“Come here,” I said, shoving my jeans down past my knees, I stood up, took them off and gripped her upper arms. Yanking her to her feet I spun her around and shoved her onto the couch, my hands immediately landing on the waistband of her yoga pants. In one fluid movement, I stripped them to her ankles.
When they got snagged in her shoes, I fumbled clumsily with the straps until the strappy-heeled footwear fell to the floor and tugged the yoga pants off, casting them to the floor.
“Oh, Sawyer,” she breathed, her chest heaving in short sharp pants of expectation. My pure carnal desire must have been oozing from every pore, and in my desperation I made for her legs.
“‘Oh, Sawyer’ is right,” I said in warning, my tone unable to mask how frustrated I felt by then. I fought to rein in the animal within me as I hooked one arm under her knee and then the other. Lifting her legs, I rotated her hips outward, splaying her wide for me. My heart was beating so fast I felt my pulse in my throat.
Taking a breath for control, I dropped to my knees and stared at her perfect pussy. “Mine,” I said, letting go of her right leg and scoring my two fingers firmly down her slit.
“Oh, God,” Billie moaned, her head lifting free from the couch in surprise.
“God is a better bet, darlin’, you better start praying because I’m gonna make you beg and scream until you pass out for what you just did to me.”
Billie’s eyes widened again, the rapid pulse in her neck and her staccato breathing sure signs she was riled and needy. Sliding my fingers down her wet and ready seam, I buried two inside her cunt and curved them up, finding the little magic spot that made her come undone in a few unsteady beats.
Rubbing it fast, I felt her pussy walls tighten in less than a minute as her legs quivered and shook right before she fell apart. As I predicted she screamed loudly, the sound echoing around the large room with the sudden and unexpected orgasm that tore through her. Grabbing my wrist, her hand clamped down tight in her effort to stop the sweet punishment she received.
“You want to play fast and rough? Then you’ve got a few lessons coming your way, my girl,” I stated playfully, before removing my fingers and leaning forward as I prepared to rise from my knees.
I couldn’t resist being near her sweet cunt without tasting it and quickly dipped my head, took her clit in my mouth, and stretched the skin until it fell from my lips with a pop. “I could spend all day between your legs,” I murmured, and quickly licked her from back to front again before taking her in my mouth.
I gave her clit another sharp suck and heard her breath hitch as I slid my tongue down and grinned against her sweet juicy entrance before I suddenly tongue fucked her until her body convulsed uncontrollably, and she came apart again.
In her blissful desperation, her hands fisted my hair, grabbed at my wrist, and clawed at the cushion beneath her as she held on tight while her sweet slick nectar coated my lips, my mouth, and my tongue.
“You have a lot to learn, darlin’, don’t mess with me when I want control, I’ll find a way to get it,” I told her, chuckling. My briefs and socks disappeared in a blur and I stood naked before her.
“God, you’re beautiful,” she muttered quietly, lying half on the couch, an arm flung casually above her head, her hair in a messy half-up half-down hairdo that looked far sexier than it had all smooth when she’d gone to work that morning. Seeing her body naked from the waist down, the top half still dressed in her sports top and jacket, I decided she should stay like that to remind me how raw and desperate this session needed to be after the half-hearted attempts we’d had during the previous week.
I stood in front of her and took my hard dick in my hand, it ached beyond anything comfortable and I tugged at it slowly and firmly, to ease the desperation to devour her once she let me inside.
“I love watching you do that,” she disclosed, her voice so soft I almost had to strain to hear.
“Yeah?” I asked, tipping my chin for her to play with herself.
“I don’t usually—”
“You do now,” I told her, nodding for her to do as I said. Taking my lead she moved her hand from above her head and went to place it on her clit.
“No … the other hand, leave that one where it is,” I ordered.
“But I’m right-handed,” she protested, and I chuckled.
