But he didn't want it.
He moved lower. His hand dragged my bra down and his lips closed around my nipple, sucking hard, making my entire body jolt at the unexpected surge of desire.
"Oh my God," I groaned, my hand sliding into his hair, holding him to me.
He sucked harder before releasing my hardened bud, sucking in his breath, making cool air wash over my wet nipple. His tongue moved out and continued the torment until my panties were soaked and my sex was clenched so hard that it was acutely painful, a throbbing, awful thing that needed attention, needed fulfillment.
His head moved over my chest and worked my other nipple, making me writhe, impatient.
"Sawyer, I need..." I started, sucking in a breath as his teeth bit my nipple hard.
"Shh," he said, tongue tracing over the sensitive bud. "I know how to touch you, baby," he said and the words made my stomach quiver deliciously.
His lips kissed across the sensitive underside of my breast then between, moving a path down my belly. One of his hands slid under my knee, pulling until it was freed from my body weight. He did the same with the other until I was flat on the mattress. His teeth snagged the tag of the zipper and pulled it down to where it ended right in the center of my panties.
I didn't even realize his intention before I felt his mouth on me over my panties, his tongue moving out to slide between my lips and claim my clit, working it in fast, hard circles until my hands were fisted in his hair and my hips were rising up to meet his mouth.
I felt the telltale tightening, my entire body tense for release.
But his mouth left me just in time to stop the orgasm, resting his chin on my belly and smiling up at me as I let out a loud grumble.
"Not until you're screaming," he informed me, moving up to straddle my waist. He reached down, moving the material over my shoulders and I had to roll to the side slightly to free one arm, then the other and releasing my bra, leaving me exposed to my hips, my nipples hard. Sawyer's gaze was on my face though, his eyelids heavy. "Fucking beautiful," he murmured and my heart felt like it swelled in my chest. "The second I saw you, knew I could live a fucking thousand years and not find a woman half as perfect as you."
"Sawyer," I said, shaking my head slightly, uncomfortable.
"Nope," he said, leaning down, planting a kiss between my breasts. "You're gonna listen. I don't care if your cheeks go red and your stomach feels weird and you want to hide your face and never look at me again. You're going to listen," he informed me, his tongue tracing up my neck, then my earlobe. The next words had his warm breath on my ear, making me shiver. "Wanted you right then and there. More than I have wanted a woman in a long time. Took every bit of willpower I got, and babe, I got a fuckuva lot, to keep my dick from getting hard like a horny teenager as I thought about bending you over my desk and taking you from behind."
"Please..."
"Mmhm," he murmured, nipping my earlobe. "There will be plenty of begging, but right now, I'm talking," he informed me, voice a bit deeper, rougher than usual. "Fucking sexiest eyes I've ever seen," he told me, his lips pressing in at the edge of my eye near my temple. "And these lips, just begging to be kissed and bit and slide around my cock," he went on, running his tongue over my lower lip. "This hair that I will have wrapped around my fist later." His fingers gently tucked a strand behind my ear.
"These tits," he went on, rubbing his stubble across one, making my nipple harden again, causing another rush of wet to meet my panties. "Not too small, not too big, just fucking right. And so fucking sensitive," he told me, rolling his tongue over my nipple as my breath hissed out of me. "See?"
He pushed up and onto his ankles again, grabbing my pajamas and pulling, making me lift up my hips so he could slide the material down my legs, pulling them up in the air in the process. He threw the onesie to the floor and nipped into the side of my ankle before spreading my legs and pressing them down and wide on the mattress.
"These legs. Going on forever," he mused, watching as his fingers moved up my inner thighs, making my legs instinctively snap up, my feet pressing into the mattress. "Then," he said, giving me a wicked smile as he reached down suddenly and pushed me onto my belly, "there's this ass."
His fingers whispered down my spine and up over my butt. Then he moved in over and behind me, his hips pressing against my ass, making his hard cock hit me where I needed him most.
"Please," I demanded again, my hands curling into the comforter on the bed, my ass grinding up against him shamelessly. He obliged me, thrusting his cock against me, making me let out a loud moan.
"Not yet," he told me. "You're only making this harder on yourself," he added and I didn't care. I was too far gone to think of anything but how much I needed to come, to feel him hit my clit at the perfect second or slam inside me.
I needed it like I needed to take my next breath.
Hell, maybe even more.
He pushed his cock against me again, this time rocking it side to side as my voice hitched. "Oh my..."
"Nuh-uh," he said, pulling away.
He chuckled as I whined, collapsing back down, feeling defeated.
Then his tongue was sliding down my spine from the back of my neck to the waistband of my panties. I felt the brush of his teeth as he bit the material in the center and started pulling it down over my ass. I pushed up slightly on my knees so he could keep moving it down my ass and thighs, until it was discarded off my feet.
There was nothing for a long second. The bed shifted and I felt his teeth bite hard into my left ass cheek. But I didn't even get a chance to register that sting before I felt his hands press my thighs out and his tongue slide down my slit toward my clit, sucking it into his mouth hard.
A shocked squeak escaped my lips as my inner thighs trembled slightly.
