20. Sawyer
SAWYER
Ican’t wait to get my hands on this woman. She shifts on the bed as I crawl closer, snapping her legs closed like she’s suddenly shy.
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Don’t you dare hide that beautiful pussy from me. Open your legs.” Pausing, I wait for her to obey my command.
“I wasn’t expecting this. I’m not prepared.”
“What does that mean?”
She sighs heavily as if this admission pains her. “I haven’t shaved. And I’m wearing my granny panties. I was prepared for a slumber party tonight, not this.”
“I don’t know what granny panties are, but I don’t give a fuck about any of that. Besides, I’ve already seen you naked. There’s not a strand of hair or strip of fabric that could stop me from devouring your perfect cunt.”
“And you’re old, so at least poor eyesight will be on my side.”
“Fuck you, I’m only seven years older than you, Miss Granny Panties.”
She laughs at my teasing, and the sound goes straight to my dick, making it press against the seam of my pants, aching to be set free.
I reach for her waist so I can strip her down, but her eyes flick to my hands. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Can I take your pants off?”
“Please.”
I hook my fingers into the waistband, expecting her panties to come off with her pants, but they’re still there when I look down, stretching up past her belly button. “Fuck me, those are some tall panties.”
She playfully swats my chest and lifts her hips as I pull them off her.
A small groan of appreciation escapes me as I take her in.
Her body is breathtaking. Beautiful in its unique imperfections.
A birthmark on her hip. Faint stretch marks around her navel from the children she’s carried.
The soft rolls of her stomach that she’s constantly trying to hide.
A small thatch of curls surrounding that perfect pussy I want to devour every inch of.
My mouth hovers over her navel as I slowly tease it with the tip of my nose.
I press a tender kiss on one of her stretch marks, and she arches slightly as I take my time kissing her stomach.
Then I hover over her hip, kissing my way up until I reach the flesh of her breast, remembering what she told me about how she likes her nipples played with.
Every flick of my tongue against her hard peak makes her writhe, and I delight in the effect I have on her. The way she feels under me. The moans she can’t contain at my touch.
Fuck, I want more moments like this with her.
My chest swells with pride at the fact that I can bring her this kind of pleasure.
It makes me wish the ghost haunting us would destroy parts of the house so I’d have an excuse to stick around longer, because I can’t imagine she’ll want me to stay once this is over. Shit, I hope that’s not the case.
“Are you okay?” Raven’s head pops up, her big blue eyes peering down at me with concern.
Get it together, man. “Yeah. Why?”
“Your tongue is stroking the same spot over and over again, and your eyes are glazed over. Are you in your head?”
“How did you know that?” I ask, surprised.
“I told you, I’m excellent at pattern recognition. Plus you have dozens of tells.”
“Sorry, I’m just really fucking excited, and I’m trying not to finish too soon, so I started thinking about shit, and then I fell down a rabbit hole.”
She reaches down and cups my cheek. “I never thought I would admit this out loud, but I like you, Sawyer. You intrigue me, and I want to explore this with you.”
“So you don’t just want me for my body?” I tease.
“It’s more than that, and you know it.”
Her admission stuns me.
“Do you think I’d let you in my house, into my life, my children’s lives if this was just a quick fuck?”
“No.”
“When you showed up at my house fire, there was something in your eyes that stuck with me. A warmth, a kindness. Everything was so chaotic, but you were this steady, calming presence. You showed up for me that day because it was your job, but then you kept showing up. I didn’t scare you. My snark turned you on.”
“It still does.” I smile down at her as I inch up her body.
“Trusting men is really hard for me. My dad skipped out on us when I was young. Most men I dated before Kris were threatened by me and never stuck around. Even my brother moved away.”
I sit back on the bed, still between her thighs, listening to her confession. “Are you why he moved back a year ago?”
“I think he was worried about me after Kris passed. Even though we weren’t in love, Kris was the only person who truly chose me. And losing him was the hardest thing I’ve endured.”
No wonder she’s always on the defensive. Every man that’s important to her has left her in one way or another.
I lean down and place a kiss on her forehead, my lips brushing against her skin as I speak. “Is that why you always ask me where I’m going?”
She shoves at my chest. “I do not.”
“You do. It’s cute.” I lean on my arm, using the other to tip her chin up to mine. Our eyes lock, and something shifts in my chest. “Just know that if I leave, I’m coming back. I’m not going anywhere. I will keep showing up for you.”
