping them until my nipples become stiff. I gently tweak the peaks just until I feel the slight sting of pain. “Mmm.” The moan escapes from my lips. That’s all it takes. Sawyer releases a deep growl and pulls me onto his bed, quickly climbing on top of me.
“I need to taste you. Now.”
Roughly pulling my leggings and panties down my legs and tossing them to the side, leaving me completely bare to him, he settles between my legs, pulling them over each of his shoulders. His hands cup under my ass, lifting me into the perfect position for him to devour my pussy. With his sexy blue eyes on me, he drags his nose through my center, breathing in deeply as he goes.
“Fuck, baby. Yes.” He licks me slowly with the pad of his tongue from entrance to clit, moaning as he goes. The hum sends the most delicious vibrations throughout me, causing my legs to tremble around him. My eyes immediately roll to the back of my head, and I grasp the sheets in an effort to keep me grounded. The pleasure pulsing through me has me fearing I’ll drift away with it.
“Eyes on me, Ivy. I want you to watch as I finally feast on your perfect pussy.”
Sawyer continues to lick my sensitive nub, swirling his tongue and driving me to the brink of insanity, keeping me forever hovering on the edge, but not letting me fall off of it. I keep my eyes locked on him as he moves one of his hands between my legs and presses two fingers deep inside me, curling them toward my stomach to hit that magic sweet spot he knows will make me go crazy. I let loose a scream as my body fights to adjust to the abrupt intrusion. It’s such a delicious mix of pain and pleasure.
“Mmm,” he hums again. “You’re so wet for me, baby.”
“Sawyer,” I plead on a moan. “Please, I need you inside me.”
“Patience, butterfly.” He swipes the tip of his tongue back and forth on my throbbing clit.
“Thinking about tasting you . . .” More swipes, slightly firmer this time.
“The feeling of you coming on my tongue with my fingers buried deep inside you”—his fingers press deeper, then pull almost all the way out and twist on the way back in—“has consumed my thoughts for as long as I can remember. I’m going to eat you until you can’t take anymore. Not ever tasting you was one of my biggest regrets. Let’s see how many orgasms I can pull from this sweet, tight body of yours.”
His words go directly to my core, heating me from the inside and spreading like wildfire throughout my body. Our hearts may beat as one, but everything about being with Sawyer right now is different. I run my fingers through his thick hair, loving the feel of his mouth between my legs. I never want this to end.
He continues his ministrations, keeping his tongue in perfect sync with his fingers as they slide and twist in and out of me. His other hand digs roughly into my ass cheek, pulling my body closer to his face.
“Come for me, baby. I want to feel your legs shake and hear you scream my name.”
Then he gently bites down on my clit and sucks it. Hard.
That’s all it takes.
“Sawyer!” I scream.
The orgasm erupts in me so hard and so fast that I see stars and scream his name over and over again. My thighs squeeze around his head and my body convulses under him. The orgasm goes on and on and he doesn’t stop until I’m a languid puddle under him.
“So. Fucking. Good,” he lulls, peppering my pussy and inner thighs with kisses.
I release my hold on his hair and drop my head back to the bed, doing my best to return to earth after that life-shattering orgasm.
“Just so you know, I was wrecked for anyone else, too. And no one has ever done that to me before.”