by K. C. Lynn
“Oh god!” cries and moans of pleasure spill from my lips. So many sensations flood me as his tongue moves in me skillfully. He eats me like he can’t get enough. I have no idea how much time passes, it could be seconds or minutes, I am too lost in it all to know or care. But all too soon that delicious tightening starts low in my tummy, I don’t know how Sawyer always seems to know when I’m close, but he does. Keeping me braced against the wall, with my legs over his shoulders, he reaches both his hands up and cups my breasts, tweaking and pinching my sensitive nipples, just bordering my pain threshold. When the sensation shoots to my clit he sucks the swollen bud into his mouth, which sends me over the edge.
I scream and sob out the intensity of my orgasm. Words leave my mouth, but I’m not really sure what because my mind and body is completely lost in oblivion. I’m pretty sure it was a whole lot of ‘Oh my gods’ and ‘Sawyers’ that spill past my lips. He keeps his mouth on me, drinking every bit of my pleasure, until I’m soft and limp.
As he removes his mouth from me, he drags his lips down the inside of my thigh, planting gentle kisses along my smooth skin. I figure I should remove my legs from his shoulders but my body feels too much like Jell-O to do much of anythin’ at the moment. Turns out I don’t have to worry about it though, because seconds later Sawyer brings my legs from around his shoulders. Instead of planting my feet on the ground, he wraps them around his waist as he stands up. Winding my arms around his neck, we stare at each other for a moment in the dark silence. Need consumes his gaze but so does something else, something that has my heart flaring with hope and flooding with warmth. Keeping one arm around his neck I bring my other hand up to cup the side of his face. I trace my thumb along his soft, warm lips before I bring my mouth to his. The kiss is tender, slow and long; so long that I have to reluctantly pull back to take a breath. Keeping my hand on the side of his face, I rest my forehead against his, “I want you, Sawyer… all of you.”
His eyes turn darker, which I didn’t think was possible. Without responding he carries me over to the big king-size bed, the whole time keeping his burning gaze trained on mine. Laying me down gently, he comes on top of me, his hot, hard body crushing my soft one. He leans in and kisses me with a desperation that matches my own. I run my hands all over his defined body, feeling his muscles flex wherever I touch. I moan when he cups my already sensitive nipples, but he applies just the right amount of pressure that it brings a whole new ache to life between my thighs. Lifting my hips, I grind myself against his jean-clad erection.
Cursing, he leans up on one arm and reaches between us with the other to undo his belt. I bring my hands down to help, desperately needing to feel him. As soon as his belt and button come undone I reach in and grasp him firmly, my hand isn’t big enough to fully wrap around him.
“Fuck!” he groans, pumping his hard, smooth cock into my hand. I watch his head fall back and his jaw clench with restraint. Leaning up, I trail my tongue along his neck down to his chest, until my lips come to rest over his seal tattoo. I bring my feet up to his hips and push his pants, along with his underwear, down his legs. Looking down between us, I watch as his strokes quicken while fucking my hand. Pre-cum leaks from the tip; taking my thumb I swirl it over the smooth tip.
“Shit!” he rips my hands away from him and pins them over my head. The wild look in his eyes has fire, and a little bit of apprehension, running through me. “Jesus, Grace, I’m trying so fucking hard not to rush this, but I’m not sure I can’t. I need you so goddamn bad.”
“Then take me,” the words slip past my lips without any thought, which I’m not sure is such a good thing.
Growling, he reaches down and hooks his arm under one of my knees, giving him more access to line himself up to my wet and aching entrance.
Suddenly he freezes, “Shit, the fucking condom. Jesus, I can’t believe I almost forgot.”
I grasp his hard biceps, stopping him before he can go retrieve one. He looks down at me in question. I lick my lips nervously, “Um, I’m on the pill and I’m clean,” he smirks when I say the last part, “so if you’re clean, well… we don’t really have to use one.”
That might be dumb of me to say, but I want nothing between us, I want everything I feel to be all him. I also believe Sawyer would always be honest with me and never jeopardize my health.