“I want you to do it with your left hand,” I told her, and she did as I asked. “You need to learn to pleasure yourself with both,” I told her and watched her frustration when I could tell it didn’t feel quite right for her.
I watched as she circled her clit and after a short while I leaned over, pressing my fingers over hers, guiding her fingers around and around, and giving her the greater contact and pace to get herself off. As she began to look restless my patience ran out and I flipped her onto her front and dragged her ass closer to me.
Stroking my thick cock from her ass to her entrance, I felt how warm and wet she was. Repeating my action, I knew I couldn’t take another minute of this torture and pushed myself inside. “Oh, fuckkkk,” I muttered, drawing the word out until my balls slapped her skin and my cock sank inside of her, down to its root.
“Ah, oh, Sawyer,” she moaned, her ass wiggling back toward me, her pelvis tilting upward to take me that last inch deeper, and I lost it.
Fucking her harder than I’d ever taken her before, I slapped her ass playfully, gripped her hips until my fingertips blanched, and allowed some of the raw carnal feelings from my frustration to take over. Seeing Billie’s fingers open and close as she tried to find traction on the smooth velvet couch was a turn-on in itself. Either side of her head was marked with score tracks from where her fingernails had traced.
Leaning forward, I grabbed her hair, and yanked it back. “Look at me,” I demanded, her head turning until I saw half her face. “More,” I ordered and saw her head tilt all the way back. With my cock buried deep inside her, I kissed her upside down mouth, my tongue sweeping inside and exploring erotically from this unusual angle.
After a minute I knew she was uncomfortable, so I pulled out, stood, and turned us around until I was sitting on the couch beneath her and she was astride me. This time she grabbed my cock, positioned me, and sank herself onto me.
“Fuck me,” I told her, this time meaning it in every sense of the word, as I slid her jacket from her shoulders, peeling it away. Shoving her top and bra above her breasts, I drew in a deep breath and took in her delicate bare flesh on display.
“Damn, you are the sexiest, sweetest tasting woman I’ve ever met.”
Seeing a wild look of desire in her eyes as she undulated her hips back and forth in frustration, I decided to give her a hand by slipping my fingers between her legs, circling her clit again and again, as she ground down on me until I felt her tighten around my cock. Seconds later, I felt her walls close around me until she suddenly stopped moving, and her body locked up tight.
“Oh, mmm,” she moaned, before the sweet sound of ecstasy that tore from her lips as her body convulsed in bliss became the final straw for me and my own light-headed orgasm unexpectedly ripped through my body.
I fucked her for as long as my own body could take it, and only then did I allow my beautiful woman to collapse on top of me. Heaving breathlessly, she lay, her heart beating as strong and slow as mine in her post-orgasmic state. Tenderly, I stroked her head, smoothed down her silky dark hair and chuckled. “Damn, that’s better. Sorry, darlin’, but you have no idea how much I needed that.”
Chapter Five
Sitting in the warmth of the jacuzzi part of the way through January may have appeared crazy, but gazing up at the winter night’s sky had been worth every minute.
“I mentioned my list earlier, do you want to hear it or do you just want me to surprise you with it?”
“What list?”
“Things to keep us engaged as a couple. With all the shit in our daily lives, it can feel hard to get close to you.”
“I’m sorry …” she started.
“No, I’m not complaining. I just want to keep doing things to maintain this awesome connection we have.”
“Such as?”
“I thought you didn’t want to know?” I teased.
“I do and I don’t. Can you give me a few examples of what you mean?”
“Every time we enter an elevator we have to kiss. Doesn’t matter who’s in there with us, we have to kiss.”
She frowned. “What about Colby.”
“Naturally if he’s there, it’s a peck on the cheek,” I mumbled, unperturbed by her question.
“Okay, if we’re at a party and not together in a crowded room and our eyes meet, we connect. No matter who’s there, we need to stare at one another for a good twenty seconds before we can continue with our respective conversations. For that short time, we are the only people present.”