I tucked my arm under me and tried to roll, wanting to be on my back, wanting to look down on him. He lifted my thigh as I did so, putting it over his shoulder, his mouth never losing contact with my clit through the move. As soon as I settled, my hand going into his hair, my hips arching up toward him, his teeth nipped into the sensitive bud slightly, the sting enough to make my legs shoot out and my hand to slam down on his head. But his lips pressed a kiss there and the sweetness of it made me quickly release my worried breath as his tongue moved down my cleft. Then his tongue curled and slid inside me. His eyes opened from that position, watching me as his tongue started thrusting in and out of me, mimicking the friction I truly needed.
His hand moved up, his thumb pressing into my clit as he kept fucking me with his mouth, as I was pretty sure I started to get dumb with need.
My walls started to tighten around his tongue and I lost it, as I suspected I would.
"Never could have guessed your pussy would be so sweet," he told me, pressing his lips into mine, his tongue moving in immediately, sharing the taste with me.
But only for a short minute before he pressed back onto his ankles and finally reached for his own shirt, pulling it off without any ceremony. My eyes moved over him, taking in every firm line, every cut of chest and abdominal muscles, looking perhaps a moment too long at the cuts to the sides of his hips that half-disappeared into his jeans.
As if sensing the train of thought, his hands went to his button and zip and worked them through and down, leaving a glorious little V open for a minute before he grabbed the material at his hips and yanked it down, leaving him in tight black boxer briefs, his hard cock straining against the material. He didn't waste any time with that either, snagging the waistband and pulling it down until his cock was in full, glorious view.
There were two types of women- ones who thought cocks were gross and the ones who thought they, when you really wanted someone, were the most impressive things in the world.
And, well, I really wanted Sawyer.
His cock was long and thick, the head perfectly smooth, just slightly more pink than the hard shaft. A small drop of precum was beaded there and I wanted so badly to taste him.
"Like this," I agreed, never having given head in that position. Though, judging by the porn I'd seen, it was certainly a favorite of the male sex- to fuck a woman's mouth. I wasn't even thinking of it that way, as naughty or new or anything. All I was thinking was I wanted him in my mouth, I wanted him to lose control again.
His body shifted up and his hips tipped down, his cock pressing into my lips and I opened them around him, licking the head, tasting his precum on a moan, as he slid inside.
I had always been in control of head before. I had always set the pace and the depth and the motion.
Somehow, as Sawyer's cock slid deep, making me gag once, then pausing as my reflex relaxed, and sliding fully until I felt his cock press into the back of my throat, somehow I was more turned on than I knew was possible.
My hands went around him, grabbing his ass, as his hands planted at the edge of the bed and he started to slowly pull his cock back out. Only halfway, then just as slowly going back down. I heard myself moan in response, my thighs pressing together, and he made a growling noise in response.
"Fuck," he hissed, his control finally snapping, as he started thrusting into my mouth faster, harder, his precum coating my tongue and sliding down my throat. "Fuck," he said again, pulling back. And I knew he was pulling away so I closed my mouth tight around him as he pulled, his cock leaving my lips with a small pop that made him exhale a deep breath as he looked at the ceiling for a second, seeking his lost control.
By the time his gaze lowered again, I realized he had it.
"Jesus fucking Christ, babe," he said. "Almost fucking came down that throat of yours," he told me, shaking his head.
"That's okay," I said back, licking a bit of his taste from my lower lip.
"Sometime, yeah. I am going to fucking love shooting it down your throat, knowing my cum was sliding inside you. But not tonight. Tonight, you still owe me some begging."
"Sawyer, please," I said, shaking my head.
"Yeah, like that. But much more desperate," he said with a devilish little smile as he moved back down toward me, his bare chest pressing against mine. And my traitorous nipples hardened, pressing into him, making his eyelids get heavier as he pushed half to my side, putting all his weight there so his one hand was free.
He moved it down my throat, over my clavicle, over my breast, my ribs, my side. It was sweet, soft, loving.
One minute, he was fucking my mouth hard and rough, the next he was touching me like he was marveling at every single goosebump he brought out.
Maybe he was.
Add that to the list of about a thousand reasons Sawyer was shaping up to be the best man I knew.
"Oh," I hissed, surprised, when I felt his finger slide inside me. I hadn't even realized he stopped inspecting me until I felt him inside me, until his finger pushed in fully and stayed there.
My gaze went to his and he was watching me closely as he slowly started thrusting in and out of me. Another finger slid inside, just a twinge uncomfortable seeing as my body hadn't known any kind of invasion in well over a year. As if sensing that, his fingers thrusted lazily for a long minute before I felt them spreading apart slightly inside me, widening me a little, making it so it wouldn't pinch when his cock finally slid inside me. His fingers crooked inside me and started raking over the top wall, hitting my G-spot with expert precision.
"Sawy..." I started, my voice getting caught.
"Mmm," he murmured, planting a kiss to my temple. "Almost..."
My thighs pressed closer together as I rolled onto my side, my leg going over his hip, my face burying in his neck, closing my eyes tight as I breathed him in, letting the moans come freely.
