Page 37 of Brought to Light

My heart fluttered again. Together. I liked the sound of that. I smiled at him, feeling a swell of affection in my chest.

“Me too,” I said. “I don’t know what I’d do without you these days.”

“You never have to wonder, because I’m not going anywhere, Hannah.”

I leaned into him, kissing his lips with a gentle longing.

Our lips moved together, a tender dance of love and comfort. In that moment, the weight of the day began to melt away, replaced by the warmth and safety of Sawyer’s embrace. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer, and I lost myself in the taste of him.

The kiss deepened, our bodies pressing against each other with an undeniable hunger. The emotional release I had sought was now mingled with a desire that burned through my veins. It was as if every hard day, every tear shed, had led us to this moment of raw vulnerability and passionate connection.

Sawyer’s hands roamed over my body, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both. His touch was both gentle and demanding, leaving trails of heat in its wake. I trembled beneath his caress, my body yearning for his touch in ways I had never experienced before.

We pulled apart for a moment, catching our breaths as we stared into each other’s eyes.

“Hannah...” He found the hem of my shirt and he pulled it over my head, revealing the soft curves of my breasts in my soft pink bra. He leaned forward, pressing kisses all over my chest, teasing the peaks of my nipples through the fabric.

I gasped at the sensation, my body arching towards him instinctively. His lips were warm and soft against my skin, leaving a trail of electric sparks in their wake. The ache between my thighs intensified with each touch, aching to be filled by him.

“God, I want you, baby.”

Sawyer’s hands roamed down my sides, his touch sending shivers down my spine. He unclasped my bra with practiced ease, setting my breasts free. His fingers brushed over my hardened nipples, causing me to moan softly. The air in the room crackled with desire as his mouth enclosed around one of my breasts, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive bud.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, urging him closer as he switched his attention to my other breast. Pleasure thrummed through every nerve ending in my body, the tension building within me like a tidal wave on the brink of crashing. I needed him, craved him like never before.

With a swift motion, Sawyer stood up and undressed, then with a swift motion, he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, sliding them down my legs until they pooled at my feet. Sitting back down on the couch, he pulled me to straddle him.

My breath hitched as the heat between my thighs pressed against his rock hard cock. I could feel him throb against me, aching to be inside. The anticipation sent waves of electricity coursing through my body.

“I want you to ride me, Hannah. Fuck yourself with my cock and take what you need from me.”

Sawyer held my waist firmly, guiding me down onto him inch by inch. A low growl escaped his lips as I enveloped him completely, our bodies becoming one. I moaned in response, the feeling of fullness sending ripples of pleasure throughout me.

I moved on him then, a rhythm born out of desire and need. Bouncing on him, I watched his eyes roll back as my muscles clenched around him. His hands fondled my breasts, pinching my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through my veins.

He may have wanted me to fuck myself, but he couldn’t hold back for long. Soon, he was fucking me from below, driving his cock deeper and deeper, matching the rhythm I’d created.

Each thrust brought us closer to the edge, our bodies melding and dancing in perfect synchrony. The sounds of our pleasure filled the room. I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as he quickened his pace.

The intensity built within me, like a tempest ready to unleash its fury. The pressure coiled tighter and tighter, until it exploded from within me. I collapsed against him, still grinding my hips as he chased his own release, groaning deeply as he spilled himself inside me.

I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that, basking in the pleasure of our orgasms. But at some point, I began to float through the house as Sawyer carried me to bed.

Pulling the blanket over us, he curled around me, his cock hard again. He kissed my neck and squeezed my breast as he slipped inside me again, slowly fucking me into a hazy sleep. The last thing I remember was him calling out my name and whispering his love as he found another release.

twenty-two

SAWYER

The warmthof Hannah’s naked body next to mine woke me faster than any alarm clock ever could. I opened my eyes, still gritty with sleep. I reveled in the familiar sensation of her soft skin against mine, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. The room was bathed in a warm, golden glow as the morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting delicate patterns across our entangled bodies.

As I traced my fingertips along the curve of her spine, memories of last night flooded my mind. The intensity of our connection, both physical and emotional, still lingered like an intoxicating fragrance in the air. It was as if time had stood still, creating a world just for us.

Hannah stirred, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks before her eyes fully opened. A smile played at the corners of her lips as she met my gaze, a mix of desire and contentment evident in her eyes. She leaned in and brushed her lips against mine, a gentle and lingering touch that spoke volumes without words.

I pulled her closer, deepening the kiss as our bodies molded together

in perfect synchronicity. The taste of her, a heady blend of sweetness and passion, ignited a fire within me that threatened to consume us both. Our lips moved together in a dance of desire, each kiss growing more fervent, more desperate.

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