Page 60 of A Play For The Heart
“Are you sure?” I ask. “We can go slow, I’m in no rush.”
Every moment tonight is special. It's not something I can admit to Sawyer, but I haven't slept with someone in a long time. Not that I haven't tried. When I first arrived in Seattle I thought having a fling would get rid of the feelings I had for Sawyer. But even the thought of touching anyone else made me sick and I eventually gave up.
This isn't just sex for me. This is much, much more. It's connecting with the person I love on an intimate level.
“I want this. I wantyou.”My neurons fire on all cylinders as the words echo in my head. Words I’ve waited years to hear. Her hands slide to the back of my neck, fingers intertwining in my hair as she waits for my response. I small moan tumbles from my lips as she grabs the strands, pulling my head down to look into my eyes. "I want it to be with you."
I search her gaze for any indecision, but all I find looking back at me is lust and determination.
Grabbing her thighs, I lift her off the counter and walk her towards my bedroom. She kisses my neck, sending shivers down my spine as we move. Kicking the door open, I walk her back to the bed and lay her down, fully intending to worship every inch of her body.
She scootches towards the headboard, and I follow her. My hands glide up her thighs towards her hips, landing on the waistband of her leggings. I look up at her, waiting for confirmation that this is what she wants.
Sawyer nods her head, and torturously slowly, I peel the leggings off her body, leaving her in nothing but a pair of red, lacy underwear. My mouth waters at the sight of her in my bed, wearing nothing but a jersey with my name on the back.
That thought alone sends my half hard-on into a full-blown erection. I drop the leggings off the side of the bed and move upward to lean over her. I grab the bottom of the jersey and begin to pull it up over her head. She lifts her arms to help me, and I throw the jersey in the same direction as the leggings.
Sawyers’ lips meet mine again as I begin to unclip her bra. The straps fall from her shoulders, and she shrugs it off. I lower my lips to her breast, sucking it deep into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the peaked nipple. Sawyer arches off the bed, the sounds she’s making spurring me on.
She runs her fingers through my hair, grasping at the strands.
Slowly, I travel down her body, trailing kisses along her stomach until I’m positioned right where I want to be. She tenses up when she realizes where I’m heading.
“Henry, you don’t—” Sawyer looks down at me, self-consciousness flickering across her features.
“I want to. Need to, actually. If you don’t want it, that’s fine, but don’t say no because you think that’s what I want.”
She mumbles her agreement and I begin to drag my hands up her thighs, closer and closer to the apex. I discard her underwear, take both my hands and spread her legs, giving myself a perfect view of her. She’s already glistening wet for me. I drag my finger through her folds, eliciting a shiver from Sawyer.
I spend time nipping and biting at her inner thighs, moving up towards her center. Leaning down, I place a gentle kiss on her clit. She jolts at the sensation, and I splay my palm across her stomach, holding her in place.
Locking eyes with her, I take my tongue and drag it up through her center. I groan at the taste of her, and the moan that leaves her shoots straight to my dick. Her eyes slam shut and her head falls backward as I continue the motion, listening to her sounds and body to guide me.
I lightly suck on her clit, and she launches off the bed, hands reaching down to grab my hair. Realizing she likes that, I do it again, working it in while I suck and lick. With one palm keeping her to the bed, my other travels up to her breast, pinching and twisting.
Sawyer moans again, holding my head against her center.
“Henry,” she moans, breathless.
“That’s it, baby,” I respond as I remove my hand from her breast and slip a finger in.
I curl my finger towards me, the moans coming faster and stronger. I can tell she’s close. I add another finger, working them in and out, quickening the pace.
“Oh…god,” she breathes, gripping the sheets at her sides.
“Come for me, Sawyer,” I demand, moving my fingers faster. One hard suck on her clit and I can feel Sawyer clench around my fingers. I continue licking and sucking while her orgasm barrels through her. She moans and writhes as she reaches climax, her sounds making me feral.
Sawyer takes in deep breaths, and she opens her eyes, looking down at me.
“Holy shit,” she says, chest heaving, giving me a perfect view of her.
I move towards her and place a searing kiss to her lips. The taste of her lingers on my lips. Her hands move down my torso, towards my waistband. Her hand slips under the waistband of my boxers and grips me, slowly moving her hand up and down my shaft. I groan into the kiss at the sensation, my hips moving towards her subconsciously.
“Is this okay?” Sawyer asks, openness in her gaze.
“More than okay,” I breathe out, barely able to form words at how amazing it feels. She strokes me a few more times when I pull away. Lifting off the bed, I yank my joggers and briefs off, leaving me naked. I move back to the bed, fully erect. I watch as Sawyer’s gaze goes wide as I head back towards her. She meets me at the edge of the bed, claiming me with a kiss.
I slowly lean her back until she’s lying flat on the bed. My cock grazes against her center and we both moan at the contact. She grabs me again as we continue to make out. Her pressure is just right as she strokes me, pulling me closer and closer to the edge.
