Page 68 of Sawyer

“Take off your bra.”

I reach behind my back and unfasten it.

I let Sawyer take the straps and skim them down my arms, unpackaging my breasts like a present. He sucks in a quick breath, and goose bumps pop up all over my skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, reaching for my breasts and holding them in his hands. “I’ve dreamed of you every night since the last time I saw you like this.”

My nipples tighten into stiff points under his palms. I dip my head back down to his, welcoming the slick slide of his tongue into my mouth, reveling in the velvet heat of it as it mates with mine.

I roll onto my back, bringing Sawyer with me, my legs locking around his waist as much as my jeans will allow. He settles between my thighs, thrusting forward a touch, trying to get closer through our layers. I feel him. I feel his hardness. I feel his heat. I remember how it felt when he was fully embedded within me, and I can’t wait to feel it again.

“Hey,” he says, with a little chuckle. His eyes sparkle. “Do you remember that time in high school when I came into the Kozy Kone for an ice cream and then left without paying?”

I grin at him and nod. “Yes! It was such a mystery!”

“You were scooping the ice cream, and while you were bent over, I saw your bra. It was white. Just a plain white bra. But I started getting the biggest hard-on, I was terrified you’d see, so I ran out of the store.”

He buries his head in the curve of my neck, but I can feel him laughing, and I giggle with him, loving that we have silly memories that stretch back decades, loving that I’ve always known him, loving…the way his lips are pressed against my throat, gently sliding along the column of my neck, skimming my jaw—

He demands my mouth again, kissing me madly, and I am desperately aware of other places on my body throbbing to befilled. I unlock my legs from around him and slide my hands down his back, under his belt, under the elastic of his boxers, until my palms are flat on his ass. I squeeze it, pushing his erection into the apex of my thighs.

He gasps, his mouth momentarily leaving mine.

“I need you,” I whisper. “I need you so bad, Sawyer.”

Bracing on his elbows, he leans away from me, letting his feet hit the floor, and then standing up. I sit up, watching as he unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his jeans, unzips his fly, and jerks his pants and underwear to the floor. Standing naked before me, like some golden-haired Greek god, it’s my turn to gasp.

I want.

Two words sluice through my brain, carnal and raw.

My feet touch the floor. As I stand up, my nipple brushes the erection that stands straight up against his stomach. He groans softly.

“You did that on purpose.”

“Guilty,” I murmur, taking his hand and placing it over the button of my jeans.

As I press my lips to his shoulder, licking at the dip of his collarbone, he unbuttons and unzips, pushing the denim over my hips, and using his feet to pool them on the floor. I step out of them, and he pulls me into his arms. I am flush against his gorgeous body.

“I love you,” he says, kissing me again before gently pushing me down on the bed.

With my feet still on the floor, he kneels between my legs, spreading them wide and kneeling on the floor between them. He exhales, warm and soft, against the tidy strip of curls, seeking the hidden jewel beneath, his lips landing on the pulsing nub with devastating precision. My hands fist in the comforter as he licks and sucks, kisses and soothes. His hands reach up to find my breasts, his thumbs dusting maddeningly over the sensitivenerves as I feel my first orgasm raging within me. It bursts, high and strong, and I cry out his name, riding a wave of pleasure that I’ve never known with anyone but Sawyer. My Sawyer.

I am jelly when he lifts my legs onto the bed and lays my head on his pillow. When he kisses me, I taste myself, salty and sweet on his tongue, and it makes my aftershocks pulse harder. He settles himself between my thighs, sliding his cock over the wetness of my clit, and then positioning himself at my entrance.

I open my eyes, because I want to watch his face—I need to see his eyes.

“All good?” he asks.

“All perfect,” I say, threading my hands through his burnt-gold hair.

He nudges against me, his thick, hard cock seeking the wet warmth of my pussy.

“Ready?”

“I want this,” I say. “I need you.”

He slides forward, his gentleness mesmerizing when I know he is as eager as I am. We stare into each other’s eyes until he fills me completely, and I can feel the strong throb of his erection against the walls of my sex.

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