“Shut up and kiss me.” She threads her fingers in my hair and pulls my lips to hers. Electricity buzzes through me the moment our lips touch, and my cock stiffens. Precum leaks from my dick, and I pull back, trying to calm myself.
Working my way down her body, I nip at her neck and collarbone. I take my time playing with her nipples, just like she showed me, hard at first. When she squeezes my bicep, I slowly decrease the pressure.
Once I’m confident she’s ready, I move lower, kissing down her belly and hips. “Is this pussy soaking for me?”
I use my thumbs to part her, holding her open as I press my face against her warmth.
The instant her scent hits me, I know I’m done for.
It’s even more overwhelming up close, and I want to breathe her in until her aroma is all I can smell.
I hover close to her as the heat of her body surrounds me, willing my dick to behave.
She’d never let me live it down if I came in my pants.
“What are you doing?” Her tone is cautious, with a hint of annoyance.
“Baby, your fucking scent is too damn good. I’m trying to get myself under control.”
She shoots me a skeptical look. “I can’t tell if you’re being patronizing or not.”
“I’m not. And I’m not just saying this. I haven’t even tasted you yet, and I’m ready to blow my load like a goddamn horny teenager. I’ve always enjoyed eating pussy, but there’s something about your scent that has me crawling out of my skin with need.”
“Pheromone scent matching. It’s this theory that people are attracted to genetically compatible partners.”
“Whatever the fuck it is has me feral for you. I’ve never wanted to devour anyone like I want to devour you.”
“Then quit talking and do it already,” she challenges.
Placing my hands on her inner thighs, I open her up further, wedging my broad shoulders between them and looking up at her.
“I should warn you, while I’m one hundred percent certain that we’re both going to come tonight, only one of us will make the other come.
Just don’t laugh at me if I ruin my pants. ”
“You—oh!” she moans as I lower my mouth to her cunt. Her taste explodes on my tongue, and I groan against her pussy. I definitely won’t survive tonight with clean pants.
My movements are tentative at first as I clock every little shift and twitch her body makes. I know she’s got issues with touch, and I want to make sure that I only bring her pleasure.
“You can go harder,” she says. I was just waiting for her to give me the green light. I flatten my tongue against her clit and lick it with broad yet gentle, flat strokes. “That feels good, but you’re never going to make me come like that.”
I grin against her pussy. “I’m not trying to make you come yet.”
“Then what are you doing?”
“Testing your resolve so you’ll tell me exactly what you want. I know you like to boss me around and it makes me so fucking hard. Use your fucking words and tell me how you want me to devour this perfect needy cunt.”
“I thought you knew how to eat pussy? I gave you a whole tutorial. Do you need further instruction?”
“There she is.”
She shifts, leaning up on her elbow as she gives me her iciest glare.
“If you think your fire is gonna scare me off, think again, spitfire. I run into burning buildings. I’m not afraid of a little heat.”
Either I’ve stunned her into silence, or she’s in her head about telling me what to do.
“You’ve said how hard touch is for you, to the point that you have specific toys you prefer.
I want to make sure that my touch only brings you pleasure, so while I know what I’m doing down there, I don’t know what you like, and your tutoring only included fingers and toys.
I want you to tell me exactly what you need so I can make you come and so that anytime you touch yourself after this, you picture my hands, my mouth. ”
“I’ve never come from oral.”
“Fuck, Raven. You can’t say shit like that to me when I’m actively trying not to come.”
“That turns you on?” Her tone is sincere, like she honestly can’t believe it.
“More than you will ever know.”
She drops back onto the bed and throws an arm over her eyes.
“Keep your focus on my clit. If you can play with my G-spot too, that’ll help.
I have a toy that presses on my G-spot and clit at the same time, and it’s my favorite one to use as a backup when yours is charging. Fuck, I can’t believe I said that.”
Her admission does something to my ego, and I gently put my mouth on her clit. I play around with different patterns and tempos, determined to find the one that makes her writhe.
It only takes a few minutes before she’s bucking and moaning against me. Her hand threads through my hair as she digs her fingernails against my scalp, anchoring me to her. “Oh fuck. That’s it. Just like that. Don’t stop doing what you’re doing with your tongue. Shit, that’s perfect.”
If I died like this, I’d die a happy man.