Page 44 of Moon Blind Hearts
I stare down at him for long seconds, wondering if I’m hearing correctly, wondering if I’m losing my mind.
“I want you,” he says in the silence. “In case you’re trying to figure out what I’m thinking.” His hands tighten on my hips. “And it’s not just for business.”
“But that’s dangerous,” I rasp.
“Dangerous,” he agrees. “And intoxicating all at once.” He presses his lips against my stomach, kissing me through my tank top. “Say yes, beautiful.”
I could say no, and keep things purely professional. I could walk away and know that I did what’s best for my business. But would I regret that? Would I regret doing this in the first place? This man doesn’t truly know me, not my past, my history, or my family name. We came together simply for work. This would be stepping over lines I don’t ever cross.
“I can handle heart break,” he murmurs against my stomach. “When you leave. Let us have this to remember each other by.”
His words aren’t exactly a promise. There’s something in those words that makes me feel like he doesn’t believe them, whether he doesn’t believe he can have a broken heart or that I’ll leave, I don’t know. But it’s the words I need to hear.
“Yes,” I whisper.
There’s no hesitation from this man. He doesn’t ask me to repeat myself. He doesn’t ask for clarification. I gave the answer and he heard loud and clear. He stands and lifts me so fast, I squeak and wrap my arms around him. I hear a clatter as he shoves the charcuterie board to the side. When he sets me on the table, I realize he didn’t exactly move everything because it feels like I sit in cheese. Doesn’t seem to matter though. The moment he releases me, he goes to work dragging my tank top over my head and working on the rest of my clothing. I’m naked on a table in the middle of a bunch of cheese not even a minute later.
“I wish I could see you more clearly,” he growls as his hands trace down my body. “I’ll have to settle for memorizing the way you feel.”
His expert fingers caress my body, tracing over my stretch marks and the ink in my skin. He leans down to press his lips against my collarbone and when he leans back, I’m surprised to find another cube of cheese in his hand. He presses it to my lips, forcing it open, and I suck it in. Like before, flavor explodes on my tongue, this time of the brie and strawberries. The same time as the cheese hits my tongue, he locks his lips around my nipple and sucks and it does something to me. Never have I eaten during sex, but I can tell this is about to be something entirely new.
When he picks up his wine glass, I tense. “You’re gonna make a mess.”
He smirks. “I won’t be the only one making a mess.” And then he starts to trickle the wine along my collarbone, letting it run down my body. His lips follow the trail, licking it up from my skin, tasting the Pinot Noir and my body. I arch my back and he growls against my flesh, hungry for more, hungry for me. “I’m trying really hard not to rush this.”
“You can rush it,” I croak. “I’d prefer if you did.”
He chuckles. “I’m sure you would.” And then he trickles the wine right over my pelvic bone so that it runs down, down, down over my pussy. Before I can so much as ask what he’s doing, his face is there, trailing the same path before he seals his lips around my clit and sucks.
My hand slaps down on the table, right into the charcuterie board. My fingers smash a lot of the cheese, but I don’t even care. Sawyer doesn’t seem to either. His face remains buried between my thighs, his lips swirling around me in a way that has me gasping into the open air like I can’t breathe.
“Sawyer,” I gasp.
He jerks. “Say that again.”
And I realize that it’s the first time I’ve said his name during any intimacy. Cam work, we have pseudonyms so our identities remain mostly anonymous. But here, in this moment, there are no cameras watching. There’s no chat room, no witnesses. It’s just the two of us.
I can’t remember the last time I had sex just for the fun of it.
“Sawyer,” I repeat, doing as he says.
Realizing that I can do this, that I can be an adult and just have fun is the catalyst for me throwing all caution to the wind. I jerk at his hair, forcing him up, and the moment he’s standing over me, I grab him through his jeans.
“Take off your clothes,” I command.
As fast as mine came off, I figured his would be just as quick. Instead, he slowly unbuttons his shirt, teasing as he reveals more and more of his chiseled muscles. He reaches for the fastening of his jeans next, his hand moving achingly slow.
“Faster,” I growl, reaching forward to help. It’s me who rips open the button. It’s me who unzips them. But it’s him who kicks them off before he comes back over me, his cock throbbing at my entrance.
He reaches down and swipes his fingers through one of the softer cheeses. He holds it up between us. “Mascarpone,” he murmurs, and then sweeps it across my core.
My eyes widen. “What?—”
He thrusts inside, cutting off my question before I can ask it. I cry out, my back arching over the table as he pounds inside of me with brutal precision, hitting the sweet spot inside me over and over again. I shatter immediately, my body convulsing, but he doesn’t pause. Instead, he reaches for more of the plate, swiping it across my lips before kissing me. The flavor bursts across our tongues as they tangle, driving me insane, making my body shake with need. When he breaks the kiss and instead trails down my neck, I’m lost to the sensations. But I still hear his words.
“One day,” he growls. “I’m going to lay you down on this table, and make you my charcuterie board.” He grips my hips and drags me closer to the edge of the table, changing the angle. “I’m going to eat it all off you, one by one, driving you insane.” I’m already insane, lost to this onslaught of pleasure. “Only when I’m finished will I taste you. Only when you beg will I fuck this sweet cunt.”
“Yes,” I hiss between my teeth. Honestly, he could have said he was going to murder me right about now and I wouldn’t have had a second thought about it. Sawyer plays my body like an instrument, dragging orgasm after orgasm screaming from my lips, my body tight with need.
