Page 48 of Sawyer
“Sawyer,” she pants, her hands tightening around my neck.
“You don’t think I would want a sexy, smart, fucking breathtakingly beautiful woman like you?”I say again, huffing and groaning, thrusting into her, deeper and deeper with every movement.
“Oh… my… God.”Her body jolting with every thrust, the table rocks underneath us as she whimpers for me.
“You’re so fucking sexy, it’s sinful.I just had a taste of you, and I already want more.”I feel my balls drawing up to my body, my heart racing, putting all my thoughts and feelings about her into my movements.She feels good, too damn good.Her enticing rose scent sweeps over me as she reacts to me in a way that has all my senses on high alert.I’m rock-hard with her pussy clenching around me, and I think I might pass out.
“Sawyer, you feel so… so good.”Her voice becomes high-pitched when I hit that spot inside her that has her eyes rolling back, making my stomach tighten, my orgasm building.
“I’ve never craved a woman as much as I crave you,” I tell her honestly, my hands digging into her flesh so hard, I know I’ll leave bruises.I thrust into her hard, over and over, sweet and soft not on the menu today.Our desire for each other is too much, and she asked for this, so I’m nothing if not a man of my word.
“Sawyer!Yes… riiiight there…” She bites her bottom lip as I grind myself against her G-spot before thrusting nice and hard.I grin, feeling how she’s getting close.
“Your pussy is perfect, clenching on me, telling me you want more…” I look down at where we’re joined, seeing how we fit just right.
She moans long and loud, her nails digging into me.“Don’t stop, please, please, please…”
Fuck, she’s amazing.The table is getting punished, but I care little for it.I just want to make her come.
“You like this?You like me fucking you on your table, Mama?”
“Yes, yes…” she pants, her moans increasing as she thrusts herself against me.
“You like me taking you the minute we walked in the door, not able to wait until I had a taste, had you a screaming mess on my tongue.”
“Sawyer…” She says my name almost in warning, and my jaw tics, feeling pushed to the brink, my release so close.Her head is thrown back, her breasts jiggling right near my face, and it’s a sight I won’t soon forget.She’s fucking magnificent.
“You like me fucking you like I want you.You better know now how much I fucking want this, Annabelle.I want you so fucking badly… Want you to come with me inside you,” I grit out, and she lets go with a scream, her head flinging up to lock her eyes on mine.
My thrusts quicken even more at the intensity of her orgasm, fucking her harder as I let go with her.
“Fuccckkkkk,” I groan, feeling feral, pounding into her like she’s my lifeline before we both slow and come back down to earth.She leans her head forward, resting on my bare chest, our bodies coated in a light sheen of sweat, naked, right here on the dining table.
“I didn’t even get you into the bedroom… that’s how much I want you, Annabelle,” I murmur as I run my hand up and down her bare back, kissing her shoulder.I feel alive.The most alive I have in years.My body is humming, my mind is clear, and it’s like I’m finally exactly where I need to be.
“I want you too.”She pulls back, looking at me.We stare at each other for a moment, and I swallow, my feelings for her growing to a place I wasn’t sure I would ever experience in my lifetime.I lean over, taking her lips with mine, my kiss featherlight and in complete contrast to how I just treated her.The only thing that stops our kiss is when we hear a crack, our eyes widening.
“Oh shit…” she says, just as my hands scoop her up, and the table falls from under her, the legs giving way and breaking completely.
“We’ll be needing a new table, then…” I grin, and she huffs a laugh as I walk her down the hall to clean up so we can fix the mess before the boys come home.
22
Annabelle
The sun is lowering as I wipe sweat from my brow.
“What if I pushed it and you pulled it?”Kevin suggests, the two of us trying to lift a large oak barrel that Tanner gave us about a year ago.
“It’s too big.It’s too big to roll, too big for me to lift.It’s just too big.”I sigh, my hands finding my hips.We are both tired after a big day at school, and since Noah is still with Debbie for a few more hours, Kevin and I are getting some things done around here.But moving this barrel has taken up most of our time, and we have only managed to get it a few feet across the barn floor.
I admire the new nook I’m putting together to store all my soapmaking utensils.It looks good with my homemade shelves and a small old cupboard I found.My idea was to have this barrel at the side to use as a high-top table, giving me some extra bench space.That idea is feeling less and less genius, though, as the afternoon wears on.
“Why don’t you go inside, wash up, and start your homework.I’ll just fix up out here and see if I make the space work without it.”
Kevin looks at the nook, to the barrel, and then back to me.
“Okay…” He sounds unsure, but he knows it’s futile.I watch him go inside, the door closing behind him before I look back at the barrel.
