Chapter 35 Brie
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Since returning to Blue Ridge, I’ve been fighting my attraction to Sawyer.
But in the less-than-twenty-four hours since he confessed his feelings to me, my own feelings for him have risen exponentially.
I can finally look at the way he’s behaved these last couple months as genuine, not an act.
He’s competent and caring, he’s quick on his feet, he’s funny. He’s a good guy.
My attraction to him now is almost unbearable.
I’m absolutely quivering with need, and I am so not this girl.
I’ve always liked sex, but I’ve never needed sex.
Going down on a man was something I did as a courtesy, not because I craved him.
Not because I needed to make him squirm like I needed my next breath.
I angle my body to press myself against Sawyer’s thigh, seeking more friction.
“You wanna hear a secret?” His deep voice shoots tremors through me as he massages my ass. “In my entire life, I’ve never come harder than I just did in your mouth.” He takes my bottom lip between his teeth, and I whimper.
“I want to make you feel that good.” His hand comes around from behind. I might be embarrassed by how wet I am, but when his fingers brush over me, his eyes glaze over, and he whispers, “So hot.”
Against my stomach, his cock is already hard again, which I didn’t realize was possible so soon. His mouth trails down my neck, and he sinks his teeth into me, making me draw in a breath. He pushes me to lie back and runs teasing fingers over my body.
“I have some questions.” He looks at me like I have all the answers.
“Oh?”
“Do you ever come from penetration alone?”
I shake my head. “Just my clit.”
“Penetration feels good, though?”
“I don’t know, try it,” I huff.
His chuckle is rough as he drops his hand between my legs and inserts two fingers into my slick heat. I moan and buck into him.
He tears open a condom with his teeth and sheaths himself with one hand.
“Last question,” he says into my neck as he removes his fingers and positions his body between my legs, teasing me with the head of his dick. “Have you ever been this worked up before?”
“Nev-er—” my answer ends on a gasp as he slides into me.
I’m so wet, all I feel is the immediate, satisfying relief of being full.
“Fuck.” His breath is hot on my shoulder, and we lie there for a few moments as we get used to each other. He rocks his hips into me, shallow thrusts at first.
“You feel so good,” I moan.
“Good doesn’t cover it, Brie.” His voice is strained and he leans on his forearms, hands cradling the back of my head as he looks me in the eye.
“Talk to me. What’s your favorite position?
I want to make this good for you.” With the way his neck muscles protrude, it’s clear he’s holding back, trying to keep himself in check.
I meet him thrust for thrust. “It’s good.”
With effort, he nods, wresting control to maintain his steady rocking. “What gets you off? I want to know.” Something like a whimper exits my mouth at I want to know, and he raises an eyebrow. “Is this it? You like me asking?”
I don’t know why I’m embarrassed to admit what I like, maybe because I’ve never had sex like this before.
I’m not just physically naked, but the way Sawyer watches me has me exposed in other ways too.
He’s asking things no one’s ever bothered to ask before, daring me to be vulnerable.
I shut my eyes, protecting myself from his probing gaze.
Then his mouth is on mine, giving me sweet kisses all the way to my ear.
“This gets me off, too.” He whispers. “Learning what turns you on. Why do you think I’m barely moving? I’m already close again. When I finally let go, I’m going to come so hard inside you.”
That pulls a moan from me. I scrape my fingernails down his sides, and he shudders.
“You like that? Knowing you turn me on so much I can barely last?”
“Yeah,” I breathe.
“It’s never been like this with anyone else. I’ve never wanted to do this with anyone. Brie, I want to be in your head, I want to know every one of your dirty thoughts.”
Something’s happening in the spot where we’re joined. A buildup I’ve never experienced before. It’s deeper inside me.
“No one’s ever made me lose control like you do,” he goes on.
Is he for real? I turn my head to look at him.
His face is coated in a sheen of sweat, and his hair falls over his forehead.
Every visible muscle is pulled taut, expression vulnerable as he continues to expose new pieces of himself to me.
It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, this way that he wants me.
I whimper as I clench tight around him, digging my fingers into his sculpted ass.
He mutters a swear, arms shaking. “You see what you do to me?”
“Sawyer.” I don’t understand what’s happening in my body. I don’t get how I can be thirty-two years old, with what I thought was a respectable sexual history, and suddenly feel virginal again, facing all these new sensations, body and mind.
