Chapter 52
IVY
I do my best to move my sated body onto my stomach. Sawyer rubs his hands over the dip of my lower back, moving down to grip and massage my ass cheeks. “This ass, Ivy. Fuck. We’re not done tonight. I thought I lost you again and I refuse to have any more regrets. I want everything with you, baby. Trust me?”
“Sawyer,” I whisper.
“I need to hear you say it, butterfly. Do you trust me?”
“Yes. You know I do,” I pant, pushing my ass back into him, desperate for him to enter me.
“Relax for me.”
I stretch my hands out in front of me and he leans forward, peppering kisses along my neck, sucking and nibbling as he goes.
“I need a safeword,” he whispers, “any word will do. I know your body well enough if something is wrong, but it’s for you to use if at any point you want me to stop, just say that word and I will.”
Pineapple. Why the fuck is that the first word that comes to my mind? Get it together, Ivy. Banana? God that’s dumb too. Apple? Fuuuck. I’m such a mess. Why am I only thinking of fruit right now?
“Red. Red means stop.”
Chuckling under his breath, he sits up, straddling my thighs and rubbing his hands up and down my back. Leaning back down over me, he pulls my chin further to the side so he can kiss me. I can taste myself on his tongue and feel the wetness pool further between my legs. Just as fast as it started, it’s over, and Sawyer is climbing off of me, walking over to the end table and grabbing a bottle of lube. Butterflies take flight in my stomach.
I’ll never tire of seeing this man naked. His thick cock bobs up toward his belly, the head red and angry, I find myself salivating to taste him. He walks back over to the bed, clearly reading my mind. He grasps his hard length in his hand and taps it on my lips.
“Open for me.”
I do my best to open wide at the angle I’m at on my stomach, with my head turned toward him. He runs his hands through my hair, fisting it and pushing his big cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I involuntarily gag around his thick length and tears fill my eyes. I remember to breathe the best that I can through my nose and relax my jaw and throat while he moves in and out of my mouth.
“That’s my good girl. I love your mouth, baby. But this isn’t what we’re doing tonight.”
Pulling his length from me with a sudden pop, he climbs back on top of me and spreads my legs to find my pussy ready and waiting for him to fuck. He takes his time with me, rubbing the crown of his dick from my entrance to my clit. I eagerly lift my hips off the bed, pushing myself into him in search of more.
“I want all of you, Ivy. Every piece of you. I don’t want there to be anything left of you that I haven’t touched. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I choke out, my heart pounding out of my chest.
He gives my ass a powerful squeeze and slides his hand slowly upward from the base of my spine to the middle of my back and down again while continuing to rub his cock through my slick folds, coating himself in my moisture. I love the feel of his hands on me. The feel of his silky-smooth cock sliding through me. I can’t get enough.
His grip around my hips tightens as he lines up with my entrance and in one powerful thrust, drives his cock balls deep inside of me. The moan that rumbles through his body is what dreams are made of. I grip the blankets in tight fists and push back against the onslaught of his length pounding in and out of my body, each thrust hitting his hilt and sending shockwaves through me. In one quick move, he pulls my hips up so that I’m on my knees, head pressed down into the mattress, and my ass further in the air. Sawyer’s hands sweep over every inch of my ass, his fingers stopping at my puckered hole and rubbing gentle, firm circles. He’s never touched me there before and I’ve certainly never let anyone else come close. My mind spirals with an intense array of emotions all at once.
It feels so taboo.
So dirty.
So wrong.
Yet I’ve never been more turned on, I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more than I do at this moment. Pulling his cock out far enough to swipe up some of my wetness with his fingers, he returns to that forbidden hole and slowly presses the tip of his finger inside while rubbing my lower back with his other hand.
The moan that escapes me sounds like it came from someone else. My body tightens around the intrusion, but I want more. I need more.
“More. Please. Sawyer,” I pant, desperate to get all of this man.
“Fuck, Ivy,” he says through clenched teeth.
While he continues to relentlessly fuck my pussy, he slides his finger all the way in and starts pulsing it in time with the thrusts of his hips.
“You like that, baby? My dirty girl.”
“Yes. More. Sawyer!”
I feel the pressure of him adding a second finger. He slowly works his way in, stretching me around him.
I feel the walls of my pussy clenching around his hardness and the signs of another orgasm building within me. My knees begin to shake, and I continue to pull and tug at the blankets under me, looking for purchase. Sawyer withdraws completely and I moan in protest. I hear the squirt before I feel the cold gel on my ass, coating me. Sawyer rubs his wet cock over my tight little hole while rubbing my lower back.
“Safeword, Ivy. What is it?”
“Red,” I practically moan.
“Good girl.”
My heart is racing so fast and hard I fear it will beat right out of my fucking chest. The anticipation of what he’s about to do is driving me absolutely mad with lust. Desire has taken hold of every logical thought, all I see is Sawyer, and he equals pleasure and primal need.
He lines himself up and slowly pushes forward. The immediate sensation is making my head scream “NO!” as I clench up and struggle to breathe. He is much bigger than two damn fingers. “Fuck!” I yell.
“Take a deep breath, baby. Breathe for me. I need you to relax and let me in. Let the lube do its job,” he lulls.
Trusting him, I take a deep breath and unclench my body. I let myself relax and just feel. Feel his strong, rough hands as they caress my body, feel his cock that’s so hard for me slowly pressing further into my body, listening to his jagged breathing. I calm down and let all of myself go to this man.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. Fuck, Ivy.”
Sawyer bottoms out and stops, continuing to rub his hands over my body, allowing me time to adjust to him. I continue to breathe and relax until the stillness becomes too much. My body is practically vibrating with need. I’m a desperate mess for him to move within me, so I push back against him and let out a breathy moan. Finally, finally he starts to withdraw. He continues the motion slowly as I get used to his size, letting him stretch me fully and adjust to the foreign sensation. The slow pace only heightens my desire for him, the build-up already forming in the pit of my stomach.
Reaching under me, Sawyer begins to stroke my clit in circles, applying the perfect amount of pressure as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. Holding my hip roughly to keep my body where he wants me, he continues working my ass and my clit simultaneously until I start to unravel.
“So good, Ivy. You take me so fucking well, baby.”
He fucks me hard and deep. He never stops whispering filthy words of praise and appreciation.
“Come for me, Ivy. Come around my fingers while my cock is deep in your perfect ass. Come for me. Right. Fucking. Now.”
“God. Sawyer. Yes. Yes. YES,” screaming, I explode. The orgasm is euphoric. I feel it everywhere. From the tips of my curled toes, pulsing through my entire body. I involuntarily jerk, my pussy spasming, my eyes squeezing shut as they leak tears, as I gasp for air and continue to scream his name. Over and over and over again.
Sawyer follows right behind me. He arches over my back and places his forehead along my spine, his cock jerking in my ass as he fills me with his cum, my name releasing between his moans.
We stay like that for a moment, with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, his body bent over mine. When he sits up, he pulls himself slowly from me, lays me down gently, and wipes the tears away from under my eyes, kissing them each tenderly. Rolling me over, he pulls me to his chest and cups my face, pushing my wild hair out of the way.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern etched into his strong features.
“I’m perfect. I’ve never been better.” He reaches for my left hand and brings it up between us, kissing the ring that sits on my finger.
“It’s always been you, Ivy. Only ever you.”