35. Beckett #2
We ended near where we started, standing in the outdated kitchen. “Lukas said he has some plans already drawn up to expand this area a bit. We’ll update the appliances and make sure the charm stays intact.”
“I know it’s probably a pain, but can we put in a dishwasher?” she asked, peering up at me. “I really hate handwashing them. And if there’s any food bits I have to clean off?” She gagged, shaking her head.
“Don’t worry. We’ll add it to the list,” I said, laughing. “No more soggy leftovers for you.”
Sawyer turned and leaned against the counter across from me, resting her palms on the top. Her eyes swept down my body in a slow perusal before settling back on my face. “This home is perfect, Beckett. Thank you.”
She didn’t need to thank me for this, or anything, for that matter. “Haven’t you figured it out yet, baby? There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you. If you asked for a hundred chickens, I’d have Lukas out the next day starting on a coop.”
“No to the chickens,” she said, holding up her hand. “I like them in theory, but so do snakes. I can’t do snakes.”
“No chickens, then.” I stepped up, caging her against the counter. “The point is, if there’s something you want, all you have to do is ask.”
Even if I lost access to all of my money tomorrow, I’d find a way to make sure Sawyer never went without. She deserved all the best things in life, and I’d work until my fingers bled if that was what it took.
“Is that so?”
“Mmhm.” I leaned down, running my nose along her temple as she tipped her head back. Her parted lips were like a goddamn siren song, but I refused to give in to temptation just yet. “Is there something you want right now?”
Sawyer nodded, moving her hands to the front of my jeans.
Deft fingers played with the button, but didn’t go further.
“I think we need to christen the house while we can, don’t you?
” She pressed a kiss to my neck, letting her tongue dance along my skin.
My grip tightened along the counter’s ledge as she pulled back.
This woman was going to kill me.
Without saying a word, I dropped to my knees in front of her. My lips lingered over her swollen belly, pressing kisses there as my hands dipped lower. She was wearing a long skirt, so I had unfettered access to what we both wanted. “Say it, sugar. I want your words.”
I knew how badly she wanted me by the way she slightly stepped apart, widening her stance. But this was the one request I refused to budge on. I kept my gaze trained on her face as my hands ran up her calves.
“Please, Beckett,” she breathed. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, sucking in a breath as my fingers reached her inner thighs. “I need you.”
“What do you need? Just say the words.”
Sawyer’s head fell back on a moan as I reached the apex of her thighs. Her cotton panties were completely soaked through. It was taking every ounce of self-restraint I had not to throw this little game out the window and devour her, but I knew the reward would be even sweeter with the wait.
She groaned, smacking her palm against the counter in frustration. “Touch me, taste me, fuck me, I don’t care. Just please do something already.”
“So impatient,” I murmured, lifting her skirt up for access. I nipped at her thigh, moving up toward her soaked pussy. “But I’m nothing if not a man of my word, and you’ve been such a good girl to ask me for what you want. I think that deserves a reward.”
Pulling her panties to the side, I let my fingers dance through the mess she’d made.
Her legs parted further, and that was the only invitation I needed to dive forward.
My mouth landed on her center, tongue swiping through the arousal coating her lips.
It didn’t matter how many times we’d done this part before; I would never be tired of tasting her.
She was just as sweet as I’d imagined that first day.
One of Sawyer’s hands landed on my head, threading through the strands. She tugged me closer until all I could see, feel, hear, and taste was her. My entire world. The reason I got up every day. “Oh my god,” she whimpered. “That feels so good.”
“Can’t get enough,” I rasped against her clit.
I sucked it into my mouth and let my teeth graze over the sensitive bud.
“You like that, baby?” Judging by the way her grip tightened to the point of near pain, and the incoherent mumblings I couldn’t make out, she was a fan.
So, I did it again and again. Her moans spurred me on, blinding me until all I could think about was making her feel good.
Bringing my hand up, I slowly pushed two fingers inside of her aching cunt.
She ground her hips against my face, working herself into a mindless frenzy as I slowly scissored them inside of her.
She could take much more than that. I’d seen it myself as she fucked countless toys in front of my face, making me watch as she found her climax by her own hand.
But it was different with another person having that power.
I controlled everything from my knees. The pace, the pressure, the pleasure… It was all mine. That was a heady combination for a man who wanted nothing more than to watch her fall apart in front of him.
“Come for me, sugar. Soak my face right here and now. Let me have it,” I rasped.
With one final tug on her clit, Sawyer detonated right before my eyes. Her legs shook, and her back bowed as she cried out my name above the sound of her own arousal dripping down my hand. My mouth and fingers worked in tandem, dragging out her orgasm until she sagged against the counter.
Pushing to my feet, I desperately claimed her mouth, letting her taste herself on my tongue. “We don’t have to go any further if you don’t want,” I panted. “I know this isn’t ideal—”
Before I could finish, Sawyer pushed against my chest and turned around to rest her elbows on the counter.
She waved her ass in my face, a simple taunt she knew would have me ruching up her dress before I had a chance to unbuckle my pants.
“Don’t you dare stop now.” It was a warning, not a suggestion.
“I want this. I want you. Right here and now in the middle of our future kitchen.”
She hissed as the cool air swept across her exposed skin.
I worked quickly on my jeans, popping the button and letting them fall down to my ankles before stepping up and pulling her panties to the side like I had earlier.
Part of me wanted to take my time with her, but we were both too far gone. We’d have plenty of time later.
This was just for us.
“I brought a condom,” I confessed, looking down at my cock resting in my hand. I ran it once through her soaked pussy and enjoyed the way she ground against me in search of relief. “I can use it if you feel more comfortable.”
“I can’t get any more pregnant than I already am.” It came out as half laugh and half moan. “We don’t really need it.”
“I’m clear, by the way. But if you need to wait until you can confirm it—”
She glanced over her shoulder, eyes dark and needy as she said, “I trust you, Beckett. Promise. I wouldn’t tell you I was okay with this if I didn’t.” She paused, a knowing smirk on her lips. “Please fuck me bare. Fill me up.”
Well, fuck me. That was something I’d never grow tired of. How such a shy and gentle woman like Sawyer turned into an absolute fiend when I touched her. “This what you need, baby?” I asked, repeating the movement.
She nodded, letting a mewling cry leave her lips as I slowly notched the tip at her entrance. “Beckett…”
“Mine,” I ground out, pushing inside. I went slow to let her body accommodate my size.
A toy was one thing, but this was different.
Watching her stretch around one of her dildos was hot as hell, but feeling her pussy squeeze around my cock again was better than I ever remembered.
She was so tight, like a fucking vise. There was no way I’d last as long as I had before.
Not when it’d been eight months since I felt it.
“This pussy is mine, isn’t it, baby? And I’m the only one who ever gets to have it. ”