Chapter 10 #2
She sighed. “I wish I would have run into you a lifetime ago. Maybe I wouldn’t have gotten to the point where I felt so hopeless.”
“I’m here now,” I vowed.
She turned to straddle me before pressing her lips to mine. The heat from her center made my dick swell. I cupped her ass, inhaling the warm scent of her arousal.
“Do you have to get back to work? I don’t want you to think that I need you standing guard over me all the time. The girls downstairs said you were a workaholic.”
“Oh, y’all talk about me?”
“Well, they talk about everybody. Especially how you and the other guys who run this place are so fine but never give the women on the staff the time of day. They figure it’s because you’re scared to be sued for sexual harassment.
They mentioned how the other two were married, but they weren’t sure about you because you were the quiet one.
I think they think we’re related or something because Monique asked if I had ever seen you with a woman. ”
“What did you tell her?”
“I told her I was pretty sure you had a girlfriend somewhere that didn’t play about you.”
That made me laugh. “Is that right?”
“Hopefully, she doesn’t test that theory. I would hate for her to have to find out.”
“Look at my baby getting defensive about her man.”
“Hush,” she said, moving to slide out of my lap.
I grabbed two handfuls of her ass to hold her in place. “Where you going, mama?”
“I need to move before I start getting ideas. You already told me that wasn’t happening, but either you have a loaded gun or you’re happy as hell to have me in your lap. Either way, I need to move.”
I kept my hands locked in place. For the life of me, I couldn’t let her go.
“Ask me to leave, mama.”
“Hm?” she asked, knitting her brows in confusion.
“Ask me to leave. I know I need to go, but I don’t think I can do it on my own.”
“Why would I do that? I want you here.”
“Because I can guarantee you that I don’t have a gun on me. I’m excited as hell to have you on my lap, and I’m having a hard time reminding myself why I shouldn’t show you just how excited I am.”
“Why do you think you shouldn’t? I told you I want you to show me everything you showed me the first night. I’m not as fragile as you might think I am.”
“I hear you.”
“Do you want this? I’m not pushing anything. I understand if you feel like I’m damaged goods.”
“You’re not damaged goods, Z.”
“Then stop acting like you’re about to commit a crime by having sex with me. We both want the same thing. You’ve opened my eyes to something I never imagined that I would love so much. Now I want more. Can I have that?” she asked, tilting her head slightly as she waited for my response.
“You can change your mind at any point,” I said, needing her to understand that a yes right now didn’t mean that I wouldn’t stop the moment she asked me to.
“I’m not going to.” She shrugged right as I kissed her.
The saltiness of the popcorn only lasted for a second before her natural sweetness took over.
The sound of her moaning as my lips slid from hers down to her neck made me ravenous for more.
I gathered her dress in my fist, tearing it over her head before repositioning us until she was on her back.
Her fingers dug into my shoulders as I kissed my way down her supple body to her plump mound.
Her pussy was so meaty that it spilled from her panties. I tugged them to the side, covering her with my mouth as my tongue snaked into her wetness. Her thighs fell apart as I bunched her panties in one hand and French kissed her wet pussy like it was the love of my life.
She just didn’t know how bad I wanted to be inside her again.
I had to restrain myself because now that I knew how inexperienced she was, I felt like it was my duty to make sure she enjoyed herself just as much as I did.
If I played my cards right, I would be the only one to ever know her this way.
Her legs trembled around my head, tearing me away from my thoughts.
“You’re shaking, baby. You sure you’re OK?” I asked, looking up at her.
Grabbing the back of my head with both hands, she shoved my face back into her pussy.
I guess I got my answer. I loved eating pussy, so I was grateful that she seemed to love what I was doing to her just as much as I did.
I continued to lick and suck as she worked her hips, grinding against my lips.
Her flavor was addictive. I enjoyed every drop.
“Sawyer!” she shouted.
