by Jessie Evans
“God, Sawyer,” she said, his name sounding finer because it had come from her lips.
“I like hearing you call my name.” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, before trailing more kisses along her clavicle and down to where her breast began to swell. “I want to hear you say it again, when you’re coming on my tongue.”
Mia sucked in a breath. “Oh, well I—”
Sawyer dipped his head, pulling her nipple into his mouth, and her words ended in a moan. He swirled his tongue around and around her pebbled flesh, discovering that she fit into his curled tongue exactly the way he’d dreamed she would. Perfectly, sweetly, like she was made for him and he was built to give her pleasure. She tasted like flowers and sea air and a piece of paradise he wasn’t sure he deserved access to, but he wasn’t about to alert anyone in charge. He didn’t want to take a step from this bed. He wanted to stay right here with her, all night long.
“Wow, that’s…I…” Mia cupped his head in her hands, fingers digging into the base of his skull as she let out a breathy laugh. “Just realized there’s no hair to hold on to.”
“I can grow some, if you want,” he said, flicking his tongue across her nipple. “I’m bald by choice.” He transferred his attention to her other nipple, giving it the same teasing attention he’d given the first.
“No, I like you the way you are,” she said. “I can’t imagine you with hair, I can’t… Damn! I have no idea what I was saying. I can’t think when you’re doing that.”
“Good. Don’t think.” He intensified his efforts, licking and sucking until she squirmed beneath him. He captured her nipple between his teeth and bit down, making her shudder and her fingernails dig deeper into the sensitive skin of his neck. He nibbled at her puckered tip as he trapped her other nipple between his fingers and rolled it in firm circles, increasing his pressure until Mia moaned in frustration and her thighs churned on either side of his own.
“Damn,” she said, hands shaking as they feathered down his back. “It’s never felt like this before.”
“Good?”
She moaned again. “So good.”
“I want it to feel even better.” He reached down, thumbing open the button on her jean skirt and drawing it down her thighs, revealing white lace panties so sexy he couldn’t bring himself to strip them off of her right away. Instead, he cupped her mound through the soft fabric, biting back a groan when he felt heat and telltale wetness dampening the crotch of her panties.
“Is this for me?” he asked, rocking the heel of his hand against her sex.
“You see anyone else in here?” Mia spread her thighs, offering him an invitation he couldn’t refuse. Without hesitation, Sawyer shifted the drenched fabric to one side, and slid a single finger into her heat.
“Fuck, Mia,” he breathed, as his finger was enveloped by her slick channel. She was so wet, so hot, and so fucking tight he could already imagine how insanely good it was going to feel when he was finally inside her.
But not yet, not until she was begging him for it, and he’d tasted every inch of her.
He teased his finger in and out, in and out, fucking her with his hand, drawing more wetness from her eager body, waiting until she was lifting into his thrusts before he added a second finger. By the time he brought his thumb to massage her clit, rolling it in gentle circles that made her head fall back as her hips lifted harder into his thrusts, Mia’s breath was coming in shallow gasps.
“Sawyer, please,” she begged, tugging at his shoulders. “Please. It’s too much.”
Sawyer stilled his hand. “Am I hurting you?”
“No, no.” She shook her head, sending her curls flying. “It’s amazing. It just feels like I need less. Or more. Or…” She let out a frustrated sigh. “I don’t know.”
Sawyer relaxed and resumed his lazy strokes in and out of her pussy, surprised to find that touching Mia like this was more of a rush than any sexual interaction in recent memory. “Don’t worry. I’m going to give you everything you need.” He withdrew his fingers and reached for the top of her panties, stripping them down her legs and tossing them to the floor before bringing his palms to her thighs and urging them wide.
Wide, wider, until she was bare to his gaze and Sawyer forgot how to breathe.
Damn, she was beautiful, like a desert flower opening after the rain, lush and gorgeous and so sweet he wanted to drown in her. He wanted to taste every slick fold, tease his tongue through every inch of swollen flesh until she shattered.
