Page 87 of Searching Blind

“I’m going to take you in my mouth and suck so hard,” she promised, blowing on his nipple and grinning when his back arched.

“Jesus, Luce.” His voice was little more than a growl as his hand found her ponytail and gently tugged until her hair fell free. “I want to feel all this softness on my thighs while you suck me.”

She silenced him with a searing kiss, her hand moving lower to grip him through his jeans. “Patience,” she murmured, exhilarated by the ragged gasp Sawyer let out at her touch.

“Never had much use for it,” he muttered and began to undo his belt. His voice was husky, gritty, filled with a raw desire that made her core clench with anticipation. He guided her head lower, his fingers tangling in her hair, his breath hitching as she traced a path of kisses down his abdomen. She took her time, savoring the taste of him, the twitch of his muscles under her palms, the way he squirmed.

She flicked open the button on his jeans and pulled down the zipper and found his cock hard and hot, straining the fabric of his boxers.

Slowly, she tugged the elastic waistband down, freeing him from his confinement. His cock sprang free, standing proudly against his lower stomach. She licked her lips at the sight of him, so hard and ready for her.

She chuckled softly, brushing her fingers over him. “Seems like somebody’s eager.”

He let out a shuddering breath, his grip tightening on her hair. “You have no idea.”

He was large and thick, the head already glossy with pre-come. She wrapped her fingers around him, her touch light and teasing. His hands tightened in her hair as she gave him a slow stroke that made him groan.

“Lucy,” he groaned, his hips bucking into her hand. “You’re killing me...”

Feeling incredibly powerful and more than a little bit wicked, she continued to stroke him slowly while lowering her mouth to his inner thigh and trailing kisses up towards his erection. She loved the way his stomach muscles clenched under her touch, the way he gasped and shivered as she came closer. When she finally swirled her tongue around the head of his cock before swallowing him whole, his strangled curse echoed through the quiet cove.

“Wait, wait.” He tugged on her hair, forcing her to release him from her mouth with a wet pop. His chest heaved as he tried to steady his breathing. “This isn’t fair.”

She raised an eyebrow, tilting her head questioningly. “Oh? And why is that?”

Sawyer shifted beneath her, an impish grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Because I haven’t gotten to taste you yet.”

A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine as he flipped their positions, pinning her beneath him on the blanket. The warmth of his body seeped through her clothes, igniting a slow burn deep inside of her. Her heart pounded in anticipation, excitement coursing through her veins.

His hands roved across her body before coming to rest on the zipper of her lightweight jacket. Slowly, almost teasingly, he eased it down to reveal the shirt she wore underneath. He bent down and pressed a long kiss to the exposed skin above the neckline of her shirt, the stubble on his chin scratching pleasingly against her. His hands slid under the hem, pulling the cotton fabric up and over her head in a single swift motion.

She bit her lip as his hands and lips roamed reverently over every inch of her exposed chest. He captured one of her breasts in his mouth through the lace of her bra and she arched into him, moaning as his teeth scraped over her nipple.

Her world narrowed down to the sensation of his mouth on her body, his hands moving over her skin. They seemed to be everywhere at once, and it was intoxicating, overwhelming in the most wonderful way possible.

“Sawyer,” she gasped, tugging at the waistband of her jeans in a frenzied attempt to shed the last barrier between them. He obliged, sitting back on his heels to help her shimmy out of the tight denim, then he leaned down, pressing a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses from her navel to the apex of her thighs. She writhed beneath him, panting and moaning as he spread her legs wider and settled between them. When his tongue finally stroked into her, she gasped, fingers digging into the blanket beneath them. He lapped at her with long, slow strokes, his hands clutching her hips to hold her still as she writhed and bucked.

“God, Sawyer…” The pleasure built like a tidal wave. “I can’t...” Her skin felt too tight, her senses too stretched. She was on the edge of something vast and terrifying and wonderful.

“You can.” He swirled his tongue around her clit and then dipping it lower to plunge between her folds. Sudden tears sprang to her eyes as he hit a spot inside that made her tremble. For a second, she wondered if there was another earthquake.

“Sawyer,” she pleaded, unable to say more than his name.

“Let go, Luce,” he murmured against her skin, his fingers replacing his tongue and pushing deep inside to stroke that sweet spot again. His tongue flicked over her sensitive clit rapidly, spurring her closer and closer to the edge.

Everything inside her coiled tighter, her breath hitching as the pleasure swirled into a hot, dizzying storm. With one last sweep of his tongue and a deep thrust of his fingers, she shattered.

His low growl of satisfaction sent vibrations through her body that made her arch even harder against him, and he didn’t stop until she was spent, his touches becoming gentler as she came down from her high. His fingers slowly withdrew from her, making her whimper at the loss. But then he was moving up her body, his hands and lips leaving a trail of heat against her skin. He kissed her deeply, his tongue stroking hers in a mimicry of what he had just done to her. She could taste herself on him, and it sent a jolt of desire curling in her belly.

“Now, it’s fair,” he murmured against her lips, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief.

She felt the broad head of his cock nudge at her entrance and opened her thighs wider hooking her ankles around his back. He sank in slowly, letting out a low, guttural groan that sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through her.

“God, Luce,” he whispered in her ear, pressing his forehead to hers. “You’re so tight, so wet...” He began to move then, pulling out nearly all the way before surging forward again in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Each stroke rubbed against her still-sensitive nerves, drawing out tremors of pleasure that had her clenching her hands in his hair and wrapping her legs tighter around his waist. His thrusts grew faster and harder, the erotic slap of skin on skin echoing in the stillness around them.

Sawyer hooked an arm under her knee and changed the angle of his thrusts, hitting a spot inside her that had lights dancing behind her eyelids. She could feel the familiar coil of pleasure winding tighter in the pit of her stomach, ready to snap at any moment, but she didn’t want it. Not yet.

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