“Aw, that’s romantic,” she gushed, her nose wrinkling cutely.
“See, that’s what I mean.”
“Okay, what else?”
“We each get one instance per week to demand something of the other.”
“Like?”
“I can’t think now, but you’ll get the hang of it when I’ve done something. You have to have your own ideas, or else what’s the point?” She chuckled. “Oh, I know, we’ll have secret code words and if we’re standing together in conversation when someone says them we need to react.”
“Such as?” She pondered, her brow creasing like she had no idea.
“Say someone says the word …” I thought for a moment. “Midnight or hot, then we need to reach out and touch one another.”
She smirked. “Okay, but we’re not grabbing one another’s butts.”
I grinned and nodded. “And we have to watch porn together … at least once a month. Not too often or it’ll feel samey,” I added.
Sitting up straight with her cheeks pink, she turned to look at me like I’d told her to ride naked down 5th Avenue on a white horse like Lady Godiva. “I don’t have enough confidence to do that.”
“Sure, you have, and it’ll help you get rid of any hang-ups you have around sex. And when it becomes a normal part of life, I want you to share the ones that turn you on the most.” Her horrified gaze fell and she looked into the water. Placing my index finger under her chin, I tilted it up and made her look back at me. “Trust me, Billie, it’ll be fun.”
She gave me a half-smile, like she wasn’t sure, and I kept eye contact with her as I pressed my lips to hers. Breaking the kiss, I smiled warmly to reassure her. “I’m going to be on tour for part of the year, darlin’, and I want to feel close to you when I’m gone.” She considered this for a moment and nodded.
“Okay, you’re right, I’ll try,” she agreed.
After went inside we showered and once she had rubbed herself down with the towel, Billie began to pull on a sweater and some pants from the small weekend bag I had packed for her.
“Nope,” I said, snatching them from her grasp. “From now on, when we’re alone, you wear lingerie or a small chemise top and panties. I don’t want to snuggle with all this material in the way. If you don’t mind, I want to feel my woman in my arms.”
“Do I get a say?” she asked.
“Yeah, of course.”
“Then you’ll be topless and wearing cotton boxer briefs. Not the hard cotton kind, the shape hugging ones.”
“Done.” I chuckled. “And if we get cold, we can snuggle under a blanket … get frisky under there too if the mood takes us … like anytime you want, darlin’,” I added with a soft laugh. The coy smile she rewarded me with melted my heart.
I’d never been with anyone so genuinely shy, and in Billie’s case I knew she was way out of her comfort zone, but I loved that she had continued to try to push her boundaries.
Taking my lead, that’s exactly what my girl did, and once we were semi-naked we snuggled up by the large modern ornate gas fire in the sitting room.
As we waited for our takeout food to arrive from my favorite Thai restaurant in town, I tried to pin Billie down to a date for our wedding. Once she’d agreed to marry me, I hadn’t wanted to let the date drift.
“How soon?” I asked.
“Soon?” she asked, because she had no idea what I was thinking.
“Are you going to marry me?”
“What about next new year?”
“No,” I said, stiffening and glancing down to look at her disappointed. “Too long. What about next month?” I suggested, meaning it.
“Sawyer, I haven’t even told Logan yet,” she protested in a tired tone.
“Are we going to manage our lives around that man? I don’t think so, Billie. He had his shot and he fucked it up. I’m not going to be controlled by someone who doesn’t really care about you.”
“Is that what you think, he doesn’t care?”
“No, I take that back, he cares because he wants you back, wants his old life back, because the new one he took isn’t what he thought it would be. Now that’s not a slur against you, Billie, it’s his old life he wants, not another chance with you and Colby in particular.”
I knew I sounded harsh, but I had promised her honesty and saw her consider my response. “You think he and Poppy aren’t going to last?” she asked, her voice alarmed and full of concern.
“They never were. A man like Logan needs someone who’ll put him first … always. From what’s been said, it sounds as if Poppy is the feminine version of him. I bet they clash all the time because neither knows how to compromise.”