With a sigh of anticipation, Sawyer lowered his mouth between her legs. For a moment, Mia’s thigh muscles tightened beneath his palms, but then his tongue found the swollen pink button at the top of her, and she relaxed with a ragged sigh. Sawyer took advantage of the moment to urge her legs further apart, spreading her wide, baring her to his mouth before beginning to worship at the altar of the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen.
His tongue teased through her outer folds, up one side and down the other, licking and prodding, relishing the sweet, salty taste of her, moaning as more wetness rushed from her body as a reward for his efforts. He moved deeper, circling her inner folds, around and around, until Mia’s thighs trembled and her hips lifted toward his mouth. Only then, when she was bucking up into him, silently begging for more, did he plunge his tongue into her center.
He shoved as deep as he could go, until there was nothing but Mia’s taste, Mia’s breathy voice as she gasped in pleasure, Mia’s hands shaking as she ran her fingers across the back of his head.
“Oh, please,” she murmured, grinding into his mouth as he continued to drive in and out of her. “Yes, please, Sawyer. You feel so good.”
He would have told her that she felt like a revelation, tasted like heaven, and that he wanted to make her come more than he had wanted anything in years, but he was too busy for words, too focused on her pleasure to slow down for even a second.
Sawyer slid his palms beneath Mia’s bottom, tilting her hips, giving his tongue unimpeded access as he shifted his head and kissed her pussy the way he had kissed her mouth, with hungry swirls of his tongue and lips and teeth and every bit of passion he felt for this woman fueling him like kerosene on a campfire. He built her need, higher and higher, until her back arched and her thighs shook. But still, he didn’t grant her relief. He drove her relentlessly toward the edge until her breath came in desperate pants and he could tell she was seconds from tipping over.
When he heard her whimper—a pained, pleasured sound that begged for relief—he covered her clit with his mouth and suckled.
“Sawyer!” Mia cried out as she came, raking her nails across the back of his head, making Sawyer groan against her slick flesh. He loved the feel of her nails scoring his skin, the smell of her filling his head, the heat of her body flooding his mouth as he opened wider, lapping up her essence as he guided her gently back to earth. He made sure she was on the other side of the wave, before he pulled away and reached for the close of his jeans.
Breath harsh in his chest, he worked the top button free and drew the zipper down. He was so hard his cock strained painfully against the thin cotton of his briefs. He needed to get out of his clothes, and balls deep in Mia. He wanted to be inside her so badly that his hands shook as he stripped his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs. He was out of the last of his clothes in ten seconds, tossing them to the floor before surging forward, going eagerly into Mia’s outstretched arms.
“Yes,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around him, drawing him tight against her, until his pulsing length pressed against where she was so hot and wet that it took every bit of his willpower to maintain control.
“Yes, yes,” she repeated, kissing him as she rolled her hips, grinding her slick center against his cock. “I want you so much.”
“I’m dying to be inside you,” he said, blood spiking as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders. “Damn, Mia, I love your pussy. You taste so fucking good.”
“Please, Sawyer.” She shifted her hips, trapping
him more tightly against her, making his jaw clench. “Please. Make love to me.”
“Condom.” He pulled his hips away, depriving himself of the erotic friction that was already making his tip leak and his balls feel like they were going to explode. “I have one in my wallet, but it’s been in there a while. Do you have anything?”
She shook her head. “No, but I’m on the pill. And I’m clean.”
“Me, too. I was tested a few months ago,” Sawyer said, pulse racing as he smoothed her sweat-damp curls from her forehead, and braced his forearms on either side of her face. “I haven’t been with anyone since then so…forgive me if my stamina isn’t what it will be the second time around.”
Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips, making Sawyer’s cock twitch against her sinfully soft thigh. “I don’t care. It’s fine.”
