Chapter 51 Sawyer
SAWYER
She loves me.
The jacket falls to the floor, and her hands dive into my hair, scratching lightly at my scalp.
I pull her tighter to me, one hand splayed on the small of her back, the other cupping her neck, angling her so I can take her mouth deeper.
When she moans, I feel it in my soul. Her pleasure is my pleasure. All I want is to give her more.
I graze my nose along her throat, up to her ear, breathing her in.
A shiver runs through her, goosebumps forming on her neck. I nip at them. Her pleased little whimper is like a dopamine hit straight to my veins.
I bring my mouth to her ear. “I love your sounds.”
She pulls back, rich brown eyes searching mine. “I love you.”
My heart is too big for my chest. I’ll never tire of hearing that. I drop my hands to cup her ass and lift her. She wraps her legs around me like they belong there. When we pull apart, our eyes meet. Her mouth widens into a smile, happy and sweet.
I can’t help my own grin. “I’m so fucking happy, Brie.”
“Me, too.” She threads her fingers through my hair.
We’re still smiling when we draw together. Our teeth clack, making her laugh. Warm honey isn’t sweeter.
I turn and lay her gently on her bed, planting wet, sucking kisses down her neck, her collarbone, where her shirt cuts into her cleavage.
She rewards me with more moans, more whimpers, her body quivering at every touch—my every touch.
I move down to her belly, lifting her shirt, making her squirm and gasp as I tickle her with my lips, teeth, tongue, the stubble on my cheeks.
Before I can move lower, she tugs me up, circling her legs around my waist again.
I try frowning, but I can’t wipe my smile completely. “I have important work to attend to.”
“You have important work up here,” she says against my jaw. “Stay with me.”
She rocks her hips beneath mine, eyelids fluttering when she gets the friction she needs.
I trace my fingertips lightly up and down her side, tracing her bra, teasing her nipples, watching heat and need and satisfaction flow over her features.
I’d be happy to just do this the rest of the night, watch her take pleasure from me however she chooses, but I know she’s going to want more.
I try rolling off, give my hand room between us, but her legs are like a vise.
“I don’t have any condoms,” I say.
She bites her lip, a wicked gleam in her eye. “You told me you’re clean . . .”
Time stops. During the blizzard, I told her I was clean, an off-hand comment to give her peace of mind.
“That’s true,” I say.
Her nails scrape down my neck. “I’m clean, too. And I’m on birth control.”
But blood surges to my cock at her implication. “I’m going to need you to be more explicit, honey.”
She rocks her hips, shudders, and pulls my face down to hers. “I want you to come inside me, Sawyer. No barriers.”
My hips jerk involuntarily, making her laugh.
I press my forehead against hers. “I love when you talk dirty.”
But it’s more than that. It’s the meaning behind her words, the trust.
Her cheeks turn pink, and I love that too.
We’re in no hurry. We undress each other slowly.
I take my time caressing, teasing, kissing, drinking in her reactions, savoring every sound.
When the duvet’s thrown off the bed and we’re naked, lying side-by-side tangled in each other’s warmth, it feels like it did during the snowstorm.
Like we’re the only two people on Earth.
I could gaze into her eyes for an eternity, memorizing every detail, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
We’ve been naked before, but not like this, armor set aside.
Brie isn’t holding anything back. Just when I thought I couldn’t love her any more, my love for her grows.
I grip her thigh, pulling it up to my hip. “You’re so soft.”
She drags her hand over my chest, a corner of her mouth tilting up. “You’re so hard.”
My hand trails toward her warm center. I cup her gently, groaning at the feel of her. “You’re so wet.”
Her fingers blaze a path downward, finding my cock with her silky palm. She grips me loosely and pumps upward before focusing on the head and spreading my precum over the crown. She gets a goofy grin and says, “You’re so wet.”
A laugh bursts out of me, and I crush my mouth to her smiling one. It only takes a second before she’s kissing back in earnest. She tightens her hold on my cock and gives me shallow strokes, making my laugh die in my throat, replaced by a low, animalistic groan.
I never dreamed I could have all of Brie like this, where she’s sweet and funny and sexy all at the same time. Her complete self.
This is what it means to make love, to be with the right person.
As if she can read my mind, Brie says, “It’s real. This is love.”
I shake my head and begin rubbing tight, slow circles over her clit. “I can’t believe how lucky I am right now.”
“I’m the lucky—ooh.” Her sentence is interrupted by her own moan when I slide a finger inside, hitting her G-spot. There’s no resistance.
“Jesus, I love that you’re ready for me.”
“Always,” she breathes.
“This is new for me,” I say. “I’ve never gone without a condom before.”
“Same,” she says.
Wonder courses through me, that she wants this with me. It hits me all over again, how incredible and rare a love like this is, how we almost missed it.
I ease my finger out and line myself up at her entrance. “Good?”
“Yes.” She’s impatient now, and affection burns in my chest. I rub the head of my cock over her, teasing her clit. “Sawyer.”
I shudder at the way she says my name, throaty and needy, like I’m the only one who can give her what she needs. Gently, I push her onto her back and in one steady move, press into her wet heat. I groan, and her eyes roll to the back of her head.
When I’ve buried myself to the hilt, I grind myself into her, watching her face as I give her clit friction. Her hands come up to clutch my biceps, looking small.
“I feel you,” she sighs. “I feel everything.”
“Me too,” I mutter. I’ve never been this close with someone, able to feel every ridge, every tremor so perfectly. Knowing the same is true for her weaves arousal and desire through me.
I pull out almost all the way before coming home again.
“It’s never been like this,” I rasp.
Her mouth opens on a silent gasp, only single, unintelligible syllables escaping. A moment later, her walls squeeze, threatening my early release. Every muscle in my body tenses in an effort to hang on, give her what she needs, before I lose my mind completely.
It takes only a few more pumps. She quakes around my cock, body shivering beneath me as her fingernails dig into my arms. Her eyes are locked on mine. I cup her face and drag kisses along her jaw as she comes harder than any before.
When she stops shaking, she fists a hand into my hair, tugging until I meet her eyes. My thrusts grow erratic and jerky, control slipping as I give myself over to pleasure.
“I” —it’s a whimper, and she tries again— “I love you.”
Those three words from her mouth make it impossible for me to hold back anymore.
I drive myself into her again, basking in the way her walls continue to squeeze me tight.
I spill into her with a shudder, groaning into her mouth.
She moans my name. Another shiver runs through her, walls clenching tight as a second release washes over her.
“I love you,” I exhale into her neck as my hips slow to a gentle rock. “I love you.”
We’re both breathing heavily as I lie on top of her. I’m still inside her, and even though we’re both sated, it feels so good. Neither of us moves for a long time.
“Did you swim today?” she asks after a while, kissing my neck.
“First thing this morning, why?”
“I love the way you smell.”
Huffing into her neck, I say, “I love the way you smell. Pear and citrus.” I nuzzle into her more and inhale. “And sweat.”
A trickle of our mingled arousal drips out between us.
“The sheets are getting wet,” she says.
“Let’s run a load of laundry before we leave in the morning,” I say, still not moving.
“Where are we going in the morning?”
“Home.”