God it’s like I have some kind of illness around him where I can’t not blush at everything he says or does. He flips us over so I’m on my back and he’s hovering over me, slowly sliding his hand down towards my sleep shorts.
“How wet am I going to find you if I slip my hand in these little shorts of yours, Dove?”
“Slip it in and see,”
Bitch, what did you just say?
Fuck it, here we go.
I bite down on my lip, still riddled with nerves but trying to remain calm. I want this with him, I want it all with him. I just have to step into my confidence about it.
He slides his hand up the loose shorts, finding me without any underwear—again.
Am I doing it on purpose? Yes. Yes I am.
When he slides a finger inside me with ease he groans and presses his forehead to mine.
“Do you want me tonight, Dove?” My heart pounds and my pussy aches for his touch.
“Yes,” I half whisper, half whine.
“Tell me how. What part of me do you want?” I see the muscle in his jaw tighten as he stares back at me with a fire burning behind his gorgeous blue eyes. Not ready to say it out loud yet, I run my fingertips over his lips—realizing just how soft they are to the touch.
“You want me to eat your pussy?” I bite into my bottom lip and nod. “Then say it with that beautiful voice of yours.” He frees my lips from the hold of my teeth, and I almost pass out from how fast my heart is beating.
I can’t do it. I can’t do it. I can’t do it.
“I want you to eat my pussy.”
Holy shit, I did it.
“Thank fuck.” He leans down and captures my lips with his, moving his hand back down to my shorts to untie the drawstring. Once it’s undone, he slips his hand into the waistband and teases me further. Running a finger—then two—through the wetness between my legs before rubbing my clit. He better get down there fast because I’m already about to come apart.
“Sawyer, please?” He nips at my neck then descends down my body. Pulling my shorts from my legs and discarding them to god only knows where.
“I got you, baby.” His hands caress the sides of my hips as he kisses the inside of my thigh, taking a deep breath just inches away from where I need him to take the edge off. Then he gently glides his tongue through my lips and growls in a way that quiets everything else in my mind but him.
“You taste so fucking sweet; I may never come back up for air.” Then he goes back down, and I die in the most lovely way. Every flick of his tongue, every kiss, every time he sucks me into his mouth with the perfect balance of firmness and tenderness, I let go a little more. Then he slides his fingers inside of me, curling them to hit every pleasure point he can, and I completely fall apart. Hands tangled in his hair, hips grinding against face, and one final “Atta girl, come for me, baby” and I’m met with the most mind-altering orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
It starts in my legs and travels all the way up to my nose, as he savors every last bit of my release. Even after I’m on the descent of my high and he slides his fingers out of me, he wraps his hands around my thighs and continues gently licking and kissing every inch of me in a way that gives me a feeling so foreign I wouldn’t dare try to dissect it in my current state.
He wipes at his chin, then crawls back up my body until our eyes are locked. “Was that as good as your dream?” I wrap my hands around the base of his neck as he smirks at me.
“You’re better than anything I could ever dream of.” The playfulness disappears and he leans down to kiss me—slow and deep, letting his tongue explore every inch of my mouth it can reach—sending a fresh wave of desire between my legs.
“I’m completely addicted to you, Dove.”
The feeling is mutual, Moose.
CHAPTER 34
SAWYER
Dove
Good luck tonight hockey star
Me