“But I’ll be up again in ten minutes,” he said, nervous now that they were so close. It had been a long time since he had been with a woman, but it had been even longer since he’d been with a woman who could make his stomach flip with just a wink or a smile. He wanted this to be good for Mia, to be perfect, but right now he was so fucking turned on he felt like he would be lucky to last five minutes.
“Please, Sawyer,” she said, rolling her hips, nudging the tip of his cock with her clit, summoning a moan from both of their throats. “Are we going to talk all night, or are we going to—”
Sawyer silenced her by positioning his cock at her entrance and driving home with one savage thrust.
A thrust he regretted when she cried out in pain, not pleasure, and Sawyer realized that Mia Sherman was an even bigger bundle of contradictions than he’d thought.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sawyer stilled, his eyes widening as he stared down at her in silent confusion, but all Mia could think of was the hot knife of pain spreading through her abdomen. Turns out that whole “the first time hurts like a son of a bitch” thing, wasn’t an old wives’ tale, after all.
“Jesus, Mia,” Sawyer said, breath still coming faster, though he hadn’t moved an inch—in or out—since she’d cried out. “At least give a man a clue. I had no idea it was your first time.”
Mia tried to shrug, but it turned into a wince. “I didn’t want it to be a big deal, and I was sort of hoping the pain thing was an urban legend.”
Sawyer’s features softened. “An urban legend?”
“Like Bigfoot,” Mia said, biting her lip as she willed her clenched thigh muscles to relax. “Or the guy with the hook who kills teenagers making out at Lover’s Leap.”
“A hymen isn’t a creature from a horror movie,” he said gently. “It’s biology.”
“Well…yeah, guess I know that now,” she mumbled, cheeks heating. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. I’m sorry that I hurt you.” Sawyer smoothed her hair away from her face again, with that gentle, assured touch that had made her feel safe with him from the moment she’d unexpectedly ended up in his arms.
Last Saturday, when she’d knocked Sawyer off his feet, she would never have dreamed she’d be losing her ancient virginity to the man five days later. But she felt safe with him, and she didn’t underestimate how important that was. Something inside of her had been searching for a safe harbor since the day she left Los Angeles. She hadn’t found it in her parents’ house, or on Bubba’s futon while she was hunting for a place to live. She hadn’t even found it in her cozy apartment above her shop.
There were still nights when she worried that the locks on the windows weren’t strong enough, nights when she lay awake in bed, ears straining and heart racing, certain she heard footsteps on the stairs. The first place she had felt completely at peace since that night last June was in this man’s arms. That—and a few shots of tequila, combined with Sawyer’s intoxicating kisses—had been enough to convince Mia to let go of her inhibitions.
But now, the pain had interrupted her happy, thoughtless haze, and she didn’t know what to do, or how to answer the unspoken question she read in Sawyer’s eyes.
“It’s really not a big deal.” She focused on his chin, too embarrassed to meet his gaze while he was still buried inside of her. “I know I’m old, but—”
“You’re not old.”
This time, Mia managed to shrug without wincing. The pain was subsiding, but she still felt very…full, and her body hadn’t decided if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She’d only seen two men naked in her life thus far, but she knew enough about male anatomy to realize that Sawyer was very well-endowed. It could be that he was simply too big to fit comfortably, and that their summer fling was doomed before it got started.
Now wouldn’t that be just her luck?
“I’m old to be a virgin,” Mia continued, when Sawyer continued to study her with an intensity that made her pulse flutter in her throat and the rest of her acutely aware of all the intimate places they touched. “I was a tomboy forever, and then Tulsi and Clementine moved in with me during college. I was so busy helping with the baby, I didn’t have much time to date.”
Mia’s tongue swept out to dampen her lips. “And honestly, I wasn’t so hot on men after watching Tulsi struggle to raise a baby on her own, while the man who’d knocked her up walked away without paying a dime in child support, let alone offering to lend a hand with Clem.”
“Asshole,” Sawyer said.
