26. Addison #2
I trembled beneath her, my thighs tightening, my whole body straining toward something she wasn’t giving me yet. The tension built sharper, higher, almost unbearable now, my breath breaking into uneven sounds I couldn’t control.
“I can’t—” I choked out.
“You can,” she said, soft but certain, her eyes locking on mine. “Just a little longer, just let it feel good.”
Her fingers curled again—deeper this time, slower—and it sent a shock through me, enough to make me cry out, my back arching as the pressure surged even higher.
Right there.
Right on the edge.
She held me there.
Made me feel every second of it. And god it felt so good.
“Good girl,” she murmured, her thumb finally pressing where I needed it, just enough to tip me.
That was all it took.
The pressure snapped, sudden and overwhelming, my body breaking open around her as I came with a long, low cry, my hands tangling in her hair, pulling her closer as everything hit at once.
Sawyer didn’t pull away.
She held me there, her hand slowing but not stopping, dragging it out, riding every aftershock as my body trembled beneath her. She kissed me through it, soft now, grounding, her voice low against my skin.
“So good. So fucking perfect. You did so good for me, baby.”
I couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. My chest rose and fell too fast, my skin flushed and damp, lips parted as I tried to come back down.
Sawyer shifted up beside me, pressing a kiss to my temple, then my collarbone. Her hand skimmed over my stomach, slow, steady, grounding.
I turned my head and kissed her, softer this time. Full of something deeper than before.
“You good?” she whispered, brushing my hair back.
I nodded, still catching my breath. “You wrecked me.”
Sawyer grinned, lazy and satisfied. “Yeah?”
I kissed her like it mattered. Like I was laying down truth with my mouth.
Then I shifted, hands firm on Sawyer’s hips, and rolled us until she was on her back, breath catching as I straddled her, thighs snug around her waist.
Then I shifted, hands firm on Sawyer’s hips, and rolled us until she was on her back, her breath catching as I straddled her, my thighs snug around her waist.
“My turn,” I said, my voice low, steady, crackling with heat.
Sawyer’s eyes widened, lips kiss-swollen, chest rising and falling fast. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” I cut her off softly. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”
She went still.
Surrendered.
Her gaze locked onto me like I was the only thing in the room. Like I was the room.
I leaned down and kissed her letting it ground us for a second before my hands slid down her stomach. Her abs twitched under my touch when I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of her briefs and found her soaked.
God she felt so good.
Sawyer moaned loud and helpless. “God, baby,” she gasped, hips arching up into my palm. “Fuck.”
I nearly came again from that sound alone.
I moved my fingers slowly, deliberately, drawing circles over her clit, watching the way her brows pinched, the way her mouth dropped open. I wanted to memorize every reaction. Every breathless gasp. I wanted to learn what she liked.
“You’re so wet for me,” I whispered.
Sawyer whimpered. “Only for you.”
I kissed her again, hot and hungry, my body grounded against her thigh. Then I moved lower, trailing kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her chest. I took my time with her breasts, licking and sucking until she was arching into my mouth, fingers tangled in my hair.
I didn’t stop. I kissed my way down her stomach, teeth dragging lightly across her skin, tasting salt and Sawyer and something that felt like truth.
II tugged her briefs down slowly, dragging them off her legs and dropping them to the floor without taking my eyes off her.
Sawyer lay sprawled beneath me—legs parted, flushed, glistening—so fucking gorgeous it made something deep in me ache.
“Tell me if I’m doing it right, okay?” I asked, my voice quieter now as I looked up at her.
Her expression softened instantly, something tender slipping into her gaze as she reached down, brushing her fingers lightly through my hair.
“You’re going to do perfect,” she murmured. “But I’ll tell you.”
The reassurance settled something in my chest.
I shifted lower, settling between her thighs, my breath catching as I breathed her heat, her scent, the soft, steady hum of her body beneath my hands.
For a second, I just stayed there.
Taking her in.
Then I leaned in and finally put my mouth on her.
Sawyer’s back bowed off the bed. “Fuck, Addie…” Her voice broke. Her hand flew out, fingers gripping the sheets.
I moaned against her, loving the way her body trembled, the way her thighs clamped around my head for a beat, then opened wider, welcoming me in.
I used my mouth the way I wanted to be used. Slow at first. Soft, deep strokes of my tongue. Then teasing her clit with my tongue, circling, flicking, sucking just enough to make her gasp. I slipped one finger inside her, then two, curling them gently, matching the roll of my tongue.
Sawyer was wrecked.
Her hips bucked. Her voice went hoarse.
“You’re doing so good, baby.”
The praise hit me harder than anything else.
I hadn’t known. Hadn’t realized how much I needed that. How much I liked it. The way it lit something up in me and made me want to give her more. Make her feel everything.
I loved every second of it.
She kept whispering, “Don’t stop… don’t stop… please don’t fucking stop,” over and over like a prayer.
I didn’t.
I couldn’t.
I wanted this. Sawyer falling apart for me, under me, because of me.
I kept going, relentless and reverent, my tongue pressing harder, my fingers stroking deep, holding onto every sound she gave me like it was mine.
Her hands tangled in my hair, tightening, guiding me closer.
“Addie,” she gasped, breath breaking. “Right there. Don’t—don’t change it.”
I didn’t. I stayed exactly where she needed me, letting her feel it, building it slowly instead of rushing.
Just like she did for me.
Her thighs trembled around me, her hips lifting, chasing me now.
“I’m close,” she warned, voice rough, barely there. “Fuck… baby—I’m so close.”
The words sent a warm rush through me.
I wanted it. Needed it.
“Yeah?” I murmured against her, not stopping, my voice softer now, breathless. “Come for me… please. I want to feel you.”
I pressed a little firmer, more deliberate, my thumb finding her clit just like I knew I liked.
Her whole body jolted. “Don’t stop,” she begged again, her voice breaking. “Please, baby—just like that don’t stop…”
“I won’t,” I whispered. “I’ve got you… you can let go.”
That did it.
She shattered.
Her whole body arched, thighs shaking, her mouth dropping open on a cry that sounded like my name ripped in half.
I didn’t stop. I held her there, kept kissing, kept moving through it as she came apart beneath me, riding every wave until she finally collapsed back into the sheets, her hand falling away, her chest heaving.
“So good,” she breathed, voice wrecked, reaching for me again. “You did so fucking good, baby… just like that.”
Her fingers slid into my hair, softer now, grounding, her thumb brushing my cheek as she tried to catch her breath.
“Holy shit,” she murmured, a weak laugh breaking through. “You’re… you’re really fucking good at that.”
I crawled back up the bed and buried my face in the crook of her neck. “You sure?”
She ran her hand over my bare shoulder. “Baby, I’m not sure I’ve ever come that hard—ever.”
“Ever?” I lifted my head to look at her.
She nodded and kissed me. “God, you’re so cute. Yes, really.”
I kissed her again, gentle and slow, then yawned and curled into her. The sheet rested low around our waists, our skin still damp and our bodies humming.
“I like it here,” I whispered.
“I like you here.” Sawyer kissed the top of my head, her hand moving slowly up and down my back.
As I drifted to sleep, one thought settled quietly inside me.
This was exactly where I was supposed to be.
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