She gushed like a fountain, and I got my fill, laving and devouring as much as I could as she screamed my name to the top of her lungs. Fuck. I loved the sound of my name on her lips. Once the trembling subsided into gentle shakes, I pushed up on my hands to look at her. Damn, she was beautiful.
“Are you OK?” I asked again for reassurance. I refused to be something other than her protector. The moment I felt like she wasn’t OK, I would stop.
She nodded quickly as her eyes fell to my dick. It was almost painfully hard as it fought to free itself from the confines of my pants.
“I want you to fuck me, Sawyer. Hard.”
Fuuuck. Why would she say something like that?
Whatever restraint I had left a second ago was nonexistent at this point.
Pulling her up by the hand, I helped her stand, then led her over to the bed.
As she scooted to the center, I hurriedly undid the buttons of my shirt, chucking it before snatching my T-shirt over my head.
I didn’t waste any time shedding my clothes.
If I took too long, I would talk myself out of doing something I wanted to do more than anything I’d ever done.
Once I was naked, I moved to the edge of the bed.
“Look at me, Z,” I said softly. When her eyes were on me, I continued. “If you need me to stop or slow down, don’t be afraid to say something.”
Her hands slid up my face as I moved further onto the bed. “I trust you, Sawyer. I just want to feel you again.”
The weight of her words sat with me. I loved that she trusted me.
I just hoped that I could always keep my word to her.
I kissed her as I helped her onto her back.
Her body tensed, but her facial expression never changed.
Her nails dug into my shoulders as I carefully pushed the head of my dick into her opening.
When her eyes slammed shut, I leaned down and kissed each of them.
“Please,” she whispered.
“What is it, baby?”
“Don’t stop,” she said, letting her eyes focus on me again.
I covered her mouth, muffling her soft cry as I thrust inside of her.
Feeling the warmth of her cozy space was slightly dizzying.
I moved at a slow pace, not just for her, but because having her soft body and hot pussy surrounding me was going to send me over the edge quicker than intended.
I listened to her moans and cries, attentively responding to her cues as I stroked into her carefully.
My entire body tingled as pleasure passed over me in waves with every move I made.
“Sawyer, this feels so good, baby. Too good. Is it supposed to feel this good?”
I chuckled, letting my forehead fall to hers as I kissed her face.
“Yeah, mama. The goal is for me to make you feel this good.”
Feeling confident enough to let go, I fucked her harder. I hadn’t forgotten her request, and of course, her wish was my command. Over and over, I slammed my hips into hers, careful not to give her too much too soon. She might have asked me to fuck her hard, but she had no idea what she was saying.
“Sawyer!” She shrieked.
Her body bowed off the bed. I dipped my head to take one of her nipples into my mouth as she pushed her chest into mine. I covered her other titty, loving the softness and weight of it in my hand.
“Sawyer, Sawyer, baby, don’t let me go!” she shouted, throwing her arms around my neck and pulling me closer to her.
Her hips thrashed wildly, meeting me each time. She was so slippery, so snug that I—
“Hmmm.” I hummed against her hot flesh as she clenched around me, pulling my nut out of me before I was ready to let it go.
For a long while, we lay tangled together before I had the strength to pull away. Her legs tightened around my back before I could get up.
“Stay,” she murmured.
“I’m not going anywhere, mama. Let me clean you up,” I requested, pushing up on my hands.
“Sawyer, please.”
I leaned forward and kissed her forehead before rolling over and pulling her onto my chest.
“I’m right here, mama.”
By the time Z eased out of bed, I was dozing off. I didn’t even open my eyes while she washed me down with a warm rag, then kissed my cheek.
“I’m just about to freshen myself up. Don’t leave, baby,” she said.
There was no need for me to repeat myself.
If she needed me to stay right here, then that was what I would do.
I would be anywhere she needed me to be, whenever she needed me.
I wasn’t sure who she was running from or who she was.
One thing was for certain: I wasn’t letting anyone hurt her anymore. Not even me if it came down to it.