Page 54 of Searching Blind

“Did she listen?” he asked.

Lucy laughed. “Yes. Poor girl’s not happy about being left out.”

Sawyer grinned, trailing his fingers along her collarbone. “She’ll survive.” His mouth followed his fingers, leaving a scalding trail over her skin. “I’m not stopping what we’re doing for anything short of the apocalypse at this point. Now where were we?”

“I think you were about to undress me.”

“Ah, yes.” He lifted her enough to find the clasp of her bra, deftly unhooking it. He pulled it away, revealing her breasts to the cool night air. His calloused palms cupped the soft mounds, thumbs grazing over her pebbled nipples and eliciting a gasp from her.

“You’re so soft,” he murmured against her skin as he trailed open-mouthed kisses down her sternum. “So perfect.”

Lucy arched into his touch, nails digging into his shoulders as jolts of electric desire shot straight to her core. Her hips rocked up, seeking friction against the impressive bulge straining his boxers.

Sawyer left a trail of scorching kisses down the valley between her breasts, his stubble scraping deliciously against her sensitive skin. His lips closed around one rosy peak, swirling his tongue and sucking gently, drawing a keening moan from deep in her throat. His hand palmed her other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers until she was panting and writhing beneath him.

“Sawyer, please,” she breathed, desperation coloring her voice. The ache between her thighs was becoming unbearable. She needed him, all of him, now.

He released her nipple with a wet pop, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. “Please what, sweetheart? Tell me what you want.”

She grabbed his wrist and guided his hand down her body to the waistband of her pants. “Touch me.”

He popped open the button of her hiking pants and tugged down the zipper with deliberate slowness, his knuckles brushing against her lower belly and making her shiver with need. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and peeled them down. His hands caressed back up her legs, his calluses rasping deliciously along her sensitive flesh.

When he reached the apex of her thighs, he paused, his fingers hovering just shy of where she needed him most. “You’re so wet for me. I can smell your arousal.”

She whimpered as he rubbed her through the damp fabric, applying just enough pressure to drive her wild but not nearly enough to satisfy the ache building inside her.

He finally slipped a finger inside her slick folds, groaning at the feel of her. “Christ, Lucy. You’re soaked.”

She could only moan in response as he stroked her, his fingers mapping her most intimate places with devastating accuracy. He circled her clit, making her hips jerk up off the blanket.

“That’s it,” he murmured approvingly. “Let me make you feel good.”

He slid a second finger into her tight channel, pumping slowly as his thumb kept up its maddening pressure on her clit. White hot pleasure lanced through her, coiling tighter with each thrust of his fingers. Her inner muscles clenched around him, trying to pull him deeper.

“Sawyer,” she panted, her walls fluttering around his fingers as she climbed higher and higher. “I’m so close...”

He captured her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her cries of pleasure as he increased the speed of his fingers, curling them to stroke that sensitive spot inside her. His thumb circled her clit faster, tighter, sending her hurtling toward the edge.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasped against her lips. “Come for me.”

His words were her undoing. Her orgasm slammed into her, pleasure crashing over her in wave after wave. She cried out his name, her body shaking with the force of her release.

Sawyer worked her through it, drawing out her pleasure until she was boneless and trembling beneath him. He pressed soft kisses to her face, her neck, her shoulder as she slowly floated back down to earth.

“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck. “The sounds you make, the way you feel… I could happily spend the rest of my life making you feel that good.”

She could only hum in blissed out agreement, her body limp and sated. But she wasn’t done with him yet. Not even close.

She wanted more, needed all of him. With trembling fingers, she reached for the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down over his hips, freeing his straining erection.

He was magnificent, thick and heavy in her palm as she wrapped her fingers around his length. Sawyer hissed in a breath at her touch, his hips flexing involuntarily.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered, guiding him to her entrance. “Please, Sawyer. I want you.”

He groaned, the blunt head of his cock nudging against her slick folds. “I don’t have any condoms.”

“I have a birth control implant. And I’m healthy. I haven’t… not since before…” She swallowed hard and he captured her lips with his, kissing her gently.

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