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“Yes.” With a satisfied smirk, he pounds into me harder, each thrust of his hips hitting a spot that has me craving even more. He releases one of my hands and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling my hips off the bed to slide a pillow under me, before taking my hand in his again.

Holding my hands while he takes my virginity might just be the thing that makes me fall in love with him the most.

Thrust.

Oh, FUCK!

Thrust.

“Oh my god, yes!” I cry out. His pace is punishing in the most delicious way, but his attentiveness is as gentle as ever. His thumbs caress my hands as my orgasm begins to build. My eyes roll back as my body presses into him.

“Eyes on me, Dove. I want to look into those beautiful green eyes while you come on my cock.” My mouth falls open with a silent scream as my orgasm rips through me.

When I can’t force my eyes to stay open any longer, they flutter shut and he kisses me. Soft but firm—urgent and desperate to be connected in every possible way we can be. He releases my hands to be able to grip my face, moaning into my mouth as our kiss deepens and I think my heart bursts wide open. Completely at his mercy to be broken again but trusting that it will be safe. Then he pulls his lips from mine, slams into me once more and finds his own release.

“Fuck, Leah.”

CHAPTER 38

SAWYER

There are some memories you’ll hold onto forever. You know, the ones that stick around no matter what else in life you end up forgetting. Tonight, with her, is a memory that will outrank every other memory I’ve held onto in the past.

Seeing the vulnerability in her eyes, hearing the way she cried out my name, feeling her wrap around my cock like she was tailor made just for me. I’ll remember this night in every lifetime.

When her eyes open and a tear spills out, my heart constricts in my chest.

“Don’t cry, baby.” I reach up and wipe her tears with the pad of my thumb, still buried deep inside of her as her green eyes shimmer.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to ruin the moment—” She rolls her eyes in an effort to keep more tears from falling.

“Look at me. Nothing could ever ruin this moment. What’s the matter? Talk to me.” I caress her cheek, keeping my hands on any part of her I can.

“I just... I—” She takes a deep breath, rests her palm on my cheek and smiles at me. “I’m so happy it was with you, Sawyer.” The tears start falling into her hair and this time she makes no effort to stop them.

“Me too, baby. I don’t think you’d even believe just how much.” She smiles up at me. “Deep breath.” I slide out of her and she inhales sharply. When I look between us there’s the slightest evidence of blood staining the inside of her legs. “Stay right here, I’ll be back.” I kiss her lips softly and disappear into the master bathroom to dispose of my condom and turn the shower on.

I lift her from the bed and carry her into the large washroom, setting her feet down next to the toilet. “I’ll grab us some towels.” Giving her some privacy to pee, I close the door to the small space and grab three towels from under the sink, placing them on the small wooden table right outside the shower door. A moment later I hear the toilet flush and the door opens. I waste no time walking back over to grab her again, picking her up as a beautiful laugh escapes her.

“What are you doing?” I open the door to the massive walk-in shower and put her feet down, letting the hot water hit her back before brushing her hair behind her ear.

“Taking care of my girl.” I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much love and trust in someone's eyes before, but when I look into hers—there’s no one in the world I’ve ever wanted to protect more than this girl in front of me.

Dipping my head to take her lips in mine, I feel the same damn butterflies that I felt the day I realized I had a thing for my little sister’s best friend—the only woman to ever have this effect on me. I cup her face in my hands and hers lay comfortably on my sides as we stand under the stream of water, letting ourselves get lost in each other.

With one final peck, I instruct her to turn around, taking my time to run shampoo through her hair. Every little moan that falls from her lips while I massage her scalp makes me smile even harder than the one before. I do the same with the conditioner—remembering the very detailed instructions my sister gave me for washing curly hair when I made the mistake of mentioning getting some things for Leah to have at my place. I don’t know why I still tell her things, honestly.

Then I grab the vanilla body wash, rubbing my hands together until it becomes foam before washing every inch of her perfect body. Starting at her shoulders, I massage them gently as her head falls back with pleasure. I lather her back, arms, chest and stomach—taking my time with her breasts because they’re fucking works of art. Then I add a small amount of wash to my hands again before lowering to my knees.

“Spread your legs for me.” Her cheeks turn red but she doesn’t argue. She doesn’t just widen her stance though, she lifts her foot onto the bench behind me, giving me the most glorious view of her pussy.

My pussy.

I lean forward, gently kissing her there before forcing myself to stay on task. I wash the inside of her thighs, ridding it of the blood, cum and lube mixture, careful not to let the suds get too close to her entrance. Then her hands slide gently through my hair, playing with some of the long locks.

“Thank you, Sawyer.” I hear her sweet voice and my eyes shoot up to lock with her tear-filled ones. I place her foot back on the ground and stand in front of her, wrapping my arms around her until my soapy hands are resting on the small of her back.

“For what, Dove?” I press her closer to me, feeling like I can’t possibly get close enough to her right now.

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