Page 18 of Some Swans Don't Swim
Cleo barked in agreement.
I started to stab my popcorn but got a little too overzealous with my puncturing skills. Blood welled at the tip of my finger.
Sawyer pulled it to his mouth and sucked, pooling molten heat between my thighs. I squirmed and shifted closer, my gaze locked on his lips as he drew my finger back out. His eyes were bright red and shuttered with craving.
“I mean things I can actually give you,” he ground out.
I roamed my hand over his thigh and between his legs where his erection pressed thick and hard against his jeans. “I can think of one thing you can give me.”
In a flash of movement, he stood from his stool, lifted me from mine, hefted me over his shoulder, and smacked my ass again. I gave a yelp but ended it with a moan. The mix of pain and pleasure flared until I was nothing but one slow pulse of need.
“My cock is yours. Always. You’re still not answering my question.” His voice was rough and blistering as he carried me from the kitchen.
Blood rushed to my head, making me feel a little delirious as he marched us up the stairs. His ass flexed while he climbed, and damn, it was a gorgeous sight from this upside-down perspective.
“You’re going to punish me until I tell you?” With a grin, I fit my hands into his jean pockets and squeezed.
“Yes.” His chest rumbled right where my pussy was, and I pressed myself against him to feel it again.
“Sawyer?”
“What?” he said, throwing open a bedroom door.
I moaned, feeling that vibration again. “I really do want your cock though.”
He set me down on my feet then and then growled low as he pulled me back to him for a searing hot kiss. He speared one hand through my loose curls at the back of my head and wrapped the other around my waist to grind me against him.
My body shut down my brain and took the lead so I had no control. Fine with me. I sank into his kiss and let it consume me.
He undid my jeans and shoved them past my hips, and then another loud crack sounded, this one even harder than the first. I pulled away from his kiss as the sharp burn morphed into fuel for my already raging inferno.
“Tell me what you really want for Christmas,” he rasped.
“Jeans.” I went to kiss him again, but he moved his head back. “New jeans. Jacek ripped my other pair to tatters.”
Sawyer rubbed my sore spots as he kissed me again, then when he freed his hard cock, he hiked my legs around his waist. Still standing, he thrust inside my wet heat, all the way to the hilt. I threw back my head, wrapping my arms around his neck, while my body grew accustomed to his massive size. His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled out just enough to drive back in again.
“What else?” he demanded.
“A vibrator,” I said, matching his thrusts. “One that fits in my pocket and is super quiet.”
He smiled and kissed me hard, his hips working faster and slapping against mine. “And?”
“Um.” The extreme pressure between my legs began to tingle. The powerful orgasm steamrolling toward me was making it hard to concentrate. “I think... I think...Oh.” I convulsed so hard around him that I couldn’t do or think or say anything else. My hips thrust with his as I sank my fangs into his neck, riding that powerful wave while he reached for his release too.
Then he found it, shooting his come into me with a long, head-to-toe shudder. While I continued to drink from him and quake against him, he buried his head into my neck and started sucking. We stayed locked together like that, even after we’d drunk our fill, long after the aftershocks faded.
“Is that all, Belle?” Sawyer smoothed his hand down my curls and cupped my cheek, making no move to pull out or put me back on my feet. Not that I was complaining.
I gave him a sated grin. “I think so, yeah.”
He kissed the tip of my nose and held it for a long second, his eyes closed. “Am I going to have to do this every Christmas?”
I grinned against his chin. “I think so, yeah.”
He chuckled. “I’ll also spank you when you downplay yourself and everything you’ve done. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”
I settled my head into the crook of his shoulder, completely content at the moment even though what he said was true. “I am my own worst enemy at times, yes.”
