Chapter 39
Autumn
" H mmmm. My wife." Sawyer's heavy voice vibrates through the pillow as he wraps me in his arms. Spooning me with his hard, naked body feels as if I were wrapped in the arms of a god. A rock hard, chiselled from stone god.
"Not yet, Mr. Green!" I chuckle, my voice full of sleep. "We haven't even set a date yet."
"Sugar, I would marry you right this fucking second. If you want me to get someone ordained right now, just say the word, and we'll be married by noon." He presses a kiss into the side of my neck, trailing more down my shoulder. For every kiss, the warmth of his lips lingers on my skin.
"Mmmm. I like the sound of that," I moan, my breathy voice hitches as his beard brushes over my neck.
One of his arms wraps around my waist, pulling me closer to him so I feel the hardness of his cock against my back.
"The last time we were in his bed, I wouldn't let you come, but this time I'm not going to stop. I won't stop making you come until you lose yourself in me. Baby, by the time I am done, you won't even know where your body begins and mine ends." He trails his fingers between my tits, down my stomach, and reaches between my thighs, swiping a finger between my folds. "Of course, you're wet for me. Always so wet for me."
"Sawyer, stop. Your family will hear us." I bite down on my bottom lip as he rubs my clit with the pad of his finger.
"You'd better be quiet then. Because we are not leaving this bed until I've nailed you to it." He slides a finger inside my pussy, then another, and I cry out in pleasure.
"Shhhh," he responds to my moans by withdrawing his fingers, leaving an empty feeling in their wake. "If you make one more sound. I will stop." Whispering into my ear, he eases his fingers back into my pussy, and I bite my lip again to stifle the moan that wants to escape them. "That's my girl. Such a fucking good girl for me. My good, quiet girl." Emphasising each word with each thrust of his fingers. I rock my hips to match him. My body tingles in suspense and my pussy grips his fingers, not wanting to let go. I chase my orgasm as his fingers curl over my G-spot.
"Sawyer, I am going to.." I start to pant out the warning that I am going to come, but before I can, he's wrapped his free hand around my mouth so no noise can escape me.
"I told you to be quiet." With one hand wrapped around my mouth and his other hand working magic, I come apart. My eyes flutter closed, and I explode into one of the most insane orgasms I have ever experienced. His fingers laced around my mouth muffle the sounds threatening to escape me, and my involuntary scream is kept in. It remains locked on my tongue without the possibility of escape. Tears roll down my cheek, and Sawyer swipes them away with his thumb. Looking concerned, he asks, "Baby, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I promise. I ummm, I think I just crymaxed." The concern on his face doesn't waiver.
"You what? You crymaxed ?" He looks at me, confused.
"Yeah, it's, well, where you have an orgasm so intense and so visceral that you can't control your emotions, and you cry."
"Well, damn. Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm okay. Honestly, I am. Just overwhelmed," I laugh in response.
"Well, good. Because I'm not even close to being done yet."
Rolling me onto my back, he props himself up on his knees, taking in a full view of my very naked body. I can feel the wetness of my orgasm coating my thighs.
"Jesus, Autumn, every time I see you, it's like I am seeing you for the first time. You are so beautiful. How lucky am I that I get to wake up to you every single day? How lucky am I that nobody ever gets to see you like this—nobody but me."
He spreads my thighs so that my core is exposed to him.
"Such a beautiful pussy. My beautiful pussy." He dives between my legs, immediately flattening his tongue along my slit. "Mmmmm. You taste like heaven. Between your legs is how I want to die." Then, without another word, he licks and sucks me until I start to moan again.
"Remember what I told you about being quiet, baby. I can't force you to when I'm down here-" he sucks my clit, rolling it between his lips "-but I will stop you from coming if you don't keep that pretty mouth shut."
"Ughhhhhh, fine!" I huff out, exasperated. I prop myself up on my elbows so I can look down at him between my legs. He shoots me a cocky grin before pinning my thighs to the bed and continuing to eat breakfast. I rock, buck, and writhe as he expertly fucks me with his tongue. I cannot stay silent. He is making it impossible, so I pull the pillow out from underneath my head and press it into my face. Crying out in pleasure as he makes me come for the second time this morning. I lock my thighs around his head, keeping him in place as I grind my orgasm out on his face.
If he dies, he dies.
"See what happens when you keep quiet?" He smirks at me, my wetness coating his beard.
"Shut up and fuck me," I say hurriedly. Desperation in my voice.
"Get on your knees. Now," he growls at me, an animalistic need for me is clear in his tone. "Put your face in the pillow and hold the headboard." My pussy clenches at his words. As much as I love him making me come in any way, having his cock deep inside of me turns me feral. I do as he demands as he comes up behind me, letting out a low groan that I feel deep inside of me. I know he can't wait to be in me, but instead of pushing his cock inside of me, without a word, he reaches down and slaps my pussy. Hard. The unexpected feeling makes me jolt in a wave of pleasure, and I cry out into the pillow. Biting my bottom lip, trying to keep a lid on the scream that is threatening to bubble out of my throat. He alternates between slapping my ass and my pussy. Four, five, six times. Each crack of his hand, as it connects with my skin, sends shock waves through my body. Seven. There are going to be handprints. Eight. And possibly bruises where his palm connects with my bare skin. Nine. He is claiming me as his. Ten. It is like he can read my every thought and feeling because when the pleasure starts to border pain, he slams his dick in me, all the way to the hilt. The stinging of my pussy evident as he rubs against my entrance every time he pushes himself inside. Reaching down to caress the globe of my ass while rubbing circles over the tender flesh with his thumb, he says, "Fuck, baby. That was so hot. You took that spanking so well." I turn my head to the side and take deep breaths. Filling my lungs with fresh air.
"Sawyer," I pant out. Overwhelmed by my need for him. "Please. Please, just fuck me. I want your cum inside of me. Please. Please," I beg for him to take me in a pained whimper.
That is all he needed to step over the edge. He quickens the pace of each thrust, unabashedly slamming into me. Without a care in the world, I moan and pant and whimper each time his cock slides in and out of me. I think he has forgotten about me being quiet, but I couldn't even if I wanted to. I start to rock my hips in time with his thrusts, chasing my third high of the day, perfectly matching his movements. I feel my pussy tighten around him, and fireworks explode in my periphery.
"That's it, beautiful girl. Come for me. My goddess. My Queen. My sugar. My,” thrust. “Fucking,” thrust . “Wife,” thrust .
A guttural roar escapes his throat as he comes deep inside of me.