Chapter 34 Sawyer #2
She does what I ask. I shove my boxer briefs off and yank the blanket off her the rest of the way. Dropping to the floor, I nudge her legs open with my shoulders and bury my face between her legs, breathing her in.
“I love your smell,” I say against her.
She squirms, ticklish, and I nip her over her shorts in warning before I rise and palm her mound. Fuck, she’s wet. She grinds into my hand.
“You soaked another pair of my boxers. When did that happen?”
“God, I’ve been horny since I woke up.” Her hand scratches lightly at my scalp, sending a shiver down my spine.
“I know the feeling.”
I replace my hand with my bare cock, only the thin fabric of the boxers separating me from where she’s warm and wet and silky. My mouth covers hers, and she eagerly accepts my tongue. She tastes so good. I thrust shallow pulses against her clit. I swallow her sounds, hungry for every one.
“Sawyer,” she begs.
A shudder rolls through me. I lean on my elbow and look down into her eyes, so big and trusting and needy. For me. I’ve wanted her to look at me like this my entire life.
“Fuck me,” she says, and my brain short-circuits. “I need—I need you inside me. Just, please.”
“Condom,” I manage in a strangled voice and with herculean effort, I push myself off her and head toward the bathroom.
“I’m clean, by the way,” I say a moment later. She got rid of the boxers. I fold my body over hers and toss the strip of condoms next to the pillow as I kiss the corner of her mouth.
Without warning, she rolls us over until she’s on top, straddling me.
My muscles are tight, my dick is as hard as it’s ever been, and I have the most gorgeous woman on the planet on top of me. She moves, and my cock flexes against her. Her eyes darken, and her cheekbones rise on an evil, fiendish smile.
She pins my hands by my head and draws my earlobe into her hot mouth. “I’ll be right back.”
I groan. Brie’s touches, her kisses, her licks are all light and teasing as she moves down my body. It’s exquisite torture.
Then her warm tongue is wet on my tip, laving at it like a melting ice cream cone. My stomach clenches.
Brie. Her tongue. My cock.
She looks up. “It’s been a while since I’ve done this.” She’s almost apologetic.
“It’s already the best,” I breathe.
“Tell me what you want.” She brushes her knuckles up and down the underside of my shaft.
“Oh.” It’s basically a moan. “Everything. Anything.”
Her expression is almost sarcastic, and I would laugh if she doesn’t right at that moment open her mouth and suck on my crown.
“That’s good,” I wheeze.
She rewards me by doing it again. Wet, sloppy, noisy sucks, then her tongue lapping at the sensitive spot at the bottom of my head.
“Yeah,” I choke.
Her hands stroke my inner thighs, cup my balls, squeeze my ass. She smiles around my cock like she’s having the time of her life, and holy hell, it’s good.
“Amazing.”
She looks at me, eyes boring into my skull, and in one, slow pull, swallows my entire cock. When I hit her throat, she swallows, taking more of me in until her lips circle the root, all while her tongue continues to stroke me.
I’m unable to form words.
She gags, and I try to pull back, but she swats my hands away and bobs her head up and down. Saliva runs down my cock, and her hand comes up to massage it into my balls as her swollen mouth works me higher.
This is better than all my fantasies. Louder, sloppier, wetter. Her enthusiasm is palpable. It’s the hottest, dirtiest thing I’ve ever experienced as her eyes lock on mine.
Without notice, my balls draw tight. I dive my hands into her hair, tugging her off me.
“What’s wrong?” She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand
“Too good,” I rasp. “Too hot. Almost came.”
She looks down at my cock, still throbbing, licks her lips, then back up at me. “I don’t want to stop, I’m having too much fun.”
My heart squeezes. I struggle for breath. Everything. Her words mean everything to me.
“You’re killing me.”
She lowers her head back down and sucks at my tip. The pleasure verges on pain. This is so not how I intended for this to go. I was going to turn her into the begging puddle of need.
“If you come in my mouth” —lick— “will you still be able to fuck me after?”
I fist my hand in her hair to pull her up, and do a crunch until our faces are an inch apart.
“Where did that dirty mouth come from, Brie?” I kiss her, licking the inside of her mouth.
Normally, I’m a one-and-done kind of guy.
But lately, I’ve gone multiple rounds just to the thought of Brie.
When we break apart, her lips are swollen and wet.
“Yeah. I’ll be able to fuck you how you need. ”
She shoves me back.
“It’ll be fast,” I warn.
“Not too fast.” She grins. “I want to enjoy myself.”
She licks me, nice and wet, swallowing me.
“So good,” I grunt. “Perfect.”
She releases me, licks up the shaft, then swallows me again.
“Yes,” I hiss.
Release. Lick. Swallow.
“Brie.”
She repeats as I ooze precum, moaning, muscles seizing.
When I can take no more, I grit, “Almost there. K-keep me inside.”
She obeys with a hum.
“Yesss.”
With confidence, she drives her face up and down now. I watch her move her hand to between her legs and touch herself, having a good time, moaning on my cock and sending vibrations through me. She really is enjoying herself. The base of my spine tingles. My balls draw up. Pressure builds.
“Brie,” I heave.
Her eyes snap up. I can read every emotion in them. Enjoyment, eagerness, need. I want to give it to her, show her what she does to me. The pressure erupts furiously.
“Coming.”
I explode in her hot mouth, feeling her swallow every drop, watching her do so with gusto like it’s her favorite meal, rubbing herself and getting off to my taste. It’s downright filthy in the best way possible.
She slows as I come down. When I can take no more, I reach for her and pull her up to me. My heart races, breaths coming short. I rub her back, squeeze her ass, kiss her temple.
“Nothing,” I finally say, “nothing has ever come close to that.”
Turning her head, she rests her chin on my chest. “I agree.”
She squirms over me, and despite having the most intense, satisfying sexual experience of my life, my craving for Brie rises. As does my need to make her feel so good she can never leave.
“You didn’t come while you were down there, did you?” I ask.
She faux-pouts. “No.”
I roll us over. “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll remedy that.”