His fingers stayed inside me as he rolled onto his back, pulling me onto his chest, then moving to sit up, then get on his knees, holding me tight as he moved up toward the headboard. He lowered me down gently, his fingers starting their thrusting again.
The tightening started again and his brow raised.
"Sawyer, please," I begged, desperation seeping into every syllable.
"There it is," he said, smiling slightly as he pulled his fingers from me, reaching into my nightstand and fetching a condom that I had no idea lived in there.
He sat back and slid it on, watching me intensely as he lowered back down and positioned himself between my legs. His cock pressed against my cleft and my legs wrapped around his back, pulling him tightly against me as my hands moved up his back to land just under his shoulders, pulling his chest flush to mine.
His hips shifted and his cock moved toward the entrance, pressing hard there and my eyes closed as I let out a satisfied sigh; I was finally getting what I needed.
"Open your eyes, Riya," he demanded, his voice a little strained. "I want to watch as I slide inside you for the first time."
My sex clenched again and my eyes opened. The second they did, his hips pressed forward and his cock thrust inside me- one long, thick, smooth stroke all the way to the hilt.
"Fucking perfect," he said, his voice barely audible.
But I heard. And I agreed.
Perfect.
Nothing had ever felt quite so perfect before.
"No," he commanded softly as I felt my eyes flutter closed again. "Look at me, Riya," he said as he pulled back and smoothly thrust forward again, making my chest arch up as my legs pulled him tighter. "I want to watch you come," he told me as his movements got just a little bit quicker, but not hard, not rough. It was...
Hell, there was only one term for it that fit.
It was making love.
And it had been so long since I knew that feeling that I felt a sting of tears in my eyes as my sex tightened, as I felt the first tight, hard pulsation.
"There babe," he said softly. "Right there. Let go. I got you."
I let go, eyes on his.
And I came harder than I knew was possible. My entire body went impossibly taut for a long minute before a tremor wracked its way through me, a tortured cry of his name escaping my lips as the waves crashed through me, a seemingly never-ending tide of pleasure that he kept rocking into me through, dragging it out, intensifying it.
Then, as the pulsations slowed, he buried deep and came with my name on his lips.
His body came down on mine, his head next to mine.
And as soon as his body slackened, his face shifted and he planted a kiss to my temple where one of the tears had escaped.
There it was again.
Perfect.
It was utterly terrifying.
And as he slid out of me a while later, I found the moment oddly metaphoric. Because my body ached at the loss.
I could only imagine how much it was going to hurt when I eventually lost him.
He came back a moment later, head cocked to the side, watching me for a long moment. I hadn't bothered to cover up. What was the point? He had already seen and touched every inch of me.
Whatever he found made him shake his head with a small smile as he moved toward the bed.
"Don't let fear make you overthink shit, Riya," he told me as he pulled the comforter hard so it slid out from under me. We both climbed under and he surprised me by reaching for me, pulling me up and onto his chest, his arm tight around me. "You end up missing out on good shit that way."
Those were the last words spoken that night.
He fell asleep about ten minutes later after writing things across my back with his fingertips. Try as I might, I couldn't seem to make out what the words were.
I, however, didn't sleep, not for a long time.
Because he was right; I was scared.
I was so incredibly scared it was nearly crippling.
See, I had known men before. I had dated men for long enough for the sex to range from making love to fucking to borderline kinky and back again. I had thought I had felt it all.
But it was dif
ferent. The entire experience with Sawyer was overwhelming. It took over my entire body, my mind, my soul, my everything. I had never felt so open and exposed but somehow safe all at once. I trusted him to take care of me even laid bare both literally and metaphorically.
And he did.
Of course he did; he was an all-around amazing person.
He had done nothing since we met but look out for me. Then he had gone ahead and given me literally the best night of my life. Even there, on his chest, under his sleep-heavy arm, my body so sated from sex that it felt too numb to move, I felt the surge of tears again. I closed my eyes tight and deep-breathed them away.
I had had the best night and the best sex of my life with a man I had only known a week.
It made no sense.
The best sex of your life and the best night of your life were supposed to belong to the person you had been with for a long time, that you loved to your soul.
But there was no denying it was the best of both of those things for me.
Fear was like a coiled snake in my belly, ready to lash out and strike, shaking and shimmying like a rattler at the very idea of danger being near.
Sawyer was right.
I was bitter.
Bitter was like a weed; if you let it grow, it would trip you up somewhere along the road.
And if I let it wrap around my ankle and send me face first to the ground, he was right again about it making me miss out.
Several hours, and no closer to any rational decision about how I was supposed to act and how I was supposed to feel, I slowly drifted off to sleep with the new and novel idea to me, to not think about it at all, to just act and feel as I did in the moment.
I know. Crazy, right?
SIXTEEN
Riya- 7 days
I woke up alone, the spot next to me still warm and my Valentine's Day teddy bear propped up against the pillow where Sawyer had been. I reached for it with a smile, the gesture sweet and just the right kind of cheesy. I pulled it to me and squeezed it for a second before slowly getting out of bed. It was right about then that I saw my new robe he had bought me hanging on the back of the door.
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