“Is that what you think I did while I was with him?”
“Yes, because you loved him and are very giving. You wanted him to be happy.”
“Hmm, I didn’t analyze the dynamic of our relationship in that way,” she said, her mind lost in her thoughts for a few minutes.
“Next month?” I probed again.
“No, Sawyer, that’s too soon.”
“Why? We’re engaged, which means we already know we’re committed. Colby’s already found us in bed together. Hell, he’s already cockblocked me a few times, and I didn’t kill him and stuff him in a cupboard somewhere, so I’ve been tested as family.” Billie chuckled at my joke.
“I want a little time,” she replied, tilting her head on my chest to look up at me.
“Time for what? To talk yourself out of it?”
“Is that the reason you want to marry me quickly, because you think I’ll change my mind?”
I considered her question and searched my thoughts honestly before I answered.
“I’m not going to lie, perhaps there’s a little part in me that thinks you may get cold feet, but I hadn’t thought about it until you asked this just now. However, that isn’t the driving force for my feelings. I really want you and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“What you mean is you need what we have to be validated in a legal sense.”
“Yeah, I suppose that’s it, which is weird because I never felt the need to be married before. But maybe I need the extra security of knowing you can’t just disappear.”
“Does this go back to Charlotte?” she asked, sitting up to look at me. “Would you be doing this for the right reason? Was the real reason you asked me to marry you about your own insecurity? If you’d been married to Charlotte, do you think she’d have cheated on you?”
“It didn’t stop Logan,” I replied and saw how much my words stung her, but it was the truth as I saw it. “My belief is that if someone’s a cheater then they were always open to temptation. This has nothing to do with Charlotte but everything to do with how much I love you, how I felt after I left you in the wine bar that day. Now since I found you, and learned more about you, I never want to lose you. Being married to you is showing my commitment to you and to tell the world I have no need for anyone else.”
“Which is the correct answer,” she said, patting my chest with a beautiful smile. “Sawyer, I love you, and I love you more than I ever knew I could love any man, which
is crazy considering what I’ve gone through in the past couple of years. My feelings overwhelm me at times when I think about you. Which is why I need a little time before we get married. There are insecurities on my side too. It’s not even a year since my divorce. I want …”
“What do you want? A year, five? What is a respectable time for a divorcée to wait to get married again?” I blurted out, thinking perhaps she wasn’t as certain about this after all.
“Three months. May wedding?”
“Three months is late April,” I reminded her.
“How about May 3rd?” she countered, smiling.
“I can live with that,” I told her, knowing she had made the concession.
“Where will we live?” I asked, knowing I preferred my place over hers.
“There’s Colby’s school to consider,” she offered, with a shrug.
“There is, but I’d rather not live in the same house where you have unhappy memories of being married to somebody else.” Billie stared at me for a moment and swallowed like she hadn’t considered leaving her house, like it was the final part of the old life she’d known. I relented when I thought there may be some happy times too. “I get you made happy memories in your home …”
“It’s not that,” she argued quickly. “It’s my security,” she exclaimed.
For a second I sat stunned, a little unsure of the connotation her statement suggested. “What are you saying, Billie? You need to spit it out for me.”
“What if I sell it and we don’t work out? I’m not thinking like this for myself, I’m thinking about it as a mom, for Colby.”
I shifted her off my knee and stood up, ran my hands through my hair and paced in front of the fire. “Why won’t we work out, Billie? Your thinking and mine are very different. Let me explain what I see this relationship is about, and at the risk of sounding like Logan, let me tell you what I want from this.”
“Don’t, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, it’s just that …”
“Let me finish. What I want is to wake up each day and see my beautiful wife happy because she’s with me. I want her and her son to feel loved and secure. I want us to live in a place where we can build memories of our own and forget the horrible times you’ve endured because the man you both trusted let you down.”
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