He rests his forehead against mine, “Yeah, baby, I’m clean. I have always used a condom before. So if you’re sure, Grace, then I want nothing more than to feel your sweet, hot pussy on my bare cock.”
His erotic words have me clenching in need. “Yes, I’m sure.”
He stares at me for another second before pressing a tender kiss to my forehead that has my heart melting, then raising up he drives himself deep inside of me with one quick thrust. Agony and ecstasy slam into me, stealing the breath from my lungs.
“Holy fuck!” Sawyer groans with pleasure.
My legs lock around his hips and my arms around his shoulders. Rising up, I bury my face in his neck, trying to breathe through the fullness of him being inside of me.
I feel him tense, “Shit! Grace, baby, are you okay?”
I nod my head in his neck still having a hard time catching my breath. “Look at me,” he wraps his hand in my hair and tugs my head back gently, “did I hurt you?” Concern replaces some of the heat in his gaze.
“I’m okay,” I say softly, “I just needed a second. I’m good now.”
“You sure?” he asks, unconvinced. I notice his arms begin to shake with restraint.
“Yes.” Then to reassure him, I wrap one leg around his back and raise my hips.
“Fuck!” Clenching his jaw he begins thrusting inside of me with slow, hard, delectable strokes.
Everything about Sawyer engulfs me: his scent, his taste, the feel of his hard body thrusting into mine. And it is the most perfect thing I have ever felt.
“Sawyer,” moaning his name, I arch my back with pleasure, my fingers digging into his broad and powerful shoulders.
“Look at me, Grace!” His harsh demand has me snapping my gaze to his. “Do you feel this, baby? Feel how perfect this is?” he asks, speaking the words I was just thinking moments ago. “No one is ever going to take this from us, you hear me? I will never let anyone fuck with this.” I suddenly realize he’s talking about earlier tonight. “You’re mine, Grace!” he growls possessively, “and I want to fucking hear you say it,” he demands, slamming into me harder.
I gasp, and whimper in pleasure, “I’m yours.”
“That’s right, baby, every sweet part of you belongs to me.”
I still, my heart skipping a beat. He has no idea what hearing those words just did to me, how much they mean to me. It was at this exact moment -after three long, painful years- that I realized I finally did belong to someone again. I belong to Sawyer. I don’t know for how long, but it doesn’t matter. Because belonging to someone, even if only for a short time, means everything to someone who has no one.
Raising my hand, I trace his soft firm lips, “And you belong to me,” I choke out through emotion that threatens to consume me.
I know my words to him probably don’t affect him the same way his did me, but I still want him to know, need him to know, how much I care about him.
His fierce expression softens and he stills deep inside of me, “Yeah, baby, we belong to each other.”
Before I can stop it a single tear escapes, he leans down and catches it with a gentle kiss that has my breath hitching with emotion. “Everything is going to be okay now, Grace, because as long as we have this, nothing and no one else matters.”
So many emotions are plaguing me at this moment it’s almost suffocating. Before I let them drag me under, I bring his mouth to mine, kissing him with everything I am, and everything I feel. The kiss turns from slow and affectionate to fast and heated, without realizing it my hips began to move under him restlessly.
Growling, he tears his mouth away from mine, “Jesus, you feel fucking incredible!”
Rising up on his arms he begins to move inside of me, a little harder and a little faster. I run my hands along his body, which is as hard as stone and damp with sweat. I can tell from his flexed jaw he’s still restraining himself.
Reaching up, I place my hand against his heart. “Stop holding back. I meant it when I said I want all of you,” I whisper softly, staring up into his fierce gaze. It is true; I don’t care at what intensity he takes me, as long as it is all of him.
I watch his eyes flash with uncertainty for only a minute before he makes the decision. Grabbing my hand that’s lying against his pounding heart he brings it to his mouth, giving the inside of my wrist a quick, yet tender, kiss before raising it above my head with my other one. “Grab onto the headboard, baby… tightly.”
