Page 39 of Never Enough

The fingers cataloging each separate item slid straight down his abdomen, drawing along the ridges of his defined six-pack of muscles. She followed the center line to the waist of his pants. When his belt stopped her progress, she looked up at him.

“It really is okay, Haskell. We don’t have to.”

“No,” she disagreed. “It isn’t. I want you. It makes zero sense. You’re a total pain in my ass, but… I’ve never wanted something so much in my life. I just—Kiss me, Sawyer,” she begged.

His hands framed her face again, his thumbs stroking her cheekbones as he moved his mouth expertly over hers. When he came up for air, they both were breathing even harder. “Don’t think about anything else. Just enjoy how good it feels.”

Her hands slid around his waist, palms spread wide, fingers pressing tight to his back. Her kiss became more self-assured, and her body arched to get closer to his.

Letting go of her and drawing his mouth away from hers, Sawyer slid off to her side. Careful not to jostle her ankle any more than he needed to, he pulled her body so that she was lying down. Resting on the elbow closest to her, he hovered over her prone form. Tracing her perfect eyebrows and down the side of her face, he then ran his index finger across her bottom lip. Slight pressure separated it from its top mate, and he lowered his mouth to hers again.

“Let me love you, Haskell. Let me make you feel good.”

Without hesitation, this time, she answered, “Yes, Sawyer.”

The words were no more out of her mouth than he had rolled over on top of her, careful to only move the leg with the unwrapped ankle so that he could lie between her legs. Her face was framed between his forearms, his hands free to brush through her hair, his hips weighing heavy just below her core, holding her in place as if he thought she was going to suddenly change her mind and run away.

Looking down into her eyes, which were focused on his own, Sawyer realized that something was happening here that wasn’t normal. At the young age of twenty-five, he’d had a good number of partners already. His naturally given good looks made sure that he attracted a lot of female attention, and Sawyer had never been one to turn away anything freely offered. Looking down at Haskell right now, somehow, everything that was past meantnothing other than it led him to this moment of knowing how to please her. It mattered if this was perfect for her. Before, all he’d worried about was if he felt good and if his partner had an orgasm. But now? It mattered that not only did it feel good but that it was something she’d happily remember.

One last brush of his fingertips through her unruly curls, he held her head in his hands as his mouth lowered to hers. Just as his lips softly pressed against hers, his eyes closed at the sugary taste of her mouth. He hummed in pleasure at the taste. “Your mouth is so sweet. Like you coated it in sugar before kissing me. I love it,” he finished on a groan. He swiped his tongue across the lower lip. “Don’t get shy on me now. Let me in, pretty baby.”

Her mouth hesitantly opened, but once it did, her tongue immediately intertwined with his, and he felt her hands slide around his waist and up his back to pull him closer. Tilting his head to better seam his mouth over hers, his tongue continued long, languid strokes against hers. The sugary goodness on her lips continued inside her mouth, and Sawyer felt himself become instantly addicted to her taste.

With reluctance, he pulled his mouth from hers. A tiny sound of frustration came from Haskell, which he quickly dispelled with a kiss to her chin. Using his nose, he nudged her chin back so that her neck arched, and he left a series of kisses down her throat that straddled the line between a nibble and a nip. When he reached the hollow of her throat, his tongue snuck out between his lips and trailed upward to her chin. She shivered in his arms, and he felt her hips cant up instinctively to grind into his.

“Easy, pretty baby,” he soothed. “I’ll get there. No rush.”

He began to kiss down her throat again, but this time when he reached the hollow of her throat, he sucked lightly at the skin there. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but just enough that she’d feel the skin pull between his lips. Letting go of the skin, helifted his hips off her body and gently slid farther down between her legs so that his mouth was level with her breasts. He palmed the right one while his mouth searched for her nipple on the left through her T-shirt. She again arched into his touch and lips.

A soft rumble came from the back of her throat. Sawyer chuffed against her skin, his mouth never leaving her body as he spoke. “Are you purring, kitty cat? Wait until I get my mouth and hands on your bare skin there.”

“Shut up and put up, burglar boy,” she groaned.

“My pleasure,” he murmured. His hands reached for the bottom of her T-shirt. “Help me out, tiny.” She lifted her hips and arched her back so that he could peel the shirt up and over her body and toss it over the side of the bed. His hands returned to the cotton sports bra remaining between them up top. He slid his fingers beneath the band, pushed it gently over her small breasts, then guided the material up and off her body. The bra dropped on top of her shirt. His fingers traced the ink on her bicep that he’d only gotten a glimpse of earlier when she’d changed her shirt. Four male images peered out of a tree, one at the top, the other three equidistant from each other on lower branches.

Her family tree, he guessed. He didn’t have much time to think about it because Haskell dragged her hands across his back, her nails scratching across his skin, making all thoughts disappear. “Fuck, yeah. Give me those claws, little kitty cat. I wanna feel them scraping my back, digging into my shoulders.”

Immediately, her arms moved up his shoulder blades and curled over his shoulders, her short nails carving crescent shape indentations into his skin. Her head raised off the pillow, her mouth pressing urgently to his, sliding her tongue between his lips and seeking out the depths of the cavern. He gladly met each stroke of her tongue, allowing her to control the kiss and following her lead.

His hands slid inside the waist of her flannel pajama pants, spanning her waist and hips, his thumbs caressing the skin just above the band. Halting their kisses momentarily, he urged, “Lift up again, pretty baby.” As her hips raised off the bed, his mouth went back to hers. However, his thumbs hooked the waistband and dragged them down past her ass and down her legs. Pulling his mouth from hers again, then kneeling between her parted legs, he eased the pants over her ankles and feet, trying not to disrupt her injury any more than necessary.

Bending at the waist, he brushed his lips against her stomach, then dragged his tongue across a tattoo of a comet that streaked across her belly. When he reached its fiery tail, he went straight down to trace her belly button. He swirled his tongue around it, tickling her. Her giggle was unexpected, as were the hands gently trying to push him away from the sensitive skin. “Ticklish much?” he teased. He darted his tongue out to circle around it again.

“Don’t! Stop!” she pushed out on a giggle again.

“Don’t stop? Okay.” He grinned as he purposely misunderstood her instruction, circling the skin one more time.

“Ahhhhhh!” she shrieked, laughter escaping.

I want to do that again sometime.

His brain stuttered for just a moment over the idea of doing this with her in the future. Sawyer had never fucked the same girl twice. Well… maybe multiple times in a single session, but never repeated after one encounter… But then her fingers were spearing his short hair, gripping it tightly, and working to pull his mouth up and away from her torso. When his laughing eyes met her sparkling ones, he promptly forgot what he’d just been thinking about.

He let his teasing smile turn naughty, and he got caught in her stare as he watched her fun-loving smile slowly fade and turn hungry. Index finger trailing lightly from the spot betweenher legs, he followed a path straight up the middle of the gusset of her panties and scraped a blunt nail in a circle over where her clit lay hidden. She shivered. Her lips parted, the small pink tip of her tongue unconsciously swiping between them.

He slid back down onto his stomach, hands sliding underneath her, lifting her ass off the bed, his mouth hovering over her panty-covered mound. Without looking away, he lowered his head to swipe his tongue along the same path his finger had just traversed. The tiny mewl and buck of her hips spurred him on. Her taste exploded on his tongue, even through the material. “If I take these off, tiny, you’re mine tonight.”

He saw a quick flash of panic in her gaze, but then it was replaced with her eyes fluttering closed, a moan, and a roll of her hips. Then she tensed. “I’m going to regret this, but don’t stop.”

---