The edges of Mia’s mouth twitched, but she was still too nervous to smile. “Amen.”
“What about your ex?” Sawyer asked, running his fingers through her curls in a way that was surprisingly soothing. The man had magic hands, capable of inspiring mind-blowing lust and heartbreaking comfort, all within the space of a few minutes. “Why didn’t you two…”
“We were going to, but it never felt right.” Mia let her hands trail across Sawyer’s muscled shoulders, amazed that talking about Paul didn’t bother her. “By the time he started pushing for it to happen, I was beginning to realize how ‘not right’ our entire relationship was. I told him I wanted to wait until marriage, just to put the decision off until I knew if we could work through our problems. Obviously, we didn’t, so…we didn’t. And then I came home and I’ve been…”
“Hiding,” Sawyer supplied.
Mia’s first instinct was to deny it, to say she’d been busy building her business and reconnecting with friends. But lying here beneath him, with nothing between them but skin and heat and his body still buried inside of hers, it felt wrong to lie.
She forced herself to meet his gaze. “I guess I’ve been scared to get too close.”
“But you’re not scared with me.”
His words were a statement, not a question, but Mia still shook her head. “No. Should I be?”
“Never,” he said, with an assuredness that made her chest flutter. “And I’m going to make this good for you. I promise.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and the flutters transformed to hopeful wings that beat against her ribcage.
“I haven’t killed the mood?” she asked, skin buzzing as the rough pad of Sawyer’s finger traced a path down her neck and across her shoulder.
“Of course not. We’re just getting started.” He dropped his head, kissing her throat before whispering his next words into her ear. “I need to hear you call my name at least one more time tonight. Your voice is sexy as hell when you’re coming.”
Mia’s breath rushed out, but before she could think about how to respond, Sawyer’s mouth covered hers. His kiss was gentle, but relentless; generous, but demanding. His tongue stroked through her mouth as his hands smoothed down her rib cage, making her tremble even before he cupped the backs of her thighs in his palms and spread her wide.
At first there was pain, and Mia tensed against it, but then Sawyer sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and bit down, sending a fresh wave of arousal rushing between her legs, and the tightness slowly seeped away. She relaxed into the heat they generated together, tangling her tongue with Sawyer’s, sighing into his mouth as his hands cupped her breasts, rel
ishing the heavy, achy sensation building low in her body as he teased her nipples between his calloused fingertips.
After a few moments, Mia’s body grew hotter, wetter, adjusting to the way Sawyer’s cock stretched her inner walls. And as his touch grew more demanding—his hands pinching and rolling her nipples until her womb throbbed—Mia slowly lost awareness of everything but how much she wanted this man. Her skin caught fire and her heart slammed against her ribs, while her channel pulsed around Sawyer’s thickness, demanding more.
More friction, more heat, more Sawyer.
“Please,” she whispered against his lips as she shifted her hips, trying to thrust against him, but only managing to move the slightest bit. He had her pinned to the mattress, but what had felt like a solid, reassuring weight a moment ago was swiftly becoming a barrier to what she needed, what she craved.
“Please, what?” Sawyer asked. “Tell me what you want, Mia.” He kissed her neck before dragging his teeth across her jaw, sending another shockwave of lust coursing through her. She’d never imagined she would like biting or being bitten, but it felt so damned good to have Sawyer’s teeth on her skin. Primal. Wild. Intoxicating.
“I want more.” Mia dug her teeth into his bicep, making him groan. “More of you.”
“Like this?” He pulled back, easing his cock from her tight sheath before driving back in again with a slow, sensual thrust that made Mia cry out.
But this time, the cry was all pleasure.
“Yes,” she said, reaching around to dig her fingernails into his ass, breath catching as his thick muscles flexed and released beneath her hands. He was powerful, but gentle, and the fear that he was too much for her to comfortably accommodate faded as her body stretched deliciously and “too full” became perfectly full. Blissfully full.