I do what he says, grasping one of the slim metal poles. He places one of his hands just above mine, and the other under my knee. Then, without taking his gaze from mine, he starts pounding into me with an intensity that steals my breath and has me crying out in pleasure. I now understand why he told me to hold tightly, because if I didn’t I would have slammed into the headboard from the force of him. It’s raw, powerful and perfect. All too soon I feel my orgasm begin to build, but I try to hold it at bay, not wanting this to be over yet.
Sawyer smirks down at me knowingly, “I’m fucking nowhere near done with you, baby, so let it take you, because there’s still much more to come tonight.”
How does the arrogant son of a gun always know what I’m thinkin’? Before I can think too much about it he removes his hand from under my knee and brings it between our bodies, circling my clit, never slowing his pace.
“Oh god!” I whimper. My impending orgasm escalates to a whole new level.
“That’s it, baby, let it come, I want to fucking feel you squeeze around my cock.”
His erotic words have my orgasm crashing into me like a freight train. Ecstasy washes over me and Sawyer was right, I scream until my voice becomes hoarse from it.
“Fucking beautiful!” he growls just before his orgasm takes him. He buries his face in my neck and stills, spilling himself inside of me. Taking my hands off the headboard I wrap them around him, holding him as close as I can. His fast heartbeat pounds like a drum against my own, as we lay in a sweaty, tangled mess trying to catch our breaths.
“Jesus, Grace,” he mumbles in my neck. He doesn’t need to elaborate. I’m glad to know that what just happened between us was as monumental for him as it was for me.
Rising up, he gives me one of his sexy grins then plants a hard kiss on my mouth before pulling out. We both moan and I’m not sure what his is for, but mine is with disappointment, missing the connection of him inside of me. Rolling over, I go to get out of bed and clean up, but Sawyer wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me back against his hard body. “Where the hell do you think you’re going, Cupcake?”
“Um, to the bathroom?” I say it as more of a question.
“Not yet,” he mumbles into the back of my neck, giving me a kiss. “Why?” I ask confused.
“Because I’m not ready to let you go.”
My heart melts from his soft and sincere tone. Relaxing, I roll over to face him. He keeps his arm around my waist and pulls me into his body, my face only a couple inches from his sexy one. My hand raises to the scruff on his strong jaw, from a day without shaving.
His easy expression turns serious and I know he’s about to bring up what happened earlier. “Are we okay?”
I shrug, “I don’t know, are we?” He continues to stare at me, waiting for a better answer. I blow out a heavy breath, “We were just talkin’, Sawyer.”
His jaw flexes from clenching his teeth, “I don’t care. I didn’t fucking like it.”
I narrow my eyes, feeling my forgotten anger come back, “Well get over it! He was the only one who talked to me the whole night, I was not going to turn away his company.”
“He fucking came over to you just to piss me off!”
I remove my hand from his jaw, “Don’t you think I knew that right from the start? Give me some credit, Sawyer. I called him on it; he knew he wasn’t goin’ to succeed. So instead, he ended up staying and visiting with me for a whole different reason.”
He grunts not believing me. “I sat by myself for forty-five minutes, Sawyer, what do you expect?”
“How was I supposed to know that?”
“You would have known if you weren’t preoccupied with bicycle bitch,” I reply angrily. I know it was more than just that, but that bitch is all I can think about right now.
“Fuck that shit! I did not pay her any attention.”
“You might not have flirted back with her but you never pushed her away either, and to me that’s just as bad.” My throat begins feelin’ tight when I think about how long I sat there by myself tonight, watchin’ that crap. “You really hurt my feelins’ tonight, Sawyer,” I whisper thickly.
His angry expression softens and he pulls me close again. “I’m sorry, Cupcake, you’re right, I’m a dick. I should have checked on you, I’m not used to worrying about anyone but myself, this girlfriend shit is all new to me. I got caught up in conversations and I thought you would have come over to me.” I stare into his eyes that shine bright with regret and sincerity. “But know this, Grace, I was caught up with old friends, not that bitch. Not any chick for that matter. You’re the only one that matters to me.”
