Page 88 of Searching Blind

She surged up, catching him off guard and knocking him back. She straddled him as he landed on the blanket with a surprised laugh. His eyes widened, and he let out a strangled groan as she sank down onto him. The new angle let her control the pace, and she set a rhythm that was tortuously slow, grinding down onto him each time she lowered herself. His hands clamped on her hips, his fingers digging into her skin

“God, look at you,” he whispered. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

She looked down and met his gaze. For once, he wasn’t looking past her, but those pale blue eyes were focused right on her with a mixture of awe and hot desire.

He could see her.

She froze in shock, and he let out a choked sound of disappointment.

“Don’t stop moving. I want to see you when you come.”

God. He could see her when she rode him. Heat flooded through her as she lifted herself and sank down on him again and watched his eyes follow her movements.

The sight of him sprawled beneath her, the moonlight catching on his body and highlighting the muscles in his abdomen and arms, galvanized her. A wicked smile curled the edges of her lips. She placed her hands flat against his chest, feeling his heart pound against her palm as she quickened the pace, pistoning up and down on his cock in a way that had him swearing and gripping the blanket underneath them. His hips were thrusting upwards to meet hers, each movement making his breath hitch and pleasure coil tighter in her gut.

“Sawyer,” she gasped, leaning forward to brace herself on his shoulders.

She picked up the pace, grinding down onto him faster and harder. His head tilted back, exposing the column of his throat as he groaned, but he kept his blue eyes on her. Watching her every move, greedily drinking in the sight of her as she took him.

“Keep moving,” he urged hoarsely, his gaze locked on her swaying breasts. His calloused fingers brushed over her nipples, pinching and teasing. He sat up suddenly, wrapping one arm around her waist to draw her closer. His mouth latched onto a taut nipple, his teeth scraping lightly against the sensitive bud.

Lucy gasped, the sensation spiraling through her like a shockwave. Sparks danced in front of her eyes and as Sawyer continued to suckle and tease, his other hand slipped between their bodies to stroke her clit.

“Come on, Luce,” he murmured against her nipple, then lay back again, keeping his hand between her legs, stroking where they were joined. “I’m close, but I want to watch you come first.”

His words, raw and charged with desire, shattered her last bit of control. Her hips jerked and she cried out his name as a wave of pleasure swept through her, leaving her gasping and shuddering. Sawyer held her tight as she shook, his fingers still working between her legs to prolong the intensity of her climax.

As the waves receded, leaving her panting and spent, he rolled them over until she was beneath him again. His thrusts became more frantic as he chased his own release. He buried his face in the crook of her neck with a low growl that sent another wave of pleasure coursing through her.

And then he stilled, clutching her tightly as he came in a series of pulsing shudders, his body going rigid before finally collapsing onto hers.

For a long moment, they lay together in silence, their bodies tangled together as they tried to catch their breaths. Sawyer nuzzled the side of her neck lazily, his rough stubble scratching gently against her skin.

“God, Luce,” he murmured sleepily into her ear, still struggling for breath. “I’ve never... That was...” He couldn’t seem to find the words, but the awestruck look on his face as he pulled back said more than any words could. “I… I saw you. I saw you, Luce,” he repeated, his voice choked and raw. “And you are more beautiful than I ever imagined. You’re perfect.” His thumb traced her jaw to the dimple in her chin, then caressed her lower lip.

She opened her mouth to capture it between her teeth, drawing a soft groan from him. “Who would’ve guessed sex is the cure for blindness?”

His laugh rumbled in his chest, the vibration seeping into her skin. “I’m still blind. But for those few minutes… it didn’t feel like I was.”

“Well, then, I guess I’ll have to be on top more often.”

“You can be on top whenever you want, Harper.”

Despite his teasing, she heard the undercurrent of vulnerability in his voice. She hated that, deep down, under all of his charm and the confidence he showed the world, he still felt so insecure about his disability.

Tenderly, she cupped his face in her hands and looked into his unseeing blue eyes. “I heard a quote once that’s always stuck with me, and I’m probably going to butcher it, but… Love isn’t about seeing the perfect person. It’s about seeing an imperfect person perfectly.” She kissed him, pouring all her love into the gentle brush of her lips against his. “I don’t need your sight. I don’t care if you can see me or not. I’m here, and I see you, Sawyer Murphy. Every scar, every flaw, every imperfection. And I love you because of all of them.”

His face softened, the corners of his lips turning up in that smile of his that she loved so much. “And I love you, Lucy Harper,” he said quietly, “with all my scars and imperfections.”

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thirty-one

Lucy loved him.

Sawyer woke the next morning on the beach with her curled up by his side, and he knew with absolute certainty that he wanted to wake up like this every morning for the rest of his life.

As the sun rose and warmed their bodies, he slipped his hand between her thighs and woke her up with a lazy morning orgasm that she eagerly reciprocated.

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