“Fuck, I love my name on your tongue.” He pulls out almost all the way before slowly bringing himself home again. “Oooh fuck.” His eyes clamp shut for a second, then open just as quickly like he can’t bear to miss a thing. “You’re so wet. Do you hear it? Feel it between us?”
I do, and he sounds reverent. He really likes it.
I decide right now to lean into whatever’s happening here.
If he’s brave, I can be brave. My fingers rake into his hair, and I pull his mouth to me, relishing the groan in the back of his throat that has my stomach feeling like it’s at the top of a rollercoaster, ready to drop.
“Ask me again,” I say.
His eyes, dark with lust, gleam. “What gets you off, Brie?”
“You. This.”
The grin he gives me has my belly clenching, ready to free-fall. “That’s sweet. What else.” His hips shift, angling himself up as he continues his shallow thrusting.
“I like—” It’s hard to talk now, the heat in my core is coiled so tight. “I like when you talk—keeps me in the moment, out of my head. And I—I like knowing what I do to you.”
With a heave, he presses himself up, kneeling.
It changes the angle, hitting a pressure point that has my mouth open on a silent gasp.
Mouth quirking, he grips my hips tight careful of my cut, but he still isn’t fucking me.
It’s more of a grind. I’m a pot set over a low flame.
Eventually, I could boil over, but no sooner than Sawyer intends.
“You like knowing what you do to me? I’ll tell you what you do to me.” He hoists my legs up over the crooks of his elbows, and this angle is even better. “You make me hard again seconds after giving me the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”
His words hook into my core, adding to the mounting pressure.
“You drive me so crazy, Brie.” He thrusts into me harder.
“Oh god.” My walls spasm around him, begging for more.
He winces, and shifts me to one arm so he can wrap his hand around the base of his cock, squeezing.
And even though he’s stopped thrusting for a few seconds, that’s hot too, knowing he needs a break, knowing I did this to him.
He gives me a sheepish smile then grips my hips with both hands again.
This time he doesn’t hold back, fucking me in earnest with deep, punishing drives.
“I’m going . . . to try my hardest . . . to make you come. Just like this.” His words are jagged, like broken glass as his bruising fingers keep me in place. “If it doesn’t . . . happen . . . that’s okay. I love to eat you.”
His words vibrate through me. Bafflingly, permission to not come is what has my hands searching for purchase.
I grasp the edge of the hearth as my other hand grips the blanket.
Pressure builds, internal and deep like I’ve never felt.
But I don’t know how to do this. I’ve never come without clitoral stimulation.
It dawns on me this has been his plan the whole time. His singular goal as he winds me tighter and tighter, to give me something he knows I’ve never experienced.
He’s spoiling me for anyone else.
I will never recover from this.
The need to come corkscrews through me. His eyes flash like he knows. He doubles his efforts.
“Let go for me,” he says in a strangled voice.
That coil snaps in half. The rollercoaster finally drops from the apex and I’m free-falling as an orgasm from somewhere deep inside floods through my writhing body. I make loud, helpless sounds as he sees me through my climax, pumping into me.
A heavy, animalistic grunt vibrates through him, and then I feel the moment he spills.
It’s so erotic, so hot, another tremor shoots through me, eliciting another grunt from him.
My orgasm lasts a lifetime as I clench and unclench around him, gently continuing to grind against him from below to extend the sensations.
Finally, after eons have passed in which entire worlds have blinked in and out of existence in the universe, he flattens himself over me, his softening cock still inside. We’re both breathing hard, unable to speak for a long time.
Sawyer lifts up to kiss my forehead. “What the hell was that?”
Sleepy and sated, I smile against his chest. “Literally the best sex anyone has ever had.” Also, the most honest. I’ve never let go the way I did today with Sawyer.
I don’t just mean sex, either. I’ve never been unrestrained, completely open like this before, showing all of me to someone.
No one’s ever before made me feel like I could.
His chest rumbles beneath me. “Pretty sure the earth moved.”
Gently, he removes himself out of me and heads to the bathroom. I want to protest, but I’m still too fucking satisfied to muster the energy. After a moment he’s back. Then, I feel it. He’s delicately cleaning me with a warm, wet cloth.
When he’s satisfied, he adds logs to the fire, then lies down beneath the blanket, curling his body around mine, making me feel safe and cared for.