My hurt and anger dissipating, I wrap my arms around his neck and rest my forehead on his. “Is that what I am, Sawyer? Your girlfriend?” I ask softly, wanting to finally label whatever this is.
He brings his hand up, cupping the side of my face, “You’re more than that, Grace, way fucking more.”
Happiness blooms in my chest from hearing him say that. Grabbing his hand, that’s on the side of his face, I kiss his palm. “Me too,” I say thickly.
Sawyer smirks, then with lightening flash speed he’s on top of me again, pinning me down. “Good, now let’s makeup.”
I laugh, “Didn’t we just do that?”
“Yeah, but that was earlier, now we have to make up for this past one,” leaning down, he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
I moan and decide if this is what’s goin’ to happen every time Sawyer and I fight then we just may need to do it more often.
The next morning I’m pulled from the best sleep of my life by a loud squeal, “Oh my god, Sawyer, quick, wake up! You’re never gonna believe this!” Grace yells excitedly from somewhere in the house.
Looking over at the clock I see it’s only eight am. Jesus, what the fuck is she doing up so goddamn early? I just finished fucking her for almost eight hours for christ sakes.
Just the thought of that has my dick roaring to life again. Shit, I’m pretty sure I’m never going to have enough of this girl. Being inside her was the best fucking thing
I’ve ever felt. If I thought I was addicted to her before, that’s nothing to what I feel now.
I hear the front door open, pulling me from my thoughts. Wondering what the hell she’s doing I get out of bed and throw on my jeans from last night, forgoing my underwear. I don’t even bother with the button, because now that she woke my ass up I plan to be back inside her.
Walking out of the room, I turn to the right and head towards the living room, when a blast of cold air hits me from the front door being left wide open.
“Jesus, woman, what the hell are you doing?” I grumble, walking towards the open door. As soon as I get a view of outside I stop dead in my tracks at the sight before me.
It’s colder than shit and snowing like a motherfucker. And there’s my Cupcake, face tilted up to the foggy grey sky, her arms raised out at her sides, palms up, catching the heavy fat flakes like it’s fucking gold. She’s wearing nothing but my shirt from the night before, and what I’m assuming is my sister’s winter boots that go up to her bare knees.
Realizing my presence, she brings her gaze to mine and gives me the biggest fucking smile I’ve ever seen on
her. It’s like a blow to my chest; I swear it almost knocked me on my ass.
“Oh my gosh, Sawyer, ain’t it beautiful?”
“Yeah,” I say gruffly, not talking at all about the fucking snow. Leaning against the door jam, I watch her soak in something that was so simple to me but extraordinary for her. The heavy, white, sparkling flakes begin to coat her long, wavy blonde hair, and fall to her eyelashes. She is the most beautiful fucking sight I have ever seen.
Realization strikes deep: that the sad girl I met a few months ago, has a smile now that radiates true happiness, one I’ve never got to experience until now. And I decide right this very second that I will spend the rest of my life making sure she smiles like this every day.
When she looks at me again her nose is pink and she crosses her arms over herself. “Holy shit it’s cold!” she laughs, jumping up and down.
“Damn straight it is. Now get your sexy ass in here and get in the shower, we have plans.”
“We do?” she asks, confused, “where are we goin’?”
“It’s a surprise!”
She graces me with another beautiful smile, and runs into the house, launching herself at me. I catch her easily as her legs wrap around my waist and my hands cup her tight, sexy ass. “Jesus Christ, woman, you’re cold.”
“You have a surprise for me, Sexy Sawyer?” she asks with excitement, ignoring my cold comment.
“Yeah, baby, it’s in my pants.” Her smile falters and she slaps at me playfully.
I laugh, “I’m kidding, well kind of. I will give you that surprise later, but I do have one before that.”
“What is it? Tell me,” she asks impatiently.
“You’ll see soon. Come on, we’re hitting the shower,” I start walking us towards the bathroom. She kisses my jaw on the way there and I decide that the later surprise is going to come first.
An hour later I’m pulling up to the rink. “You have another hockey game?” Grace asks, confused.
